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NaPoWriMo prompt for April 14th 2017

April 13, 2017

DAY 14  – NaPoWriMo Prompt for  Friday, April 14, 2017

“It is strange how often a heart must be broken

Before the years can make it wise.”

Sara Teasdale

Yep… getting close to the half-way point.

The 14th NaPoWriMo prompt as suggested by Brendan McBreen –

Revisit a faerie tale character, put them in a bar, now write a poem.

 

 

“Still, what I want in my life

is to be willing

to be dazzled—

to cast aside the weight of facts

 

and maybe even

to float a little

above this difficult world.”

Mary Oliver

 

Prompt 12 suggested you pick a favorite film director or film series and write about it in a way that isn’t obvious or straightforward.

Here’s my poem:

 

Waters of Altman

By Christopher J. Jarmick

 

Joel McCrea has a dream.

He’ll capture and tame a wild black stallion

and start the ranch he’s dreamed about.

He’ll give up the life of a nomadic cowboy

and being part of cattle drives

and take a young man under his wing.

You could see it as a metaphor

if you wanted to think too much

but it’s a Western.

an older Western,

decades before McCabe;

a man who needed to elevate himself

into wealth and power,

by playing to settlers vices.

Almost a good plan

before Mrs. Miller played him

because she understood

men whose ego and bark

was no match for focus

and purpose.

But what kind of Western

was this? Accurate period

detail and Leonard Cohen

and metaphors that were

actually meant to be

metaphors.

It would happen again,

to Chandler’s Long Goodbye

a film that put 1970s Los Angeles in a

time capsule instantly

pretending it was dancing

with the hard-boiled detective

genre of the late 40s, and then there was

the comedy-drama about

addiction – gambling (California Split), establishing

not in plot or story but in minutiae, in

pieces of dialogue and movement

and fluid characterizations that

flow and blend like tributaries

into an ocean.

 

Think Mash, or Nashville or Shortcuts, Gosford Park,

Prairie Home Companion, the plot almost

deconstructed in service to the minutiae.

Leaving us with sketches of lives, real like

Vincent and Theo, exaggerated as in Last Honor,

purposefully fictionalized as in The Player, or in

the emotional dreams of 3 Women.

 

A reflection in glass, a life, the stars

A gun, a death, the end of the race

‘And the screen talks of the waters of Altman

It’s the end of the game, the end of the rain,

“it’s the joy in your heart”.

 

 

Keep Writing!

Altman:

robert altman

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