[from Diane Wakoski's The Archaeology of Movies and Books Volume I: Medea the Sorceress, Black Sparrow, 1991]
[excerpt from "Rosenkavalier (Knight of the Rose)"]
. . .
Famous for 15 minutes.
Steel Man offers The Silver Surfer
some of his popcorn, but movie theaters
defraud you: they draw you into a world
which is only light play. No matter how many
times you watch a flick, it is never more
than a woman wearing a black lacy
garter belt over her creamy linen-finish
bond paper thights; never more than
this beautiful woman meeting you at the
train station in Vienna
with her, also white as paper, sweet
dog on a leash, his paws like splayed
garlic bulbs, nails clicking on
the stone floors of the train station;
never more than images which seem
less interesting, each time that you see them.
You leave the theater fat
from the popcorn and thin
from the film which has no angels,
no devils, but is a fraud. "Wait, before you dismiss
it," I hear Maverick calling over my shoulder.
. . .
Medea the Sorceress (The Archaeology of Movies and Books, V. 1)