A Pocketful of Poesy was and is again a Poem-a-Day(-on-Average) Blog! For 2009, 2010, 2011, 2012, and now for 2017 and going forward, you may expect to see 365 poems every year, 366 for leap years.

but aren't they all random?

Friday, November 29, 2019

pure cinema crave

I am in no rush
to rush into another poorly-planned
contrived high concept
action film

even if the director attached
is one of those big-namers, staunchly
acclaimed by darling critics

for all the refusals
to compromise that marked
previous films as uniquely
theirs, alienated and disgusted
the public's all-but-exhausted
patience, and further drove the chic divide

ever deeper between those
who disdain and belittle intellectuals,
and the intellectuals who disdain
and belittle them. I am just

so tired

of the argument. Give me

a movie ABOUT popcorn, or
ABOUT butts in seats. Like a Pixar
epic set "in a world" of butts
in seats. Or something yet
more pure

pure what, not sure,
but pure. Perhaps instead of
a children's movie, a movie

about
people who make a children's movie
and it turns them into children
and eats them

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