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Films of Carolina |
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soul drifter Senior Member
since 2004-09-08
Posts 711Colorado |
Films of Carolina Oh Carolina, I have been capsized in these waters a pagan baptized in rivers that snake away from me, all at the speed of memory. I have been Truffaut and I have been Fellini, knee deep in the strangest, softest wonder. It's been a road often hard, always long, flickering my silent films on walls, on bridges 'neath unreal stars, pin-pricked my hopes night by night. Such a sensation! Such a Hopper painting that I stood there, not long, memorizing. The girl sat lonely, the light poured smooth like Dom Perignon, golden and blazing, thought I. And oh, all the Cary Grants and Ingrid Bergmans waltz right past me, I am too ephemeral to dance tonight. Poems that flutter and dart before my eyes, can they ever be seen by more than me? And will she, the girl in the automat, lower her gaze and end my nocturnal longing for love? And oh, Carolina, you don't have to go. I'm the one who lost the way back home. Can it be that I've forgotten what it is to put my shoulder to the wheel? Can't anybody see that there's something dying here tonight? "The good thing about science is that it's true whether or not you believe in it." —Neil deGrasse Tyson |
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BluesSerenade Member Patricius
since 2001-10-23
Posts 10549By the Seaside |
Like a classic melodrama with a modern twist. You set the mood so well soul drifter, and your visuals are intermixed with emotions which makes me feel I am so there watching the entire scene unfold. Awlways my pleasure to read you~ |
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