What is Forgotten, What is Blessed

Forget movies, too, the Hollywood trash in which nothing happened 
      though they were loud and fast, and when they were over
time had passed, which was a blessing in itself.  O blessed 
     is Wong Kar Wai and his cities of blue and rain.
Blessed is David Lynch, his Polish prostitutes juking 
     to Locomotion in a kitschy fifties bungalow.  Blessed
is Jeff Buckley, his Hallelujah played a thousand times in your car
     as you drove through Houston, its vacant lots
exploding with wild flowers and capsized shopping carts.

From Ode to Forgetting the Year
by Barbara Hamby