Incident Along Fantasy Way Into the Movies "Theodore" is a strange name for a restaurant, Like the owners had wanted a child instead. But there it is, midway between the dance place And the all-night magazine stand. Late at night clouds of conversation Drift between the tables: A heaping serving of ideas With noodles and gravy Like the film maker borrowing a pencil To figure out a deal And then telling all about it. "I'm making a movie about the Real World -- Not this world, But the REAL world." You know the old fairy tales About people walking into pictures? Well, he somehow Could actually do it. "The hard part is getting up the nerve To walk down the aisle And up on the stage In front of a whole movie theater Full of people. "But nobody really notices that much And the ones that do Tend to think you work there. The rest is easy: Just slip into the edge of the screen And there you are. "But there's a danger -- Once you're in, it's not a movie any more: It's the whole world, And to get out again You have to get past whatever action Is on camera. "Go into a spy movie in Paris And you may only be able to get out By way of London Or Hong Kong Or Istanbul. And when you do finally emerge There's no way of knowing What theater you'll be in." But his problem was more ultimate -- The movie had ended And it didn't seem likely There would be a sequel. Stuck forever? Well, maybe. But maybe not. There were no scenes of Hollywood But in the writer's mind it had been there Along with the idea That "getting into movies" should be easy Even if it wasn't. So of course it was. He had spent years at it, Making movie after movie, Working his way up Until he could write, produce, and direct The exact movie he wanted. In another year it would be done. Then, any time he decided, He could walk up to the edge of the screen And be home. Thomas G. Digby written 0240 hr 1/25/75 entered 1145 hr 3/05/92