from The way birds become homonyms: an aviaryJoseph Bradshaw
A bird would reach but be secret. (An Essay on Hitchcock) * In The Birds there are no metaphors. If you want a metaphor you must take the bathroom mirror into the theater, and position it in such a way that you can watch the entire film through its pane. But why bother the bathroom, why strip it of its sole companion, its only eye, the only way it can monitor the secret movements of its minions? The birds are meaningless. They're not the mother's projection of an absent father, the spectral penis ghosting the family house. Nor have they ever been real. But then I don't care because I haven't been born yet. The birds are here before me, and they will remain after, and no one knows why they gather. I can only drive my car through the birds, knowing full well that they've replaced the road. Because birds become roads after they're transformed into and from the weather they once forecasted.
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