CLEO FROM FIVE TO . . .
via Agnes Varda
Cards said I was ill
like a hat like Citroens
everyone forgets except me.
Outdated. The first time’s better
face this
ridiculous hat,
other people’s fear,
music. My precious
flavour. Of my lovely life:
I’m not on the prowl.
Very.
Everything
today everything amazes me terrified
of seeing him in person:
Barry Alpert / Silver Spring, MD US / 8-29-07 (8:56 AM)
Written intermittently during perhaps my third viewing of Varda’s film.
Initially lacking a generative title, I was lucky to devise something
appropriate. And somehow or other I seem to have captured the arc of the
film--from the opening sequence of the fortune teller’s prediction to the
doctor’s confirmation of cancer near the conclusion of the film.
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