Anna Moschovakis measures words, crosses languages, and invents forms. In a mode of inquiry, friction, and barbed naivete, these four long poems trouble notions of history, self-knowledge, and intimacy, insisting that how to be is a question we can never tire of confronting.

From Paradise (film two) :

/ Being raised in science / under the sign of logic / I never understood how certain / promises / could be made / I could say I promise / that unless something unexpected happens / I will do the dishes every night / this week / I was very literal / especially with my lovers / I could say I love you today / but not I will love you tomorrow /