Mark Anthony Adams Poetry

Les Cerisiers  30 Mars 2024  Tidal basin Objects of beauty attract pretty girls  Art museums, cathedrals, flowered blooms  they make a sense of self-disgust within me whirl  taking pictures of their pink flesh and empty wombs.  all the others revolt me in their fat they do not deserve to be looked at  Non-people, shirking the ideal  perhaps they see me the same way- as a rat.  faded pink, gracefully sweet  I don’t want them to take off their clothes.  Leaves will fall, as rots meat if only the human body could grow, cyclical, as a rose.  I would taste the  blossom-  The remontant bitterness-  as through trash, a possum  I wonder if I am devoid of worthiness.  their eyes stay on the trees  I crave their hungry glances  I think of them on their knees-  as the branche dances.  the next week, the leaves will fall And they’ll be gone- all. 

  Challengers Review, Director: Luca Guadagnino What is value and what is winning? Challengers does not entirely commodify the body, but asks us to view the body and its beauty as a tool- something like “winnification”. The inherit aesthetic of the Greek ideal- a body moving through space- still lingers (the shots on male musculature or the litheness of Tashi attest to this) but these are secondary to the raison d’être of the body- performance. For this reason, this movie is deeply post-modern in outlook- the conception of the body is in between the innocence, purity, and savageness of an ideal and a total appropriation of the body to the forces of a system (capitalism, postmodernism, etc). The actors themselves find themselves claiming the title, status, of object, while feeling an intangible malaise at their place within the system. This is not just from the individual to the system (as in the modern mode), but in proper post modern fashion- every level of existence and relation ...

Casablanca  3 March 2025  Among the sweltering crowds  A man no longer understands himself  Becoming one with everyone else  Erasing his very being  from the many comes the one  the pure, the unblemished, the ideal  beauty steps towards what is not-  unable to be held, bought, or understood.  lost in the dust-  lost in the war-  She is only a woman-  she is not a drink, she cannot be more.  Take me to Paris, the city of love  hand in hand along the Champs-Élysées  I loved you there- when the light shone from above-  without you I’ve lost my way.  you fly away in a burning rain-  one man died for you to live  I feel the blood drain  this world in its scarcity loves to give.  and so we step away from Casablanca, alone-  so now for my designed despair I don’t moan.  Casablanca may not be as much of a romance as a pure quest of identity . Who are these characters ? What ar...