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', Romeo......   Sometimes, it takes a Comet to spew light on Reality.     More often, it takes a jillion revisions to create the Illusion that anything makes Sense.......And, in all this confusion, a pileup of words may be  forcemeat for Life in the Isolation Cell of Artists, dreaming of caviar, just because its what one doesn't have, which is what many think they must have.......I'll have some crunchy corn sticks and black-eyed peas with chopped scallion greens.......all that caviar did little to save Edmond Dantes, did it?