inspired by HOWL, i try to HOWL myself a little bit

howl
i watched it like a child

like a child that believed in freedom of press and expression

like a child that believed in a movie with a story with a bit of truth in it

but the problem was

it was all true

all true that it showed

and did not show

his voice trembled throughout the movie

and the screen turned pale and gray scale-ish on and off

on and off

it switched from motion to animation

from animation to motion

to emotion and then to hollowness

and from hollowness to emotion

it was overwhelming

overwhelming

but it was true

and that is why

i watched it like a child

a child, naive and yet corrupted

by what it had to show

images of people fucking each other

images of people smoking and getting high

images of people with glasses on and glasses on hands

images of images of vangaughishness

images of images that disappear only to appear with all the sparks flying around

images of my own face on the screen, reflected, distorted

images of people in a court

images of the actor with his trembling voice

images of the actor

on and off

real and then animated

but animated even when real

real even when animated

and then he spoke about poetry and homosexuality and poetry and sexuality

and about poetry, about love and about broken heart

about broken heart and lovers, and windows and words

and his voice i constantly imitate

his voice resounds in my head

i speak like him

i think like him

my voice has become his

and my tone his as well

i speak like him

i think like him

but my voice

my voice is meek

and my tone is of subordination

of subtle submission to the taboo