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Laurence Harvey: he of the glazed eye,
who could stay under hypnosis
for the length of an entire film.
Who turns playing solitaire
into a dangerous game.
A below the surface kind of guy.
More intense than Dirk Bogarde,
less mannered than James Mason.
A bit of a Hamlet
The quiet type who ends up murdering
his scene-stealing, scheming mother
and her sleazy boyfriend.
Who points even with his name
to another assassin –
the Lee Harvey Oswald yet to come.
-- Elaine Equi
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Radio
I left it
on when I
left the house
for the pleasure
of coming back
ten hours later
to the greatness
of Teddy Wilson
"After You've Gone"
on the piano
in the corner
of the bedroom
as I enter
in the dark
from New and Selected Poems by David Lehman
Love this, Elaine--especially "could stay under hypnosis for the length of an entire film"! Brava.
Posted by: Angela Ball | June 14, 2025 at 08:14 AM
And that tone, a below the surface tricky kind of terror. Wow, Elaine!
Estha Weiner June 14, 2025
Posted by: Estha Weiner | June 14, 2025 at 09:05 AM
I love your language and wit, Elaine Equi
Posted by: Mary Morris | June 14, 2025 at 09:46 AM
With you all the way, Elaine, except for the last line. Blessings.
Posted by: Robert McDowell | June 14, 2025 at 10:38 AM
Scary, sneaky, amazing writing.
Posted by: Phyllis Rosenzweig | June 14, 2025 at 10:47 AM