All of life involves mere mimes
that aren’t what they’re blown up to be,
in photo-shoots that, like my rhymes,
conclude with images that flee.
Inspired by Antonioni’s Blow-Up, with David Hemmings and Vanessa Redgrave, in which a Hemmings plays the role of a photographer who captures a murder on camera but loses the roll of film and the photos before the corpse itself disappears. The movie ends with two mimes miming a game of tennis without racquets or balls. While David Hemmings’s character looks for the non-existent tennis ball which the mimes appear to have hit out of the tennis court you can hear the sound of tennis balls bouncing on the count.
6/4/09
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem