listening to nino rota [updated]
i’m listening to nino rota soundtracks for fellini films
and I am transported back
to happier times
times without care
times of hope
times when a good future beckoned
the music reminds me
not so much of fellini
but of other films
that I would see at
the various revival houses
scattered around los angeles
ah, that phrase
revival house
sounds religious doesn’t it
well, why not
the movies
are the mythology of the world
and los angeles is rome
to hollywood’s vatican
a religious experience indeed
when i went to the revival houses
not so many years ago
my favorite film makers
spoke to the human heart
asked questions about what
we find right and wrong
moral and just
in this world of ours
and i would come away
feeling that at least
there was some
common language
for decency
for hope
now
i can’t watch the films
of some of my favorite film makers
because they have revealed themselves
to be so badly flawed
so hypocritical
that i cannot believe
anything that they put on the screen
lesser film makers
more cynical
more base
but more honest
being cynics
offer no hope
just a belly laugh
at our fate
the old revival houses are shuttered
just as churches are closing down
all across the country
the revival houses
stopped showing movies
stopped sharing dreams
and turned into stores
to sell carpets
and then smart phones
and then 99-cents or less
and then closed for good
like a cemetery
dug up
and bulldozed over
for a freeway
i look
at my neighbors
and people
whom i called
my friends
and ask
who are you
where are the good spirits
the camaraderie
we shared
in those dark theaters
under those glorious dreams
where are they
there is a new spirit
stalking the land tonight
and it is ugly
and selfish
not giving a damn
for others
or the pain
it has imposed
an ugly spirit
sucking everything
into a deep dark void
of self interest
not realizing
like a snake
consuming
its own
tail
that
it
is
damning
itself
i hear nino rota’s joyous music
and I want to be
back in that time
when we sat
in the dark
and shared
a tear
and a laugh