thoughts on “the Libertine”

Author’s notes;
The movie is difficult. The character is difficult. The actor is a seductive son-of-a-bitch. Movie audiences are a sort of vampiric experience, at the best of times…

When the theater is filled with eyes
gleaming and
we are watching one man
play another in the flickering shadows;
I wonder, does he see us too?
When we walk out of the vast hall
onto our milennial avenue
Does it call down the ages in some sort of sympathy
Are there ghosts in the seventeenth century
can he feel the tug of his doppelganger
who crafts him whole,
and then gives him to the crowd
can he know that we’ve made love to
his recreated soul?