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Martin Scorsese
« on: March 28, 2009, 10:44:00 PM »
The Big Win (Martin Scorsese)

Here is a poem that I wrote a little while ago. Oddly I write poems about celebs once in awhile. Being that I am overjoyed for Mr. Scorsese's recent Oscar win, I figured I would post it. I know it needs work, so please any pointers are welcomed (as always).

Conversation about the Scorsese Boy

"He's terribly winded,[1]
and to be honest I'd rather him be there
than at the cabstand. This neighborhood,
this neighborhood."

"He should be out playing stick ball
in the streets. It wouldn't kill him."

He's in the front of the theater.
The red velvet seats cool
against his skinny frame.
He's pushing his glasses up
on his nose while The Wild Heart[2]
or is it Gone to Earth[3] flashes on screen.

"He shouldn't see filth like that."

"He's obsessed."

"What do you expect? He gets tired."

"There are worse things to be obsessed with."

"He might stay out of trouble."

"Maybe just maybe."


[1] Scorsese suffered from asthma as a child.

[2] A film by Michael Powell Scorsese's influence.

[3] The film was edited re-released in 1952. Scorsese would have been 10 years old.