Fly on the Wall
It was a time of decadence, a time
when nymphs cavorted about in nearly
nothing. But what the camera doesn’t show
is the 104º (F) on this long June day
antedating refrigerant, comfort
brought by artificial means—only ice
melting in gin punch and perseverance
keeping them erect. They smile and giggle
because this is the life they know, not so
much because they are joyful, but because
they enjoy some gallows humor we can’t
overhear in this silent film, voyeurs
from a future age they might or might not
care to share with pampered, puritan prigs.
David M Pitchford
9 June 2008
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i am a huge fan of old movies.. not necessarily all silent of course,, but i am forever interested in try into decipher what exactly they are doing for motivation,, and what they are saying to each other when i do watch the silent variety.. this was a very fitting poem,, and i enjoyed it very much…..
I enjoyed this as well. Interesting stuff you find in pre-Hays Code films. I love your interpretation of this still.
-Nicole