Auteurs

[heslopian]

"A bunch of guys standing around trying to catch some director pushing art up into the crevices of dreck." - Manny Farber, American film critic, describing the auteur theory

Below the images he hides a portion of his soul,
a sparrow's corpse in a tobacco tin.
When Daisy Danger pulled her piece
from the pocket of her dress,
and Michael Kent christened her skull with a bat,
a weird light peered back from the page
like spring through bullet holes.

The author loved his mother once,
but now all women must be hurt.
"Daisy Danger's phallic piece
was knocked from her jezebel hands,
the magazine breaking her foot.
'I got no time for whores and queers,'
Kent grunted as he slapped her face,
'I'm tougher than my momma's tights.'"

Picking through the mounds of trash
one may find our sad auteur,
his frail soul, that dead sparrow,
glimpsed in accidental symbols.

"Michael Kent sat on his bed and poured himself some rye.
The bottle he poured was tighter than Daisy's vagina
(which he'd been sure to examine for clues).
She spanked him like a momma would, with open palm and -"
the author decides to put the bottle away.