TICKETS FOR THE
METHOD ACTOR
METHOD ACTOR
(1956)
The carriage blew in on a burst of speed.
Streamlined emoting, nodding on nothing,
bringing forth the image from reliving the act.
One line after another - on some old ragged script -
kept me noodling in silence for coffee and eggs
(like some old drama diner where tired old
actors hung out with their food). 'I couldn't
claim for nothing', the ancient film star muttered,
'I couldn't claim for nothing. I'd done it all
before, and it had all been taken from me.'
The carriage blew in on a burst of speed.
Streamlined emoting, nodding on nothing,
bringing forth the image from reliving the act.
One line after another - on some old ragged script -
kept me noodling in silence for coffee and eggs
(like some old drama diner where tired old
actors hung out with their food). 'I couldn't
claim for nothing', the ancient film star muttered,
'I couldn't claim for nothing. I'd done it all
before, and it had all been taken from me.'
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