“Like a thief in the night, Truffaut watched ‘his first two hundred films on the sly’ by slipping into the theatre without paying through the washroom window or the emergency exit.”
*
become a detective in
your own life
digest the sky
into darkness
and silence the world
waits for us
the curtains part
to reveal the most horrific
object: ourselves
we’ve never met
do I know you, I see, uh huh
well then, ok thanks
an only mystic sunset
orphan of speech,
boy on a beach
cinema is a dwarf
smoking a huge cigar who
shouts
lends just enough
knife-edge ambiguity,
who needs realism
thief of exits, my
tears are all yours
said the waves
inhale night
exhale light
supple as a lung
carpet has a sound
we approach the
screen of dreams
the animal flickers and
awakens, do we watch
it or vice versa.
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