Movie Script 20

MOVIE SCRIPT 20

Director: This is to be
a philosophical movie
That eschews mimesis,
does not mirror the illusion
Called life or the illusion called the world.
This Cinema's veracity is that this cinema
is life,
Is the world. This cinema is literal realism,
Is literal realism, or literal visualism,
or visualistic reality.

The movie, La Chevelure Vol D'une Flamme:

The redhead sought the bar where Modigliani
Longed to see a wagon wheel covered by snow
In Russia. The white spokes made him think
of bones, rib bones, and he could reach
through flesh
And go through blood to contact the mysterious
Reality of rib bones. He could touch what
was known by
Predated man and predated paint by touching.
The rib bones were always concealed by flesh
when alive
And could never be seen as living rib bones.
The rib bones
Could only be seen when dead, and the mystery,
The hermetic knowledge was gone.

It was snowing in Livorno,
the redhead wore a midriff,
And had chill bumps on her stomach. She touched
The bumps, the bumps were like stone cupolas
On soft flesh. The bumps felt like Braille.
Soon as she feels herself,
she was reading sentences.
The sentences said that her hair was a sunrise
When in open air, and her's was a sunset
When she was in the evening shadows. When
She combed her, the comb became a satyr,
The comb stood upright
and danced on its hooves.
The comb rubbed its horns against her skull.

She was so happy that she decided to go
To her attic and write a book
on metaphysics.
She would write a book on Being,
Even Heidegger had not written
The definitive book on Being.
Yes, she screamed with joy, as she leaped
Through the snow, reading the sentences
Of the Braille of the chill bumps
on her stomach,
"I will write a book on Being."

Modigliani waited at the bar
for the redhead,
But she never arrived. He drunk
One Campari after another Campari.


Duane Locke

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