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this film is not about its maker
remarkable and yet the first to affirm
two sets of consecutive images delight
one leg, then another
creamy light comes between
the metaphor dissolving into distance
as if that one sail caught in sunlight
(cresting and falling)
could be deemed a wind
from further out it looks like an eye
curiously, in the form of something that
represents something
like the goddess
running wild
inside the chapel
with his magic wand
he makes the assembled
mourners disappear
the shot is reversed
and he performs the same
trick on himself
Is it a happy surprise?
He leaps back
The curtain rises
A blue light fills
The distance
Is that the end?
but and this is where the contradiction lies
the first hint of
grieving you, I |
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