Love Makes Thinking Dark

by Barbara Henning

poetry, by New York editor of LONG NEWS

Genres: Poetry

85 pages, Paperback, Cover by Miranda Maher

First published January 1, 1995

About the author

BARBARA HENNING is a poet and fiction writer, author of four novels and several books of poetry. Her latest novel is Just Like That (Spuyten Duyvil 2018) and a book of poems A Day Like Today (Negative Capability Press 2015. Other not so recent books include A Swift Passage (Quale Press 2013), a novel, Thirty Miles to Rosebud (BlazeVOX Books 2009), a collection of poems My Autobiography (2007 United Artists). Two novels, You Me and the Insects (2005) and Black Lace (2001) both published by Spuyten Duyvil . Other works include a series of photo-poem pamphlets; Detective Sentences (Spuyten Duyvil, 2001), In Between (Spectacular Diseases, England); Me & My Dog (Poetry New York, 1999); Love Makes Thinking Dark (United Artists, 1995); The Passion of Signs (Leave Books, 1994); Smoking in the Twilight Bar (United Artists, l988). Poems and stories have been published in many magazines, including Poetry International, the Paris Review, Fiction International, The Brooklyn Rail, The World, Talisman, Lingo, Shiny, Not Enough Night, Hanging Loose and others. During the early nineties, she was the editor of Long News in the Short Century, a journal of art and writing. She was born in Detroit, relocated to New York City in the early eighties. She is presently teaching for Long Island University where she is Professor Emerita, as well as for writers.com.

Reviews

[Serena · Rating 5 out of 5]

F STOP

He says your name over and over—
He speaks with an uncanny passion—
He must like you a great deal—
The less actual intercourse is possible
the more profound the longing—
I kill a moth with my book.
Your mother was extremely fragile
fused with the malady of the neighborhood.
A metonymic discourse. A knife wielding
subway rapist with a gap between her front teeth.
Everyone knows that envy is usually aroused
by what one does not want—
The Chinese knew the secret of the dirty rags.
The Romans wanted it—