Notes from Underground

Some of these persons are guerrillas
against their nonentity,
        the conformities of their craft,
                the absurdities of the mores,
 
                        whose fields,
                        watersides,
                        gabled windows
                        long to speak,
 
        whose fables are empowered
        by a prize at a festival.
 
Some intend to raise an insurrection
in the art houses,
        the institutes,
                the reviews,
 
                        whose voices
                        reminisce
                        of red shoes,
                        Truffaut,
                        Antonioni,
 
        who go on location
        at the crux of the world.
 
Some mean to leave permanent scars
on the body politic,
        on all inquisitors,
                all esthetes,
 
                        the uncut versions
                        of whose psyches
                        allude to
                        Marienbad,
                        Rashomon.
                        flying cranes,
 
who, unrequited and unconfirmed,
        take an auteur’s revenge.

Oliver Rice | Mudlark No. 41 (2010)
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