Witches and poets co-embrace like fate,
Reputed base, bare, poor, unfortunate.
In these respects I may myself intrude
Among the poets’ thickest multitude.
Here lies that poet, buried in the night,
Whose purse, men know it, was exceeding light.
“It goes without saying, however, that filmmaking in modern corporate America is a big business like other big businesses, with little allowance for, or tolerance of, mom and pop operations, so that it has been an uphill and lonely battle.”
Raymond Carney | American Dreaming