Saturday, May 30, 2009

New York Movie


New York Movie
---- Big Frank Dickinson

The screen is black and white; all the color's with her.
She has depth, and primary colors of red and blue.
The lights accent her golden head of hair,
Resigned before the red exit curtains.

She's into something else - not this movie;
The big screen plays on with its captivating
Scenes that easily hold the rest of the
Audience in their identical plush red chairs.

The usherette, dressed in blue, stands apart;
She's seen this movie too many times - it means
Nothing to her, but to you the viewer
Of this painting she is the movie, as it were.

We do not know what's on the big screen,
Nor how many people are watching,
Nor why it is that she is standing so
Pensively near the exit lost in thought.

Is she the same woman who later
Works not in a theater, but in a New York Office?
Why do her arms, once again, frame her
Breasts but now with hand under chin?

Is she dreaming of becoming an executive?
Is she upset because her lover is gone?
Is she tired of ushering in blue?
Is she unaware that she's the star?

2 comments:

Jeremy Lewit said...

Love the pathos of the last line, the unspoken fleeting nature of the possibility of that truth, which so matches the contrast of moving and static pictures...

Anonymous said...

Maybe she's just wondering how far she'll go on her next run.
Actually, Tom, this is really well written. I think you've articulated the artist's aim so fluently. I'm curious how long it took you.
As far as your second reply to my contemplative thoughts on "self-love", I need time to ponder your words. My brain is not the porous sponge it used to be...it takes longer to absorb some of that deep stuff. :)