Last week, on December 20, I read at The Poetry Project with Lucy Ives. The writer and Friday Night Series organizer, Matt Longabucco, wrote and read this wonderful intro about Love Dog. It is a perfect mapping of all the book’s themes and concerns.
“To think about love is to think about unrequited love, dying love, unspeakable love.
To think about unrequited love, dying love, unspeakable love is to think about time, how we both inhabit it but also depart it at our peril.
To think about time, how we both inhabit it but also depart it at our peril, is to think about technology, ideal prosthetic device for not giving a shit about anyone.
To think about technology, ideal prosthetic device for not giving a shit about anyone, is to think about connection, the unassuming name for a terrified and terrifying arena.
To think about connection, the unassuming name for a terrified and terrifying arena, is to think about the bodies that crouch there on all fours.
To think about the bodies that crouch there on all fours is to think about creatures, creatureliness.
To think about creatures, creatureliness, is to think about dogs.
To think about dogs is to think about the faith they summon seemingly from nothing.
To think about the faith they summon seemingly from nothing is to think about spirit.
To think about spirit is to think about ghosts, well, booze and ghosts.
To think about ghosts is to think about the movies.
To think about the movies is to think about faces.
To think about faces is to think about tears.
To think about tears is to think about blue, o blue.
To think about blue, o blue, is to think about green.
To think about green is to think about that shady, cool, almost embarrassingly lush place where we meet but also, inevitably, about money.
To think about money is to think about how one was not even given the chance to be born human, in the sick imagination of capital.
To think about how one was not even given the chance to be born human, in the sick imagination of capital, is to think about the death one will die anyway, a surplus.
To think about the death one will die anyway, a surplus, is to think about love.
To think about all this is to think about Love Dog, Masha Tupitsyn’s extraordinary meditation on our plight and perhaps—perhaps—salvation. Please welcome her to the Poetry Project.”

-Bresson’s Lancelot du lac, 1974