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    dots Submission Name: The Odd Fossils of Movielanddots
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    Author: cuddledumplin
    ASL Info:    36/ f/UK
    Elite Ratio:    4.08 - 6269/5927/526
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    Class/Type: Poetry/Misc
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       I was watching an old movie the other night, and it occured to me that pretty much everyone was dead who had starred in the film. It's weird to see them like they were alive. It's almost like seeing fossils or something.

    I think it needs a little work, but I like it so far.


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    dotsThe Odd Fossils of Movielanddots
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    Celluloid fossils move on brightness
    inhabiting a world where colors have evaporated,
    leaving only light and shadow,
    and they were beautiful animals
    trapped on these shiny strips,
    perfectly groomed with their plumage
    Of satin, sequins, and feathers.
    They sang instead of speaking,
    danced in lieu of walking,
    for nothing was ordinary there.




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      yes, the old black and whites..the classics...they don't make them like that anymore.

    and yes, at least these actors and actresses are preserved in movies..but you are so right..watching them...i always imagine them off screen during that period in their lives...

    and i look at their energy in the roles. and their eyes..hard to imagine most have been in the ground for a very long time.

    like george carlin once said...when he was watching an old movie, referring to the actor...

    "see that guy there? he's dead. well, he isn't dead there, but he is now!"

    your poem captures the spirit of the old flicks very well..and the people who made them.

    jacob
    | Posted on 2011-09-02 00:00:00 | by jacoberin | [ Reply to This ]
      a very classy poem. it brought forth all of the old movies that i just love to watch. i could see them clear in my mind. very good work
    | Posted on 2005-06-15 00:00:00 | by laniejane | [ Reply to This ]
      This reminds me of the fifties with all its cookiecut people and white picket fences and where the beautiful people were held in the spotlight while the unconventionals were stuffed into asylulms. Hollywood wasn't as glamorous as it would like us to think. "And they were beautiful animals/ Trapped on these shiny strips" That's so beautifully written. I love these lines! Tre bien.
    | Posted on 2004-11-12 00:00:00 | by lulukillface | [ Reply to This ]
      The poem really didn't fit too well with your description of it, but the description made me think. You see, I am in love with classic Hollywood. Those beautiful black and white movies, those amazign talented stars. Now all a movie needs to be good is special effects and sex, but back then if the plot and the actors sucked, the movie was crap as well. And you are right about all this. It's sosad that they are all gone now, but at least we have their works which we can still enjoy. They live through their movies, and I sincerely hope that that are shall never be lost.
    | Posted on 2004-10-25 00:00:00 | by Scribbles1338 | [ Reply to This ]
      made me think a bit of the Kinks song, "Celluloid Heroes." curious to know what movies you were watching... was it Fred and Ginger? i actually met Fred Astaire years ago when he was on the Mike Douglas show (that really dates me!). quite a gracious man. anyway, i like this 'cause it has that old-time feel to it, and i love old movies that are in black and white. when they started colorizing them, i thought it was a crime! this was a nice step back into the golden age of film! thanks! i think i'll go rent an oldie this evening!
    | Posted on 2004-10-25 00:00:00 | by magnicat | [ Reply to This ]
      I watched part of a movie that seemed to be from the 30's. There was an actress who had to be 90. Your poem made me realise she was born before Edison, Lenin and Ghandi and was alive when Darwin, Dickens and Lincoln were around. I can almost hear her saying, "ooh, it's not like in my day. Things sure were different before that new fangled dynamite. 1866, I checked. Love, Paul. x
    | Posted on 2004-10-25 00:00:00 | by buttsee | [ Reply to This ]
      i love old movies & i love this poem. nice job capturing the feeling. yeah, they were extraordinary, i suppose b/c ordinary life sucked so bad.
    | Posted on 2004-10-26 00:00:00 | by joeyalphabet | [ Reply to This ]
      have you seen the movie Sneakers?? it's not so old but it was with River Phoenix who's already dead, too. the best die way too young.
    anyway my favourite part were the lines
    "Inhabiting a world
    Where colors have evaporated"
    so vivid. and after listening for two hours to somebody who just talks about theoretical things that's just great to hear (just came home from university).
    | Posted on 2004-10-26 00:00:00 | by eve1684 | [ Reply to This ]


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