Conor's Movie Poem by Stephen Bennett The Playjurist

Conor's Movie



You only have something after somebody else
gets it,
unless in the memory of the things you have had
a now new idea bears resemblance
to one you know... that you know was get-able
and got got.
Anything in your head alone by itself
is fantasy, or so I thought
until the appearance of Conor's movie. I use to write
poetry in college. Carl Dennis taught. About some things
we disagreed, just like with Conor and me. And me and Carl
respected each other. He said, I think you should
keep at it or was it stick with it. Complimented me
and put me down by way of the same words. I found
out recently he remembers me,
and its been more than twenty years.
I wrote she shifted her weight changed her shape
and suddenly burst into laughter

It doesn't work
he told me. But it does. Maybe
what he meant was
it's not a poem yet. But Conor's movie
has a character,
with a name not yet known
and powers absolutely, but
we don't know which, and in the course of
the run time something happens, but what... what?
I tell him You've got to figure that out.
You've got nothing else to do. Look at the time
that you've got. You'll have to lie to investors
and flatter some stars but before you can do it you have
to think and think and then write write write write.

But I can't say that he has no idea, because there is one
he can't explain to himself. But it's in there. He says,
That's like in my movie. while Yosh is on his way to
the fridge or to somewhere else. Yosh says back, Yeah
and knows what he's talking about. And it occurs t
here are many who know Moby Dick without
ever having seen one word from Melville's text.
Conor's movie has a presence that's less
but has one that is recognized nevertheless.

As you walk through the gallery and see what there is
just check this one out if you will:
Lost in her phone call, she couldn't grasp
how I could see everything
she had ever done, was doing currently and/or hoped soon to do
she shifted her weight, changed her shape and suddenly
burst into laughter. I don't care what you say.
I think that works.

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