The Kuleshov Effect
Rachel Marie Talan
Shelved books gather dust like old,
forgotten trophies. Sunlight streams through
the open window,
a spotlight.
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The author spins phrases on his typewriter
while the sun strikes his back with
warmth, with pain.
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There’s a dandelion on the lawn. A
lone survivor. All his friends, killed on
behalf of beauty’s war.
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She sits at the bar and takes her
first drink in fifteen years.
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A cigar still burns in an ashtray,
smoke dancing up and away from its
abandoned form.
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The metronome ticks atop the musicless piano.
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Now THAT was cool! You guys did a good job :) I really enjoyed the video and the poem, both very lovely!
ReplyDeleteExcellent! really really amazing and a lot of work! Mama :)
ReplyDeleteVery cool! I loved it\m/Dad
ReplyDeletethis has got to be the coolest thing i've seen in a long time. it's so amazing how you two combined your creativity into one amazing project.
ReplyDeleteLOVE this!!!!
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kym
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