Friday, July 25, 2014


"Mexican Beetle" copyright 2000 Kristin Fouquet

As the fabulous Debbie Davis sings, "I might as well go to..."

I'll be back in a week.


Wednesday, July 23, 2014

Restocking a Personal Library

"My New Shelf" copyright 2014 Kristin Fouquet

Richard Loller was kind enough to put my essay on his website, Storyhouse

The documentary:

Monday, July 14, 2014

Perpetual Poetry: Words Inspiring Words, a review

"Reading Karen Lillis" copyright 2014 Kristin Fouquet

Perpetual Poetry: Words Inspiring Words

a review of The Paul Simon Project by Karen Lillis

I have a confession to make. I am not a poet. 
I write fiction and I believe writing poetry is a completely different process. 
I love reading good poetry, but I am in no way a poetry scholar. 
These are the reasons I usually do not review poetry chapbooks. 
The Paul Simon Project by Karen Lillis is only my second exception to this rule.

Influenced by Simon’s words and music on the album Still Crazy After All These Years
Lillis duplicates the song titles for her poems in this collection. Some follow a similar 
path as the subject of the song; others venture in their own direction.

The album’s title song inspires a poem which mimics the melancholy and 
sentimentality of the original. Yet, she pumps it up with a contemporary 
edginess and gender reversal. In “My Little Town,” Simon sings, “In my little town, 
I never meant nothin’; I was just my father’s son.” Lillis’ character is not just her 
mother’s daughter as she is “holding on tightly to straight A’s and virginity; 
double-edged, sure-shot, one-way ticket out of my little town.” A lover sacrifices 
half her beloved to 70s television until she finally succumbs to watching with him 
in “I Do It For Your Love.” Resisting the familiar rhyme of “50 Ways To Leave 
Your Lover,” Lillis demonstrates simply, but poignantly, both sides as the one who 
wants to leave and the one who is left. With “Night Game,” the baseball song 
becomes more personal in her poem as a security guard lives vicariously 
through the nightly action.

Side 2 begins with “Gone at Last.” I found this poem especially profound via personal 
experience. I had a partner who lost a sentimental ring during a bad patch in our 
relationship and I wondered if it was simple carelessness or subconscious sabotage. 
Anyone who has ever been close to a gambler might relate to the poem “Some 
Folks’ Lives Roll Easy.” The sad dreamer is the gambler who, down on his luck, 
suffers through desperate ruination in the hopes to get back on top, just once again. 
“Have a Good Time,” is a song which brings me back to Annie Hall. In a bar scene 
in the movie, Paul Simon’s character is inviting Annie and Alvy to join his friends 
and him at a party. She wants to go because it sounds like a good time, but Alvy 
immediately makes an excuse about a “thing” they have to do. In the poem of the 
same name, she conveys the reluctance and uncertainty of a new life in a different 
city and if there will be good times again. The vulnerability of a new relationship is 
explored in the poem “You’re Kind.” Like the song which prompted it, the 
question of compatibility is raised with raw honesty. Its intensity is enough to make the 
sensitive reader tremble. The final poem, “Silent Eyes,” reveals a mature relationship wavering 
on the edge. The strength of this one is in the universal passage of time changing every 
individual and couple. One is left feeling the gravity of life and its meaning or lack of it.

The impact of this collection of poems goes beyond the enjoyment of discovering 
or revisiting Simon’s album and Lillis’ brilliant response to it. The beauty of this 
chapbook is the reminder of words inspiring words and how her words will inspire more.

Kristin Fouquet

Please visit NightBallet Press and pick up a copy of this chapbook 

here: The Paul Simon Project.

Saturday, July 12, 2014

If You Forget Me by Pablo Neruda

If You Forget Me

I want you to know 
one thing. 

You know how this is: 
if I look 
at the crystal moon, at the red branch 
of the slow autumn at my window, 
if I touch 
near the fire 
the impalpable ash 
or the wrinkled body of the log, 
everything carries me to you, 
as if everything that exists, 
aromas, light, metals, 
were little boats 
that sail 
toward those isles of yours that wait for me. 

Well, now, 
if little by little you stop loving me 
I shall stop loving you little by little. 

If suddenly 
you forget me 
do not look for me, 
for I shall already have forgotten you. 

If you think it long and mad, 
the wind of banners 
that passes through my life, 
and you decide 
to leave me at the shore 
of the heart where I have roots, 
that on that day, 
at that hour, 
I shall lift my arms 
and my roots will set off 
to seek another land. 

if each day, 
each hour, 
you feel that you are destined for me 
with implacable sweetness, 
if each day a flower 
climbs up to your lips to seek me, 
ah my love, ah my own, 
in me all that fire is repeated, 
in me nothing is extinguished or forgotten, 
my love feeds on your love, beloved, 
and as long as you live it will be in your arms 
without leaving mine.

Pablo Neruda

(July 12, 1904-September 23, 1973)

Thursday, July 10, 2014

Fouquet Collaboration: "Nothin' At All"

My cousin-in-law Robert Fouquet has created this music video for his brother Daniel Fouquet. It's an original song written and performed by Daniel. Rounding out this Fouquet collaboration, many of the photographs Robert used are mine.