The lens of Peter Maeck's Aperture captures a rhymed and unrhymed gallery of animated short subjects and tableaux vivants peopled by cold sober sages, ardent idealists, self-crowned royalty, and pretenders to their thrones. By turns mordant, merry, and mischievous, these poems humor saints and shysters, frame show-offs, and coax grins from the camera-shy.
