Saturday, November 08, 2014
Channeling Fred
Sacrifice Staging
Half-stocky fellow channels Fred Astaire.
Wife, his scattered Samantha, launches
unexpected punches at him.
This Renz, therefore, choreographs a
sort of Reverse Apache for them.
A will, an art from accidents.
Labels: apache dance, choreography, dancing, Fred Astaire, staging
Tuesday, May 13, 2014
The Chinese Century
For Love and Glory
-We're supposed to be into the Chinese Century,
but look at their New Years, and all the nonsense
with dragons. Dragons! Oh my!
-You're implying no more dragons to be feared,
and even slain?
-Cut it out!
-How about metaphorically? Buoy us up a bit!
-I don't deal in figures of speech.
-I bet you don't even want Mickey Rooney and
Judy Garland to find an old barn in Connecticut
and put on a show!
-Not really.
-Or Fred and Ginger to dance by signs of
railroad stations right up to Broadway's Palace?
-Toodley-doo.
-But people want a show! To see one or...
-My show's the bottom line.
-A fine and private place,
but none, I fear, do there embrace.
-Poetry! The very definition of useless.
-Let’s make a movie!
-Where I'm converted to bullshit at the end?
Buying statues for the peasants’ church?
-Better than your version.
-Mine just wins!
Labels: businessman, Chinese, Dragon, Fred Astaire, Ginger Rogers, John Donne, Judy Garland, Mickey Rooney, movies, New Year, poetry, reality
Friday, January 04, 2013
Knowing you’re
not any…
(as Ladies audit the phrase)
Brad Pitt,
or Leonard DiCaprio—balanced
personas in
the modern sense at least,
not asshole
butches out from the blood flicks.
Back to Bogie,
Cary Grant, Fred Astaire.
Duke Wayne. Each
of whom you’re also not
even close
to. Though could have aped, in
walk or talk,
some fey mannerism. Keeping
the residue of
which after all
these years.
Still crazy.
Labels: Bogart, Bogie, Brad Pitt, Caprio, Cary Grant, Duke, Fred Astaire, Humphrey, John Wayne, Leonard Di, mannerism, screen models
