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Children of Paradise (1946)
In the finale, isn't life
white-clad revelers
whose ironic costumes proclaim:
We too, are spinning!
We too
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poetry drunk on film history
It was an ambitious goal, and I was making some progress. I have slowed down considerably. This is still meant to be a blog of poetry about film. I may add some trivia or prose. I just added a poem about a cable series. It is an evolving project.
The Freshman (1925) (starring Harold Lloyd)
If the pur-suit of happiness turns out to be so poorly sewn
it falls off your body in pieces
as you dance your Jazz-Age ass off
at the party, don't worry;
it doesn't matter that you
haven't read a book, or attended a class, other
than football practice--and that
your newly-bought friends laugh at you
behind your back; all that matters in the end
is that you learn one lesson well--that being:
how to pick the right girl
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Clip from "The Freshman" with commentary: