Best Bergman Poems

Bergman Numbers


... there are no uninterest—
ing positive whole numbers—
“because if there were, there would—
be a smallest one, and the—
property of being the—
smallest uninteresting
number would be…be?...

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After Ingmar Bergman 

And now that it is dawn
And the sun will soon come over the mountain
My wife’s warmth keeps me warm 
My screams of...

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There was a time when I was young
To share an era that begun
From music to the fashion trend
TV shows and history
Fads and other mysteries
I saw...

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Marquees are bright with neon lights, where crowds line up for movie night
Holding hands, we're in 'The Strand'. The velvet carpet guides us in

Popcorn smokes,...

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Lights are low.  Reflections flicker on the wall
Mirror images of those from long ago.
Dead so many years, yet who are still alive...
Here,...in black and...

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Dad hit me only once, an upper cut to the solar plexus. It nearly lifted me off my feet. I was 17 then and already...

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Translation of Les Moulins de mon Cœur-THE WINDMILLS OF YOUR MIND by T. Wignesan

(For the orignal text in French by Eddy MARNAY : see here...

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X Continues Marking Many Spots
                    ...

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On the sandy knoll he stands, a solitary, forlorn figure gazing at the sky. It’s a clear night, and hundreds of stars shimmer like fireflies...

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If it were only me, I will be doing anyhow
Nobody would have been there to challenge me now

Now I look back into the face of...

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Theatre
auditory, expressive
producing, setting, critiquing
 Miller, Olivier, Azmi, Bergman
directing, acting, entertaining
visual, scripted
Cinema.







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Date: 22 / 10 / 2016...

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Ah! The Golden Years of Hollywood
And those old black and white movies
Some were cinematic disasters
But some you could call quite groovy

Even now, my heart skips...

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Villanelles

The villanelle is a poetic form based on repetition, with a double refrain. 



Villanelle: The Divide
by Michael R. Burch

The sea was not salt the first...

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We ran deep into the woods 
 from the other side of the wire
 an enemy came with me. 
Stripping our uniforms bare 
we hid...

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Television  

My sister, a seamstress was the first in our street to buy TV, an ugly, 
shiny mahogany box in the corner, and since...

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