Hey my best of friends, here is a poem I wrote while watching the film "Synecdoche New York" at Dobie mall tonight. And I can say, go see the flick. I guarantee, you'll love it or you'll hate it, but you will talk about it to all your film friends afterward, and that is something worth saying.
kicking
the door
felt
good
he knew
he was
alive
then
his
hair fell
out
in clumps
1 comment:
I found it bewildering, beautiful, crushingly sad, darkly funny, maddeningly discursive, but never less than brilliant. Probably the best movie I've seen this year, but then there's so much I've missed!
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