You were our patron saint, yet still they blame us for only praying to be famous

[sovay]

Late last night, I discovered this photograph:



It's David Lean in 1943, on the set of This Happy Breed. I found the image unattributed on a site devoted to his movies; I thought it was a film still. I had never seen a picture of him before. He could have been one of his own leads. I wouldn't wish him out of his directing career—for all I know, he was a block in front of the camera—but that's a character actor's face if ever I've seen one. He looks like a very ascetic faun.

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[asakiyume.livejournal.com]

He looks EXACTLY like a very ascetic faun.

He could have come out of one of your stories. He could be Justin or Alex. (Well, actually, he looks too old for Justin, but he still does feel like he could come from a story of yours, even if not a *precise* story.)

[sovay]

He looks EXACTLY like a very ascetic faun.

I want to bring a poem out of this image, except I don't think I could come up with one that's better than the photograph.

(Well, actually, he looks too old for Justin, but he still does feel like he could come from a story of yours, even if not a *precise* story.)

Thank you! I like interesting faces.

faun poem

[asakiyume.livejournal.com]

You are going to do it. It came to me while I was washing dishes just now. It's those eyes, those faun eyes. They will keep staring at you, challenging you, and you are going to rise to that challenge.

And when you do, that faun face is going to smile and say, "I knew you wouldn't fail me."