this is an erasure. all words were taken from J. Hoberman's article in the New York Times titled "A Restored ‘Passion of Joan of Arc’ Still a Transcendent Masterpiece" - some modified by me. 

ripe, a year after pictures came, the market had
lost fruitfulness, only its masterpieces lasted,
validated the heroine - the teenage resistance,
the late revival respected for its spectacle
of her interior.

the sneering accused played cruelty by ear.
the trial in all senses looks unparalleled 
in melodrama, emobodied anguish worthy
of a single tear, her devil the same as her outrage.

a slow frenzy. at times hysterically so.
disorientation turning a pirouette
to reflect water, or recoil quickly.
less kinetic. contemporary admirer 

of a rival rhythm, daringly deliberate.
off-balanced angles ending in sequence, 
a miracle of documentary. never fully shot.
reinforced by images as they are stronger

when the static is pleased. in the original
institution, however, the forebodings,
more intellectually racking, called "Joan"
sanctimonious: transcendent.

even the impressed could not resist
tweaking integrity, transparent stubbornness,
extremely favorable to performance.

it took some 500 years for the roman
catholic church to declare Joan a saint.