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THE SCRIPT IS THE SKELETON

 

The script is the skeleton

Upon which the actor

Hangs his soul

To be observed

But not identified

For who is the person

And who is the character?

Are questions eternal

And left with no certain answer?

         As if a life of color

         Beauty, romance, art and fun

         Was equivalent to one

         Spent mending the ill

         Healing the sick

         And accepting no praise or award –

         Just a person

         No less, no more.

Also in the run

For Director of the year

Comes a whimsical dude

With a first film

That entertains with a flare –

A sort of “Irma la Duce”

A Billy Wilder farce

A la “Some like it Hot.”

But today, it just streams

And gets lost in the ether

         Once it could have been art

         And then it was just a video

         And then it was pseudo –

         Made by artificial means –

         Its own critic reviews it

         Before completion and nails it!                                       230719.2