The soul has its own entertainment industry
as complex as Hollywood's, with premieres
scheduled every night of the week.
The papparazzi have been popping their flashbulbs
since before your first erection. Rival producers
vie to cast Ingrid Bergman as the nun
who proved her love for you by teaching you
arithmetic. But ah! it is the cinematographers
who are our secret masters. How can they trick
a string of neurons into a set
so persuasively resembling cities
we have flitted through heedlessly
before there was even VistaVision?
before we could tie our own ties?
And just as with the movies we've seen
we forget all these wonderful dramas
almost as fast as we can dream them up!
New names appear in the magazines,
teen idols kill themselves, but the glamor
never dies, the glamor goes on eternally.
February 19, 2008
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