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| (Still from Kenneth Anger's "Rabbit's Moon") |
Yea Perriot
Fallen in love with the moon
Over and over again
You reach
For the lover who isn’t there
Foolish
Perriot.
The matte zooms in flat
The rabbit, the moon and thee
Over and over again
Hear the bells reveal the doo-wop tunes
Romance
and fear
On this night
in the forest of flowers.
Here comes Harlequin
To beguile with tricks of air!
Walking tightrope across the ground
Juggling nothing, cavorting and tumbling
And leaping about!
Don’t look such a fool, sweet Perriot,
Look further than his wand and see!
For with his magic lantern. here
Behold!
He’ll conjure a star of sun
A
mystery of woman
Of
blithe, alluring illusion
The
heartless institution
Sweet Columbine!
Ah, silly Perriot
Who spurns the mirror and the lute
Thrills instead to her lovely dances
Artful
and mechanique
Oh what would you give
Naif Perriot
To be her one and only dream-
The moon?
But now you are the one who’s spurned
She dances now with Harlenique!
He leers and turns quite graceful
And charms her in his roguish way
The rabbit sniffs the air,
Winking blindly, casts his spell
Off they go to the endless show.
Leaving lonely, stupid Perriot.
And now the lantern shows a fear
The moon eclipses, dark and drear
Disaster for poor Perriot
Dimming
all the hopes he’s known.
But soft! Your better angels come…
And show reflection and the tune
Again you hurry from your room?
Into the silver forest gloom…
And there’s the rabbit in the clearing
The moon a spotlight on his hearing
The bells and adenoidal crooning
Is something there that you are fearing?
To fall?
And Perriot
In the garden grasping,
Twisting, turning, flailing, yearning
Flying towards the everlasting;
He tumbles towards the magic light
To something hidden in the night
And when the ragdoll hit the floor
Poor Perriot, he was no more.
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