b.z. niditch | fassbinder's lens


A vision gripped me
trekked back
to the great days
of pre war cinema
shocked and captured
an adolescent
on his La-Z-Boy,
hoping not made
by his parents
to read Baedekers
or other travel guides
when on
Berlin Alexanderplatz
just to imagine
all his characters
of running words
in a convex screen
with actors rehearsing
for history’s walls
and smothered mirrors
filled with graffiti
with a wild musician
getting smashed
on sad winter nights
when breaking glasses
under street light

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