MY EPHEMERAL
INDOCTRINATION
(1928, Nov.)
On a Monday in the late 20's, a new
picture show : England itself, rustic.
Glory pervades. The dark is engulfing.
This is washing day, but the routine is
a'kilter for all. These mothers have taken,
instead, to the movies. This day's scattered
audience has opted for something to watch;
'replace my weary mind with something new.'
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No road-weary American prairie, no desert dust
or tumbleweed. No motorcars yet in sight. The
mothers, whose faces were 'sheened' with toil,
had here been penned-in on their sunny afternoon.
Foul air. Dim light. No talk. They each remained
silent as their own headward stares watch human
figures in motion, in light. Figures of weariness at rest.
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