I know I'm late on this story, but Citigroup bought naming rights to the Wang.
That's a theater in Boston. I saw Alvin Ailey there.
It happened a while ago, but it didn't hit home until I passed it on a bus
route I don't usually take this morning. Granted I hadn't had my coffee yet,
but I'm pretty certain that the sign in front of the place now says "CitiWang".
Nice going guys.
On the same bus ride, I finished Notes for Echo Lake by Michael Palmer.
Unfortunately I have nothing intelligent to say about the poems. I liked them.
If there was anything I didn't like about them, it was that there was a little
too much about light and senses, like in Notes for Echo Lake 6, "A tree's
streaming imitates light. Water gathers light behind the arm. The arm is 'held'
there. Water bodies light to divide. Light measures by resemblance."
On the other hand I like, from Notes for Echo Lake 5:
The tree's green explains what a light means, an idea, the bomb or Donald
Duck, a box of marbles in a marble box, the amber jewel behind the toad's
eyes reminds us that it's night. The interpreter of the text examines the
traffic light, coughs and lays the book aside. The dead mayor sits behind his
desk, overcome with wonderment.
I'm sure Palmer, being active in the theater, would appreciate CitiWang.
Can I start calling greeting card poems CitiPoems?