My silhouetted form, obese and bald,
Augmented by that celebrated slur, 
Still resonates, and even now I’m called
The cinema’s preeminent auteur,
Epitomising what François Truffaut
Respected most; an individual voice, 
Original and clear. I ran the show: 
Found scripts to shoot, approved each casting choice, 
Saw every aspect of the mise-en-scène
Upheld the mood I wanted. I was fond, 
So very fond, of having guiltless men 
Plus pretty women (preferably blonde)

Entangled in intrigues. I relished doubt, 
Not payoffs. As I regularly said, 
Sustaining this is what it's all about;
Explosions kill dramatic tension dead. 

Hitchcock Poem

© 2019 by Rob Stuart