the Zapruder film

the Zapruder film

A Poem by SkinlessFrank
"

by this point in the film, Kennedy had already been hit by the first shot....and the crazy clock just kept ticking

"

we spent the night together 


arguing

 

you 

just wanted to

discuss 

the Zapruder film

but I was already

bored to tears

musing about

the dark invertebrates

that well up inside of

sewer pipes and

thrive on 

neck 

cheese

 

please

you said

do not bite

into the light bulb 

or pump 

blood

into the 

Linzer torte


do not talk of

unicorns

how

their horns are

not bony 

after all

but 

are more like footballs

surrounded in

a kind of 

tough

leathery 

skin


you only wish to

slice down

through the length of it

and

watch as

the dark meat

spills out

in a puddle

like boiled

liver


why not instead

drink in the

beauty

to be

had in 

turning 

back the clock

and 

watching 

the scalding pot water

cool


the

lobster

change from

bright red 

to sea green

and

smile

as it

crawls out and

away 

onto the sandy bottom

© 2016 SkinlessFrank


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you must be a weird great guy or something. i do like the poems they have a clean well ordered and yet obtuse origin

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Posted 12 Years Ago


I think I will take away something different every time I read this piece. So many points to argue...maybe that was your point. Hmmm...

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Posted 12 Years Ago


I have to say, I really appreciate your mindfulness and dedication to detail. You find something to say about every cellular nuance...this intrigues me. You are such a Buddhist in your expression. You are truly connecting with every molecular structure you see (or don't see). You are such a delight to read, you get me thinking about not thinking...just being with our experiences. You find beauty in such surprising places. Nicely done, my friend...

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Posted 12 Years Ago


The title here, I believe, has not a strong association to the piece, except for perhaps the zapruder film could be an apt metaphor for what is going on between the two characters.

In fact, if I reach a little further, it could be stated that the zapruder film is just every bit of a fantasy as unicorns or tribes of lightbulb eaters. see, I wasn't even that concerned about the title until I saw that you bothered to add that clip image...making me suppose maybe the title was important...

ah, know what, screw it. I liked this regardless or associations to camelot, conspiracy or otherwise. your images are vibrant without crossing the line into exploitative. also, you present the absence of logic in a very orderly and sensical fashion, ala Lewis Carroll or better yet Douglas Adams.

viva la

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Posted 12 Years Ago


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I have to watch the film to fully appreciate this, but I marvel at the explosive way you handle words, bursting them onto the page. Just one point...where can I find the film?

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Posted 12 Years Ago


the arrangement of tiny explosions in image play are as wickedly framed and agonizing as the film in the title~ back and forth and outside round the mild innocence to the penetrating slice~ your unique ability to transform/translate the diorama of perceptions in your original tapestry and offer it comprehensible and weeping some extraordinary and new emotional mind fluid is extraordinary~

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Posted 12 Years Ago


I think I might learn something from you. You don't leave any subject matter untouched. Nothing is off limits to you. I think when writing it's easy to get wrapped up with what's considered to be acceptable in both subject matter and thought. You write sweet...but remind us all that there is still flesh and bone when these emotions cut deep.

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You always manage to find poetry in the strangest of places:) I like this one. I like the contrast between mundane conversation and mad thoughts and i love the ending :)

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Posted 12 Years Ago


'and marveled
over the beauty
to be had'

your writing always slightly off the wall this poem is full of contrast, 'sewer pipes' and 'a slice of liver' give way to all the relief of the clocks going back. its always good to compromise :)



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Posted 12 Years Ago


just because you turn back the clock, doesn't mean the lobster doesn't get boiled and man learns from his mistakes, again and again and again....

It's out there, sounds like the pair ought to join a debate club.... wonderful team work.

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SkinlessFrank

Glen Sutton, Quebec, Canada



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