I’ve often felt like this:
As Matthew is writing this, there are child soldiers fighting wars in faraway places. There are places where food is not available 24 hours a day to order through a jumbo speaker, giant-sized with a plastic toy. There are places where genocide and genital mutilation aren’t just words.
Matthew could have written about any of these things, but instead he chose to write about James Franco.
Directing James Franco, by Matthew Burnside.
The poem is a response to Franco’s Directing Herbert White, which to me seems interesting as a documentary but not so much as a poem.