Auteurs

[heslopian]

"A bunch of guys standing around trying to catch some director pushing art up into the crevices of dreck." - Manny Farber, American film critic, describing the auteur theory

Below the images he hides a portion of his soul,
like a sparrow's corpse in a tobacco tin.
When Daisy Danger pulled her piece
from the pocket of her dress,
and Michael Kent christened her skull with a bat,
a weird light peered back from the page
like spring through bullet holes.

The author loved his mother once,
but now all women must be hurt.
"Daisy Danger's phallic piece
was knocked from her jezebel hands,
the magazine breaking her foot.
'I got no time for whores and queers,'
Kent grunted as he slapped her face,
'I'm tougher than my mother's tights.'"

Picking through the mounds of trash
one may find our sad auteur,
his frail soul, that dead sparrow,
glimpsed in accidental symbols.

"Michael Kent sat on his bed and poured himself some rye.
The bottle he poured was tighter than Daisy's vagina
(which he'd been sure to examine for clues).
She spanked him like a mother would, with open palm and -"
the author decides to put the bottle away.

[billy]

"A bunch of guys standing around trying to catch some director pushing art up into the crevices of dreck." - Manny Farber, American film critic, describing the auteur theory

Below the images he hides a portion of his soul,
like a sparrow's corpse in a tobacco tin. great image, would be greater without 'like'
When Daisy Danger pulled her piece
from the pocket of her dress,
and Michael Kent christened her skull with a bat,
a weird light peered back from the page
like spring through bullet holes. reminds me of mickey spillane.

The author loved his mother once,
but now all women must be hurt.
"Daisy Danger's phallic piece
was knocked from her jezebel hands,
the magazine breaking her foot.
'I got no time for whores and queers,'
Kent grunted as he slapped her face,
'I'm tougher than my momma's tights.'"

Picking through the mounds of trash
one may find our sad auteur,
his frail soul, that dead sparrow,
glimpsed in accidental symbols.

"Michael Kent sat on his bed and poured himself some rye.
The bottle he poured was tighter than Daisy's vagina
(which he'd been sure to examine for clues).
She spanked him like a momma would, with open palm and -"
the author decides to put the bottle away.

apart from two momma's and the 'like' on the 2nd line i really like this. it made me laugh in places and some of it was unexpected. i'm sure it won't work for everyone but it worked for me.

thanks for the read.

[addy]

Macabre and miserable and vastly entertaining (which I suppose should be worrying)

Below the images he hides a portion of his soul,
like a sparrow's corpse in a tobacco tin. I like this. Recalls a film reel in a tin
When Daisy Danger pulled her piece
from the pocket of her dress,
and Michael Kent christened her skull with a bat,
a weird light peered back from the page
like spring through bullet holes. Fantastic image. I even like that you used the word "weird", as it still kept that wisp of irreverence

The author loved his mother once,
but now all women must be hurt.
"Daisy Danger's phallic piece
was knocked from her jezebel hands,
the magazine breaking her foot.
'I got no time for whores and queers,'
Kent grunted as he slapped her face,
'I'm tougher than my momma's tights.'"

Picking through the mounds of trash
one may find our sad auteur,
his frail soul, that dead sparrow,
glimpsed in accidental symbols.

"Michael Kent sat on his bed and poured himself some rye.
The bottle he poured was tighter than Daisy's vagina
(which he'd been sure to examine for clues).
She spanked him like a momma would, with open palm and -"
the author decides to put the bottle away.

It's potentially an uncomfortable experience, when you make a game out of trying to discern the psyche of creators based on the repeated themes they use in their work. Sometimes it's fun, sometimes you're left hoping you'd simply over-analysed it

[Erthona]

As we today hold in such disdain the idea of the "author's vision", such vision must always resolve into the pervert, and thus Daisy Danger must have her pound of flesh to pay for the pervert's future sadism. I suppose that for such an idea, the form of the hard-boiled dick novel is an appropriate vehicle for it's transportation. A loose bottle, like a loose woman may at first be enticing, but ultimately never lives up to its billing. Such obscurity nearly always leaves most with the feeling that the glass is half full, or in this case, never used at all, of course I am always dubious of anything that comes from the French

As this is in mild critique, I believe that is the most, or the least, I can say.

Dale

[heslopian]

Thanks for all your feedback, guys
Billy, would it help if I replaced both "momma"s with "mother"?
Addy, I hope I'm over-analysing it too
Erthona, in that case, once I've done some critique, I'll post this in serious

[Wildcard]

Hi Lover

I had to Google 'auteur theory', 'dreck' and then go back to auteur and then I kind of almost got it. Okay, I'm lying. I don't get it. What does the auteur theory have to do with these people? Who are they and why are they slapping each other with bottles? <--blatant exaggeration

That being said, I love it. I'm like the only kid that doesn't get the joke, but it sounds funny so I'm laughing.

[heslopian]

Manny Farber was saying that the auteur theory amounts to looking for artistic vision in crap. Like watching a Chuck Norris film and claiming it has deep undertones which reflect the director's creative purpose.
Likewise, Michael Kent and Daisy Danger are fictional characters created by the "sad auteur" ("auteur" is French for "author") in trashy stories, or "dreck," which secretly reflect his own fears and desires. He writes crap, but crap which contains a dark personal vision.
I hope that helps. Thanks for the comment

[Erthona]

It's a way to pretend/manufacture genius when it in fact doesn't exists. Pointing to the idiosyncratic aspects of Ed Wood films as indications of creative genius would foot Manny's bill, so to speak By and large it is more a problem of the "stupid critic" In theory it is not a bad idea, it is the application that was/is the problem. Of course it is always problematic when an unnatural structure is forced onto a work as a adjunct or form of analysis, it is why I have a problem with most modernist critiques, as they insist that the work be viewed through a filter, regardless of whether that aspect exists within the work being critiqued.

Dale

[billy]

Thanks for all your feedback, guys
Billy, would it help if I replaced both "momma"s with "mother"?
Addy, I hope I'm over-analysing it too
Erthona, in that case, once I've done some critique, I'll post this in serious

i think so. though it all depends who the character is if it's a redneck then i think momma works, if it isn't then i'm not sure. the question is. do 10 cent detectives and directors say "momma"

[heslopian]

I guess it was just me being snobby and infantilising the character I'll change it to "mother."