"...in the meathouse with the southpaw." One of my favorite movie lines (from Rocky).
"What?" from the last scene of Birdie.
"Nee, nee" from Jack Nicholson in Easy Rider.
"Let's go," from the last scene in One Flew over the Cuckoo's Nest.
"I'm walkin' here!" from Midnight Cowboy.
"The messiahs are all in politics and they are killing us!" and "...you annoy me, therefore I exist." from Defiance.
One day I will combine these lines somehow in a poem. But in the meantime this brings to mind again the subject of wordplay. Recently, I even watched a film called Wordplay. It's a documentary about NYT crossword puzzle enthusiasts. Enjoyed it very much. It caused me to wonder too why my own brand of wordplay has never become fixed, framed in this way, fulcrums of meaning in little boxes, the printer's honeycomb. Then, without hardly thinking at all about it I realized that it is because my words are compelled to dance the tail-wag dance. But further, why do I say, "I hardly thought about it?" Well, it is because it was a visual that came to me - like a fragrance - before the words could muster. Sometimes I fear they shall never return to nourish the hive.
And now it occurs to me I left out the B-movie lines.
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