Renaissance man James Franco has disclosed his next artistic endeavor: poetry.
Greywolf Press will release his book, Directing Herbert White, in April 2014. According to the Guardian,
Graywolf poetry editor Jeffrey Shotts described Franco’s poetry as “a series of portraits of American successes and failures from within Hollywood … But they are also smart and highly aware notes of caution of what can happen when the filmed self becomes fixed and duplicated, while the ongoing self must continue living and watching.”
Franco has also published a poetry chapbook, called Strongest of the Litter, and a variety of short stories. Is there anything this man can’t (or at least won’t attempt to) do?