Franco Nero

Those who know me, know that I'm a cinephile. And when it comes to film, I'm a major Tarantino and Spaghetti Western enthusiast.

So you best believe that I basically busted a nut when I came across the knowledge of Tarantino's next project: Django Unchained.

It's basically a period piece that takes place in the midst of American Slavery in the 1800's. The story will be executed more like a genre film (spaghetti western to be exact), rather than a socio-political narrative that peels through layers of subtext like some of the Spike Lee Joints. Rumored attachments are Christoph Waltz, who I've grown more and more of a fan of ever since he nailed the Jew Hunter role in Inglorious Basterds. What really got me excited was the rumor that Tarantino will also be collaborating with Will Smith on this project as well, Smith playing the title role. And everyone knows Will Smith has done more than live up to the hype of his plethora of talents. And c'mon, Will Smith delivering Tarantino dialogue, it doesn't get any better than that.

I'm kind of curious whether the original Django by Sergio Corbucci has any influence on the final cut. Next to Once Upon a Time in the West and The Good, The Bad, and The Ugly, Django has got to be my second favorite Spaghetti Western of all time. If Tarantino were to get Ennio Morricone to do the score, I could see Django Unchained sparking this sort of Neo-Spaghetti Western movement, with Django Unchained surmounting the pile.

my imposter in the mirror has taken hold of the stirring wheel

Road Dogs

a symphony of so many lovers singing 

the same song off key trying to get me to clap along

I think I'd rather continue to binge on broken glass
 

The only time I tell the truth is when 

I'm bleeding through the mouth

It hasn't been too long since I've decided to be honest, as you could tell by my full set of teeth

the reluctant hands of 

time swerving off road scared 

to strike the falling of (h)our s(u/o)n
the imposter in the mirror 

is holding onto the stirring wheel 

and it's hard for me to admit 

that we've gotten closer 

to where we need to be ever since

... I guess I just have to come to terms and accept that sex is a lot better when you keep your clothes on

Bernards

hues of deja vu disguised as 

escape artists
smoking half smoked cigarettes off of 

the pavement where they probably pissed

i knew there was a reason to 

pick it up when I saw it was 

stained with that faithful shade of 

cheap lipstick

it was the first time the color red kept a 

promise I hoped it would keep
as you know, i'm trying to 

find every reason to wake up again
ever since I dug up that pile of 

distractions

        that I buried with my collection of clipped wings I discovered in a discarded 

lost and found basket on my trek of

                        “no tears left to give” trail

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