Jean Kim I’ve probably seen Star Wars fifty-one Times. Maybe even sixty. First time was The first I watched in a real theatre. I was three years old, that wintry day. Hagerstown was ‘the city’ compared to West Virginia. I still recall the room’s dark closeness, encapsulated by outer space The whoosh of the Dolby speakers as ships went into hyperdrive, As John Williams’ orchestra roared bombastically through stars. Somehow I can piece out those memories, the originals From the multiple replays, the impressions overlayed with details, Insights, errors--layers of paint to create depth. The scene where Luke in his white, judo-esque tunic, Grabs his princess and swings across a gap, Atari Pitfall-style. (I have yet to meet anyone like Luke.) The scene where the gang is mired in garbage, And the compactor is closing in, closing in. The orange X-wing fighter uniforms, Obi-Wan semi-dying, Leia’s platinum necklace, shiny flat squares, at the celebration. I don’t think I remember much else; I am not sure how I know, Since I remember every scene now, recite lines dogmatically Like Biblical verse. “You have failed me for the last time.” “I shall become more powerful than you can possibly imagine.” “Stay on target, stay on target.” “Boota boota Solo.” Do I even remember those scenes correctly as the first ones? Did I just see them in my companion comic book, or was it The third or fifth time? When did I realize that Luke Kissed his sister? That Darth Vader massacred a planet? Later George Lucas himself retooled his Sistine Chapel, Battle-worn starship miniatures given a CGI high-gloss makeover. So even now, I don’t know what I saw first. I see the story In new ways through the years. I laugh at different jokes. I wonder if Han is hotter than Luke now. I still think Light sabers are zen-weapon sci-fi genius. I see the Buddhist-Kurosawan influences within the Force. I’ve known real-life Darth Vaders. Like truth, I never tire when I see it again. I still love when Luke shoots the Death Star blind, And the music rises—you can trust your thoughts. You can reflect, revise.
Yellow Chair Review - Pop Culture Issue 2015