P.S.H

you have left the circus
but not the lounge,
guilty press noses
peering through steamed windows
as they feel the pressure of their burdens,
languish if you will
in knowing you imprinted
with a certain resonance
and we shall still converse,
language of the cornea,
visual impacting and verbal debauchery,
each pronunciation
earth to my ears
thrum and fertile,
so say hello now and then
on the ten thirty timeslot,
and i will watch,
so long fellow man
so long cineamatic soul

 

Phillip Seymour Hoffman

Peter O’Toole – Rare Dublin Theater Article

Peter O’Toole – Lawrence of Arabia (R.I.P 2013 )

This is shared from a social media site i do not own the copyright it is here as a testament to Peter O’Toole and his memory and educationally as one of the great 20th Century films

the reading poet

behind his book

taking microphone,

spoke

each word lengthening

to a degree

of edgy movement

what seemed so few in words

became eternal,

those who watched

brow moistened by sweat

beneath his fringe

saw an iconic image

poster adorned with Che

on bedroom walls,

fingers found a glass

to sip some wine

for confidence,

feet moving almost pacing

just shuffling,

closer to edge of stage

silence in the darkness,

all held on his voice,

a lithe brunette student

leaped forward

lemon t shirt lifted

baring breasts

with

I Love You

lipstick marked

flashbulb pop

a step back

maybe a stutter of words

faltered only for a beat

smiling continued,

status assured