Soiled Sinema

“Literature must accept how

unimportant books are now

in people’s lives and not set

itself impossible goals”

—Vargas Llosa, NYTimes Review

of Levine’s Puig biography

I simply don’t have time anymore—

For anything resembling serious

Reflection and reading Novels

With Youtube and Twitter—

And Miss Facebook, well, there’s

Simply no time for Old Hat

My life has so many pressing—

Problems, pressures and diversions

That make Literature seem so Lame

I’d much rather see a movie—

Entitled “The Next Best Thing”

Rather than read the Tacky Thing

Movies Versus Books

“In Puig’s writing, there

are careful, skillfully

constructed images but

no ideas… just phantoms

and displays of wit…”

—Vargas Llosa, NYTimes Review

of Levine’s Puig biography

Take Miss Puig’s rather cinematic—

“Kiss of the Spider Woman” Novel

And compare it to the Movie

Miss Llosa rightly rants on & on—

About Miss Puig being hardly very

Interested in Old Time Literature

Who cares if William Hurt—

Portrays a tacky str8t version of

What Drag Queens are really like?

Box office sales and wooing—

The Heteronormative Audience

Is Hollywood’s Bread and Butter!!!

Betrayed by Hollywood Babylon

“Puig’s work may be the best

representative of what has been

called light literature, undemanding

pleasing schlock that has no other

purpose than being tres campy”

—Vargas Llosa, NYTimes Review

of Levine’s Puig biography

Who cares if Rita Hayworth—

Rather seriously or satirically

Betrays poor pouty Miss Puig?

The same with Maria Montez—

Betrayed by Jack Smith’s rather

Kitschy trashy “Flaming Creatures”?

Many actresses are Diva wantabes—

Like haughty Heddy Lamarr spoiled

By a wealthy selfish Sugar Daddy

Other Divas like Bette Davis—

Look around the Hollywood party

And simply say “What a Dump!!!”

Soiled Sinema

“Doesn’t this give you

a headache just thinking

about it?”—Alan Cheuse,

Introduction to Puig’s

Betrayed by Rita Hayworth

Writing a Novel made of—

Voices, spoken aloud and

Rambling on simply forever

Writing a Novel made of—

Even worse the same Voices

Spoken internally like Proust

Writing a Novel made of—

A poor dizzy Queen caught up

In the illusions of Movies

And for better or worse—

Writing filmscripts for us to

Enjoy Bijou Soiled Cinema?