Close Up (Jul-Nov 1927)

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CLOSE UP black forms sitting. More dram notes from the organ, lollop founder. Where is that hght ? An empty row of plush extends before its ra^^ arm rests and the bright gleam of a cigarette tray for a fractional space, my left eye perceives cones waving down darkness, palhd elongations shced by updrifting cigarette smoke. Beside my right eye are splashes, faces, I get photographic semblances of lives, peoples' thoughts brush consciousness, I get the different sense of different minds seeing things differently, and two in the row were annoyed because I got across their vision. I was contrite enough, I got their annoj^ance, and a girl and a boy were not looking at the film, I got that though I did not see them, I got that the}' were busy being in love, I got that, I crept along the empty plush row and groped across a shoulder and collided Avith a knee. I was contrite, I said excuse me as I had learnt from the x\mericans, I was rather glad I had said excuse me and not sorry or pawdon. I sat down. I sat down in a Uttle flurry, it is a job getting into a cinema in the dark, I had a lot on my mxind I thought I was near to seeing the way things should be, I mean I had an inkhng. * Something was getting across to me, I had got peoples' impressions, faces, splodges had given me the clues, I was receptive, something was running in to me. I heard organ notes and Greta Garbo would not loom out in that way, she was not that Avay, her eyes were not real when they did that thing below her eyebrows, but the light broken across my e^'es by glass, by the glass of her frame on the stairs the fuschia coloured stairs, that was interesting. Reginald Denny this is, he 55