05-14-2012, 03:32 PM
(05-12-2012, 10:35 AM)Heslopian Wrote: "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 theoryThoroughly enjoyable repast. Noted that there is an irresistable tendency to sprinkle in the condiment......pass the vagina, please. Thanks, just a touch.
Below the images he hides a portion of his soul,
like a sparrow's corpse in a tobacco tin. imagery memorable and it will be!
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. economy with punctuation leads to profligacy with words. This is a long sentence.
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.'" great attacking stanza. Commited
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 obsessional use of vagina.....they have other uses"
(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.
Not sure it was necessary or even enhancing........matter of taste I reckon. I am not averse to a little vagina myself but not on my sugared cereal.
The concept was a real find. I figure you could make a much longer piece out of this and I would read it with relish.
Best,
Tectak


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