a love for dialogue

lost in the quick exchange

so fascinating & in depth

showing the true mastery of a wo/man &

her craft, the viewer watches the film

with opened eyes &

a love for the dialogue---

pure communication

writing at its best, from the streets,

from the locked down worker

dredging through the mundane routine of the

day, from the places where celebrities don’t hang their

heads (had they ever before, they’ve forgotten now),

from the underbelly of the empire,

bound in a beauty that comes from human

conversation (not to be spawned from some

contract, not to be spawned from some “higher

document,” not to be spawned from some

“holy” f*****g thing that measures up to nothing) &

all but unerring in its own right,

the language bubbles, it pops, it flows,

finding with the many a new baton to be passed &

offering up new conversations about the stories

presented---yes, how lucky we are to have these

stories,

so that we may indulge

so that we may do our best to understand the experiences of others

through their very own words.