Saturday, April 18, 2009

Dream Production

DREAM PRODUCTION by THEM
---- Big Frank Dickinson

The show comes on nightly for your what,
amusement, enlightenment, entertainment?
Is the writer tied up in the basement sending
the plot upstairs through one of the wonderful
pneumatic tubes? "Hello, here's scene three!
Places everyone, just got to get this thing set-up.
Right, OK street scene, no traffic, sunset:
Camera on sky - cloudy and menacing.
Up on fear, and consternation, now
figure of self running. Close up on face
Fade out. Switch to kitchen discussion."
Or is the writer/director locked up in the
memory vault snatching bits of dialogue,
lines of emotion, and vague yearnings,
and then blowing them up and filling in
with whatever scraps are lying around on the floor?
"'You told me that you would never do this!'
Low rumblings of anxiety and fear. Now
enter image of almost-forgotten lover who
in fact did do that - smiling but darkly."
Or maybe this is a joint project with the
pneumatic tube delivering images from the
fantasy chamber (wherever the hell that is)
and everything - dialogue, scenes and characters
are all strangers to your memory. Who gets the nod tonight,
subconcious yearnings, replays of long gone pokes,
or the totally new production? No - they all work together
in between takes and during the waking hours - they
are collecting data - they see what you are not even
aware of, and mix it with your day scenes along
with an emotional soundtrack that tells the real story.
Who the hell are they?

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