November 3, 2014 § 2 Comments
I read something about this, somewhere.
Thinking it was Jonathan Miller,
Did you ever read a book,
Entranced by the protagonist,
Then go to the movie,
And feel, well, disappointed?
Tracing the territory of his face.
Not quite right.
Not right at all, actually.
Miscast, you think.
Seen through those gauzy appraising eyes.
The actor is too old,
Can’t put your finger on it, exactly.
Men can get by with all that.
What’s happening isn’t about putting
Pierce Brosnan in a Steve McQueen role.
No, it’s something else.
But how are we to see as seen?
We are entranced by the idea
Of that man in the book.
Not some pinned down image,
Or some actor we cast in that role.
It’s the very idea of him.
Step out of the skin box,
look back at Him.
Seeing that idea embodied is the problem.
Always too confined, too small,
Doesn’t matter who they cast.
Not the gravitational center,
Not larger than this so called life.
When you invest a character with all that,
You are bound to be disappointed when
He actually shows up.
Your martini shot coming.
I just thought
That an interesting idea
To throw out.
November 1, 2014 § 3 Comments
Like clattering little children,
Seeking my attention.
Grab and take.
My so-called enemies.
Whining hovering bugs,
Endlessly tagging along.
Remember- don’t care what they think,
Else they’ll have you by the balls.
Handy mantra, don’t you think?
Like the elephant swatting away the fly.
Who’s the big shot in that parable?
Then I see Him.
Scattering the noisy ones.
They carry torches and pitchforks,
He’s got the blade.
Edged beyond sharp.
Not coming to seize what’s mine.
Or to heap me over with foul insult.
He’ll leave that to the suckerfish.
Slick words fall away.
Resolve all shadow and mist.
Cutting me just enough for the others to feed.
Taking his host just to the edge, never quite over.
Isn’t that the way?
My well spent youth in front of that magic box.
Hour upon hour of shuffling mummies, modeling my way.
So demons never show themselves in the mirror, I know.
But why is He there?
The virus beyond the scientist’s ken,
The monster always under the bed,
The beast that will stop swimming only at time’s end.
The enemy I could not hold any closer.