In times of need, don't feel any hesitation to watch a genre-defying comedy about an obsessive, passionate, too-bright too-passionate nerd who isn't confined within a passing or failing grade. I love Max Fischer, I often feel like him, stupidly in love with hobbies and human-nature with little care for a career fostered beneath it. Jason Schwartzman, (probably) my all-time favourite actor, delivers a performance of a perfectly stormy amalgam of teenage insecurity, desire, melancholy and disappointment. It leaves me to wonder if Max Fischer is a self portrait? (RUSHMORE).
As seen again, deep in desperation, Schwartzman is found solemnly playing “Where Do You Go To My Lovely” on his iPod, awaiting his casual companions’ arrival. Sometimes, all a boy needs is some flowers. Some Affection. (HOTEL CHEVALIER).
Thank you, Wes, thank you, Owen. You have mastered the depiction of conflicting teenage boyhood in cinema stunningly.
My skin has shed with the seasons
like I’m taking off a retired old jacket
when I take off my clothes
I feel like I’m opening like a flower
especially if somebody is in front of me
I’m pulling back the curtains
inviting someone inside
but when they say
“how beautiful are you?”
it means nothing to me
nothing, at all
nothing, anymore.
I wrote this poem to encapsulate the feeling of being used, and the subsequent effects of it. Such a complicated feeling, but I think it is a good challenge to try and form words to describe it :) This poem was inspired by the other works of poetry that I’m reading, as well as music, of course. I’m used to putting myself in a creative bubble and not branching out to other kinds of poetry — just letting things flow and not thinking too hard about the logistics of it.
