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The
River
Directed
by Frank Borzage
1929 - United States - 73 min
Summary:
Allen
John Spender, a young and credulous lad, is traveling
down the river on his barge when he meets and is
captivated by Rosalee, worldly-wise and beautiful.
Rosalee, having been the mistress of a man just
sent to jail for murder, is stirred by his fresh
and ingenuous character, though she has sworn eternal
faithfulness to her former lover. Though himself
enchanted, Spender plans to continue his wandering
ways until the former lover returns and forces the
issue. Spender disposes of him, Rosalee recaptures
her innocence, and the two find happiness as they
resume his journey down the river. Much of the film
has been lost. A reconstructed version, using still
images and explanatory titlecards to bridge the
missing scenes, was produced by the Munich Filmmuseum.
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POEMS
FROM THIS CHALLENGE:
THE
RIVER
By Joanne
Leva
Like
wood on water,
a young man in love.
At first sight his eyes
wide with level stone
and boulder focus.
A beautiful black bird
gazes toward the sky.
His vision. Her city. This boat.
And the lonesome barrel
swirls to harp sounds home.
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ONLY
THE RIVER KNOWS
By Carol
Ann Bond
The
river an emerald snake winds its serpentine self
around the yellow ochre sands and the sound was
like that of murmurs and tears. Melancholy world.
For every rose there is a thorn. I have my pet,
crow, to comfort me in his wicked blackness. He
has some part of me within him. I have always like
wicked men: they make love better.
The body of my ex-lover Clement, lies at the bottom
of the river. We, Alan and I, killed him on a hot
still day in May. He got out of jail and came back
to claim what he thought was rightly his. That would
be me. He was forever making a claim on me and ferreted
out all my thoughts so that I had not a breath to
take without him knowing. He held me so close, I
could scarcely breathe. Bitter bile roiled up inside
me like battery acid. He killed a man out of jealousy
for me. I knew he would do it too. Quelle domage.
At least he was out of my life then.
Then Allen came into my life and made it all bright
again such was his power, warm and vibrant like
a Sun Flower. Yet we had to kill Clement for he
would never release me otherwise. I told Clement,
Alan was my brother and well, he could be with his
pale skin like day old milk, and his blue black
hair that was like the hole that devoured space.
And his eyes that yellow green, cougars eyes.
There was a hushed calm about Alan: it was as if
he held me like a fine China teacup over an abyss,
my own tortured soul.
We devised a plan to all take a river trip and make
it festive with Brie, white crackers, and various
berries and melons. I bought a two bottles of Green
Chartreuse, a rare liquor that Clement so adored.
Clement took it as a soiree to celebrate his arrival
when I was celebrating the ending of his ruthless.
murderess life. I felt an odd stirring in my loins
like an intense need for a man. Nature abhors a
vacuum, darlings. When he was well into his cups,
Alan smited him with an oar so hard he was knocked
over board. He had such a surprised look on his
face like a Jack in the Box and I was filled with
mirth and could not stop laughing as I continuously
battered him with my oar. Then his body slipped
wordlessly to the bottom the roiling river. Caviar
for the fish. And the gushing red rivulets of blood.
I couldnt resist cupping my hand in the water,
and tasting his blood. Scarlet has a fine taste.
Then with my pudenda swollen and engorged I disrobed
and began masturbating. Alan was out of his clothes
like a superhero in a phone booth and he pressed
his fragrant manhood into my belly and tongue kissed
my blood tainted mouth. Then he laid me down like
a dirty dolly entering me slowly and purposely moving
his large cock slowly to delay my orgasm. I wrapped
my legs around his neck to take more of him in driving
to the hilt of me. Pushed beyond all sanity I let
out a scream and he ejaculated leaving a river of
semen plunging down the inside of my legs. I took
one of my hands to touch the wetness and tasted
his deliciousness in my mouth. And he kissed me
tenderly like I was a fallen angel. And Lord thats
just what I am.
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