Anne Sexton, reads Self In 1958
I am a plaster doll; I pose
with eyes that cut open without landfall or nightfall
upon some shellacked and grinning person,
eyes that open, blue, steel, and close.
Am I approximately an I. Magnin transplant?
We became too self-aware. We are creatures that should not exist by natural law.
“The two soldiers in the back, Eric and Terry G, had little to do in the scene except to try to conceal their laughter at Pilate’s lisp, so the close-ups for those two consisted mostly of laughter. During Terry G’s close-ups, [Michael was] crawling just below camera range, about knee-high… Michael and John were making obscene threats in order to keep Terry laughing. Then, to facilitate Eric’s laughter during his close-ups, Michael carefully inserted a spear up his tunic.” - Kim “Howard” Johnson, [Monty Python’s Tunisian Holiday]