1927
“Alright, Mr. DeMille, I’m
ready for my close-up.”
—Norma Desmond in Sunset Boulevard
With only thirty-seven million casualties,
the war to end wars is over.
Yeats warns that the center cannot hold
and the Fitzgeralds are in Paris.
The Jazz Age is in full swing
and prohibition is the law
of the land at home
and damn is it profitable.
Al Capone earns sixty million dollars
by year’s end from alcohol sales alone.
Louis Armstrong cuts his first recording
and Duke Ellington settles in as pianist
and bandleader at the Cotton Club,
while Al Jolson sings and speaks
in the first talkie,
which will prove to be the ruin
of some silent film stars like Norma Desmond.
Flappers go out to all night parties
without a man
to look after them.
They drive fast cars,
smoke in public,
drink booze,
wear makeup
and hold men’s hands
without wearing gloves.
They dance the Charleston,
the Shimmy and…oh
my…the Black Bottom
dances that fit
their fast-paced lifestyle.
As the world’s population
reaches 3 billion
and a post-war generation
clings to youth as if it could be
taken from them at any moment,
the center cannot hold
and all is expanding.
And yet in a quiet New York studio,
Georgia O’Keeffe fills a large canvas
with two giant red and orange poppies
with deep purple centers,
so inviting and dark
that one can almost
fall into them.
Biography
Terry Allen is an Emeritus
Professor of Theatre Arts at the University of Wisconsin-Eau Claire, where he
taught acting, directing and playwriting. He directed well over a hundred plays
during his thirty-eight years of teaching. A few favorites include: Candide, Macbeth, Death of a Salesman,
A Funny Thing Happened on the Way to the Forum, and The Threepenny Opera. He is the author of five poetry collections: Monsters
in the Rain, Art Work, Waiting on the Last Train,Rubber Time,andPreserving
the Past for the Present.
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