-Winfield Townley Scott, "Film-Maker"
He lay unable to move, unable to waken,
Pinned by his own preference for dream,
Unchallenged by the flesh and blood of day.
Within these films all could be acted out
As he directed, although even here
Sometimes his star refused and froze with fright.
Yet here he clung to what he could not help:
If wakened by it, crawled toward sleep again,
Back to alleys of moonlight, into rooms
Shadowed with shapes of women who received him
With nude complicities.