Poems – Soundtrack


The edit plus strings
perform a strobe upon
your mind.

You think the scene
showed nude Janet Leigh
slashed a dozen times;
slow it down and look again
it’s Hitch deceiving us.

Scorsese pulls a different trick in
‘Raging Bull’; Mascagni
finds beauty in violence,
La Motta smacks out seven shades
of slow –mo black
and white,
while we watch wrapped
in the fling and flail of blood.

In the dark of cinemas
I try to find a soundtrack of my own.
Play the tapes again
with the sound turned down.

This poem appears in The Interpreter’s House #57.

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