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How to Be A Star Wars Fan (and Still Be Happy)
Remember that no ending can satisfy
The hunger of a gold tinted memory.
Remember how celluloid hides mess,
a splotch of gel on a lens masking ugly mechanism,
making it float.
Remember that perfection-lust leads to disappointment;
disappointment leads to resentment;
resentment to heaviness;
antithesis to the purpose,
a dark side force-pulling you back from the light
where you long to return.
Remember the shadow-living Sith forever sits,
badly written in the shadows,
blemishing the beauty,
begging your attention,
bemoaning itself,
Making a death in isolation at the source of it all
seem sweeter than trudging through another failed rebellion.
Remember that no matter how many times you tell it you love it,
it will always only tell you it knows,
so you chase it like Naboo gardens
in the wake of progeny,
the apples of more,
preludes to the destruction of worlds,
expecting both divine sweetness and sustenance
but forgetting those are opposite sides of the same force
and the terrible goal is to balance them.
The hunger of a gold tinted memory.
Remember how celluloid hides mess,
a splotch of gel on a lens masking ugly mechanism,
making it float.
Remember that perfection-lust leads to disappointment;
disappointment leads to resentment;
resentment to heaviness;
antithesis to the purpose,
a dark side force-pulling you back from the light
where you long to return.
Remember the shadow-living Sith forever sits,
badly written in the shadows,
blemishing the beauty,
begging your attention,
bemoaning itself,
Making a death in isolation at the source of it all
seem sweeter than trudging through another failed rebellion.
Remember that no matter how many times you tell it you love it,
it will always only tell you it knows,
so you chase it like Naboo gardens
in the wake of progeny,
the apples of more,
preludes to the destruction of worlds,
expecting both divine sweetness and sustenance
but forgetting those are opposite sides of the same force
and the terrible goal is to balance them.
Published 18th Dec 2019
Author's Note
Every single time they put out one of these movies, I'm amazed how weirdly vulnerable I feel. Here's a poem about it.
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Anonymous
19th Dec 2019 10:38am
Ahhhh, film poetry. I do so love it.
There’s a favourite film of mine called The Dreamers, and one of the main protagonists says how he likes to sit in the front row of the cinema to receive the images first. Such a romanticised image.
People make these films, these works of art, and we are blessed to receive them. All differently. All having a vulnerable experience with the screen. Cinema is a hidden magic. I believe so anyway.
So you embrace your inner Jedi knight. Go full Sith. See (3P0) the end of the saga with joy in your heart.
And most importantly, may the force be with you.
-M
There’s a favourite film of mine called The Dreamers, and one of the main protagonists says how he likes to sit in the front row of the cinema to receive the images first. Such a romanticised image.
People make these films, these works of art, and we are blessed to receive them. All differently. All having a vulnerable experience with the screen. Cinema is a hidden magic. I believe so anyway.
So you embrace your inner Jedi knight. Go full Sith. See (3P0) the end of the saga with joy in your heart.
And most importantly, may the force be with you.
-M
20th Dec 2019 6:11pm
20th Dec 2019 5:11pm
I love it, you've captured quite a bit of the nostalgia and fan experience, delivered with this bit of cheek and wisdom, which seems prevalent throughout your writes. Great work Harry.
20th Dec 2019 6:10pm
