Who played the clown, I wonder? Did everyone in attendance, audience and auteurs, wear red noses? Probably. Surely. And the monologue shuffled through the aisles and spoke like a hobo from the 30's, dispensing wisdom like tobacco saliva in a spittoon. The last few breaths of that introduction don't sound like an accident, though. They sound like some definitive statement on behalf of the invisible creative mind at play in the long-gone and currently shrugging and soon-to-be-at-bat masses. The fact that this guy was cut from the film strangely makes him the star of the thing. And that's how it is with everyone. That's what he's saying, I think, when he takes his bow and his bowler hat rolls off his head right into our laps. Like the guillotined head of some oppressive king.
The Executioner of the Important
Sows Smaller Heads
On Larger Bodies,
The Headshrinker A Heart-Enlarger,
but then again
decapitation*
is only an excuse(an
invitation)
for resurrection
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*taking one's teeth out is a kind decapitation. Decapitating the mouth. Look, I won't bite. Not because I don't want to, but because I can't. Now I'm going to speak from the heart. Chompers out of the way, that's probably more possible now.
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