Sam Rasnake tagged me for favorite films. I feel a little sheepish because I am not a videophile and also because movies are so much a part of pop culture. With that disclaimer, and in no particular order, I proceed:
As Good as it Gets
A Night at the Opera
Wizard of Oz
Gone with the Wind
Lord of the Rings
Dances with Wolves
In the Name of the Father
My Left Foot
A Hard Day's Night
The Disorderly Orderly
Meet John Doe
The Deer Hunter
The Ten Commandments
And many, many, more...but my mind blocks here.
In addition, in my continuing quest to understand the limitations of my verse, I post a poem, below, about which I would like to know whether I transcended the neatness of my usual compositions, having more of an open, communal feeling, as my good critic advised.
All I have are these words, finally,
to convince you that I mattered.
I am not convinced.
David said it best:
“My tears have been my food day and night.”
Poetry doesn’t get much better.
He also wrote,
“Are not my tears in your bottle?”
He thought suffering redemptive.
My tears are without object,
my grief without circumference.
My God has no bottle.
Thine, at 1 Kilobunny! (shh!)