Can you tell from the rabbits in the distance
And the cotton wind that holds the sun
That none of this is real?
Is there amid the wealth of memory
That what has gone before
Moves from fiction
And none is real?
Do you not see why I've chosen a simulacrum
As the tender birch
And tender thigh
Eclipse Special:: Ben Sher on The Watcher in the Woods (1980) - I was lying on my parents’ bed alone watching TV on a babysitter night. It’s funny how, especially when you’re young, you don’t know when a movie is sudden...
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