Steamboat Bill, Jr.,
aka Buster Keaton, 1928
It’s good to see him young again,
back from the booze, divorces, talkies,
bit parts, and that sponging relative,
age. He’s home again, in the cyclone
scene, headed into the blast, become
an acute angle losing ground—ballet
as the masters never conceived it.
While others scurry cellar-bound, he
goes allegro from house to flying house
till he stops before a two-story one,