Post by Nalkarj on Jun 9, 2020 14:51:23 GMT
“Here, at the Picture Show”
Rarely is there a movie set in Vermont.
I’d like to know why.
I’d like to know why Mr. President Coolidge’s brave little state
Of liberty and green hills and valleys,
Of scenery and invigorating climate,
Of indomitable people—
Self-beggaring pioneers—
Has often not been filmed, or reproduced.
(There are exceptions. Yes,
When are there not exceptions.)
This tamed, untamable frontier,
This unfurled independence declaration,
This untanned, unpaved country,
This green and ancient shire
Of snow and mountaintops
And farms with cows like polkadots
And ski lodges and troikas
And sugar shacks and pennies in streams
And falling leaves and “I’ll be over at
6:30,” but it’s AM, always AM,
And reactionary hippies
And bleeding-heart farmers.
If I had to guess, I guess I’d say
Such things are Martian
Among the graves of orange groves—
But maybe, after all, it’s just that moonlight
Transcends limelight, and thus…
But really I don’t know why.
I’d like to know why.
I’d like to know why Mr. President Coolidge’s brave little state
Of liberty and green hills and valleys,
Of scenery and invigorating climate,
Of indomitable people—
Self-beggaring pioneers—
Has often not been filmed, or reproduced.
(There are exceptions. Yes,
When are there not exceptions.)
This tamed, untamable frontier,
This unfurled independence declaration,
This untanned, unpaved country,
This green and ancient shire
Of snow and mountaintops
And farms with cows like polkadots
And ski lodges and troikas
And sugar shacks and pennies in streams
And falling leaves and “I’ll be over at
6:30,” but it’s AM, always AM,
And reactionary hippies
And bleeding-heart farmers.
If I had to guess, I guess I’d say
Such things are Martian
Among the graves of orange groves—
But maybe, after all, it’s just that moonlight
Transcends limelight, and thus…
But really I don’t know why.
