Opening soon: the Owl Light Cinema

                                           Altarwise by owl-light in the halfway house
                                           The gentleman lay graveward with his furies;
                                           Abaddon in the hangnail cracked from Adam,
                                           And, from his fork, a dog among the fairies,
                                           The atlas-eater with a jaw for news,
                                           Bit out the mandrake with to-morrows scream.
                                           Then, penny-eyed, that gentleman of wounds,
                                           Old cock from nowheres and the heaven's egg,
                                           With bones unbuttoned to the half-way winds,
                                           Hatched from the windy salvage on one leg,
                                           Scraped at my cradle in a walking word
                                           That night of time under the Christward shelter:
                                           I am the long world's gentleman, he said,
                                           And share my bed with Capricorn and Cancer

Ok, so I have no idea what this Dylan Thomas poem is about and the above photos might not illustrate what this strange and dark poem conveys but I thought it was a good name for my garage cinema.  And why not throw in a baby to make it more cute.  Take that D.T.!