Bubbles

by themapofantarctica

I liked it when films didn’t consider what was on the TV when it came innocuously into shot.

A game show, or an irrelevant glimpse of old news,

screening insouciantly into significance.

 

It happens less these days,

so studied are our peripheral instincts;

layering meaning onto background events as they unfold into fleeting moments of

 

Orchestrated minutiae.

There is no escape any more from the knowingness

of artists who consider it clever to let you know that they have seen Citizen Kane

 

Twenty seven times. Who can unconsciously quote Shakespeare like a walk in the park,

as they throw washing powder into the pond

and think that it will feed the ducks.

 

 

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