POEM: To Mr. Mack Sennett, on His Animated Pictures
Thanks to Mr. Gart Westerhout for pointing this out to me.
To Mr. Mack Sennett, on His Animated Pictures
CHAPLIN, arouse! Up, up, my HAROLD LLOYD!
Ah, where is CONKLIN? MABEL NORMAND, where?
Only the coils of Technicolored FREUD
Discharge their nonsense on the shuddering air.
Ah, no. I’ll bid old memories arise.
Let the dead pan of LANGDON soothe my soul
Watch TURPIN roll his independent eyes.
And the flung custard seeks its human goal.
-Morris Bishop, page 22 in “The New Yorker,” Jan. 22, 1949