I saw the new Natalie Portman movie last night, Black Swan. It's a beautiful film full of drama and suspense. One review called it a "psycho-sexual thriller" and I couldn't agree more with that description. Portman is certain to get an Academy nod for her portrayal of a neurotic ballerina like we've never seen before. The film is dark and twisted, grotesque and perfect at the same time.
The following poem was inspired by the film. I imagined what would have happened if the protagonist, Nina, had not gotten the role of the Swan Queen in Swan Lake at all. I figured her madness would have overtaken her anyway, even though it would have made for a much less poignant story.
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It was a veritable lunar eclipse--
The white moon hidden by the dark stain of night--
as the pieces of her confidence shattered into bits
like mirror shards on the ground,
reflecting in broken pixels the looks of
“I’m so sorry” and “What a disappointment”
and “That must feel awful”
Yes, you are.
And it was.
And it does.
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