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the common stare

or, for those who shouldn’t meet their heroes

A poem.

i

don’t call myself a nice guy:
only that my attempts at evil
have always failed

and that i agree.


nor the sort of masochisms received
adoringly to cult applause –

to dance when no one’s watching

than to cross that four feet safely;
to go back to school in your forties only for
assaulting a cop while you were drinking

and the fact you were a child once
to be your legacy.
in life there’s always sightlines
unless you’re prone
to crawling,

or dead


and i’m sorry



but i shouldn’t be.


because when the full-service attendant at
the discount gas is miserable,
and weaponizes my detachment as their shining example?
that’s why
i look to most now
how one would browse a library’s media clearance:
only historical statisticians would
consider Coppola’s flops


but we all drank the wine
Robin Williams passed around
once.

//wd 10.12.2026

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400 Words on: Wild Horses (2015)

or, “Sex Appeal Don’t Surf”:
A spoiler-free mini movie review.

1.5 out of 5

“Wild Horses” (aka WH) is enigmatic. That there’s city talk fer a jumbleberry of arthouse monkeyshines. It’s a great big horse apple. It stinks.

Like other actors of his generation, the late Robert Duvall had a ‘thing’, and – like De Niro & Pacino – that thing was getting flustered & shouting. You can almost guarantee that having Duvall in a movie, even in a supporting role, will result in a show-stopping on-screen freak-out. Viewers are assured that WH’s is a doozy.

Otherwise, it follows the blueprint of Duvall’s first filmmaking effort “The Apostle”, in that halfway through, there’s a narrative moment that gives away the film’s intentions (here, it’s at a Will reading).

After a few days mulling it over, I’m pretty sure WH is about how any discourse in modern femininity disrupts the largely-male mythos of the cowboy. I reckon.

[cont’d]

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