Sit down, relax and get ready for the ultimate trip

Sit down, relax and get ready for the ultimate trip

A Poem by Luke Ritta
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A poem about my love of cinema.

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Sit down, relax and get ready for the ultimate trip

 

 

Your eyes fill with wonder as you are transported into the world of cinema.

Images of real life force us to question our own life,

Strange planets make us want to live longer

Historic battles make us fill lucky.

 

The use of music with images makes all other art forms looks basic.

Actors make one hold back the tears or laugh until it hurts.

You fill the heat penetrate your body from the image

Of a dusty sun bleached landscape.

 

Watch the same movie again and again and then you watch it once more.

You fall in love with movie stars, you dream about

Their faces, you want to make love to them.

You then rent another movie.

 

You listen to a soundtrack of your favourite film on your mp3 player

While going to work. Life becomes a scene from

A film you watched the night before while

The workday slowly passes by in

A haze of celluloid.

                       

Jean Luc Godard crawled so Stanley Kubrick could stand

So Martin Scorsese could finally walk.

 

And to the countless other filmmakers, keep up the good

 Work so we could live countless lives.

 

Cut!

 

 

© 2011 Luke Ritta


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Great job capturing the spirit of cinema with this poem! One of my high school best friends wanted to become a film director. The guy had talent but reality broke him of his dream sadly. This poem made me reflect on long nights we'd spend discussing stories for movies though. We were both musicians as well, and we'd write movies based on the scores in our heads and the images flying from the mind through the pen onto paper. We don't talk much anymore, he's living in reality and I'm still running down a dream. So this was a very much appreciated poem. I haven't been able to relive the old days like that for a good long while. There were a couple places that needed editing, just words that were used incorrectly such as "fill" where "feel" ought to be and "are" substituting "our." It made the reading just a little choppy. But those errors did not take away from the value this piece has. Thank you for presenting this poem good sir.

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Love the way you write, it's very fluid, and the viewpoint and premise are fantastic. Keep it up~

Posted 13 Years Ago


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This poem is beautiful! I don't really have any critism at all for it. This poem definitely takes you to another place. Good job dude!

Posted 13 Years Ago


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Interesting statements ...

Jazzy .. ..

Posted 13 Years Ago


There is a beauty here. It slowly peaks but never wanes. It is amazing how you have the gift to compose these endless wonders.

Posted 13 Years Ago


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Interesting viewpoint! I always wonder about our obsessions with film stars and celebrities. Movies transport us away from the mundane of our own lives. We get to live vicariously through others (but in a safe way). I love the ending of this one.

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Added on October 5, 2011
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Tags: movies, film, cinema, kubrick

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Luke Ritta
Luke Ritta

London, United Kingdom



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Hi, I am 26 and from London. I love writing short stories, poems and novels. My writing is a bit like Jack Kerouac and Ernest Hemingway. I love reading classic Literature, from Tolstoy to Proust, I .. more..

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