AUTUMN'S FALL.......
the green becomes grey and brown,
coiling into Halloween shapes....
now weightless, lofting into the breezes..
then crashing, broken, already becoming the stuff of tomorrows,
in the endless recycling of matter and energy......
WHITTLING AT THE COALESCENT DROPS OF MEMORY
Polly Steele's "FOUR LETTERS OF LOVE" and the Danny Strong, IFC Production, quasi-biopic, " REBEL IN THE RYE "......were short-lived in American Movie Houses.......I watched both Films, as a double-feature, recently......their romantically intellectual content, certainly, displaced some intracranial detritus left by the oily rags of routine film residue that was shunting my choreographically interpolated interstitiality with the hammering of Marvel Comics Mentalities.. double-billing with Killers of the Cosmos..... Max Bierbaum suggested, in a rather long cinematic dream, that I consult with Zuleika Dobson, prestidigitator to the Sensitive Neurotics of evanescent Art World Confidentiality.. ...Don't slip on the ocean-sprayed cliff, Rochester....it's a hard tumble, even into water, from this height......Why is Bertha Mason laughing, even with molten beeswax running down her palms? Sometimes, this is the 'soft light that breaks from yon window...
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