I like to follow the poet’s lead in stretching a conceit to its limit. I especially like Mark Waldron with characteristic verve nibbling away at a sugary confection.
These are the concluding lines of “Guns in Films” in Meanwhile, Trees.
A gun in a movie is not the jam in a donut; it is the pip
in the jam in the donut, the jam being
the character’s motivation, the dough being the script,
the donut’s surface being the scene’s location, and the sugary
coating being you in the cinema,
sprinkled-on-a-seat, wanting everything.
I like how construction and consumption are simultaneous.
And so for day 1712