John Huston couldn’t do it any better

Bill Tremblay was next, and he read from a series of poems out of his collection “Shooting Script: Door of Fire,” all of which dealt with Mexico of the late 1930s, early ’40s, and characters such as Diego Rivera, Frida Kahlo , Leon Trotsky and movie star Paulette Goddard. “I’m glad to be here,” Tremblay said, then paused before adding, “very glad to be anywhere.”

Tremblay flirted with racy material, at one point telling a story about Rivera’s penis and the malignant growths that eventually killed him. And if you have any doubt that this guy might be able to write an effective screenplay, then consider the opening lines of his poem “The Blue House” (from “Shooting Script”):

“Evening. Pan down a herringbone sky
the color of hammered copper, sunbeams
through royal palmfronds striking the indigo walls
Diego painted as a wedding present to Frida,
giving it a fountain for a mouth and a tongue of water
so it could bear its blue witness.”