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"Double Sonnet for Mickey

In Kiss Me Deadly Cloris Leachman asks Mike Hammer in the car Do
you read poetry? He doesn't even answer but just looks at her. The plot
may be said to turn on a book of Christina Rossetti poems but to
me it is that pause, a careless sneer on Meeker's face as he not
only does not answer but sees no reason to get mad. She has no right
to ask the question in the first place of a tough guy whose hair,
just longer than a brush cut, is stiffened by something bryllish that might
ten years before have been brilliantine and he marine rather than air
force straight, chin tending to plumpness suggesting a tight military collar
forsworn. His girlfriend whose chin likewise etcetera gets evidence on johns
in ways not admirable. On the walls of his hideous apartment are camera cases, statues and two-dollar
framed people, everyone's limbs pointlessly extended, plasticman fixed for a decade in bronze,
none of this inadvertent. She asked him knowing he would look at her as if a bad
smell in the car were hers and she, producing it, would know he knew she had.
That look is not eternal. It is a product of the late fifties like Bucket of Blood, rude look
at art, snapshot of The Thinker with your sweetheart on his lap and I prefer
another photo of one of its castings blown half apart by terrorists who took
monument for establishment, ecriture for prefecture (how do you deface an Anselm Kiefer,
already glued up with straw and so on?) It's probably the locution, a Rodin
that maddened them, one of an oeuvre, thing valued as one of a series of makings
but then it's also celebritous, like the Sphinx now falling to bits, another endangered Man
as Hammer is, in the film made because there first were novels about his undertakings
but then one doesn't recognize a Hammer from sketchiest drawing or collage
the way a sphinx or thinker's fair game for cartoon or cover art. A taste for him is more
like going to the fights, choosing to smell of something that goes with Gillette, massages
a jaw wider than its forehead and thinks of kicking in a green door
behind which shuttered Experience waits, twirling a trilby, trying on a smile
above the angled shoulders built up from folded gauze we thought, then, a masculine style."

—Gerald Burns, Shorter Poems

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