Still from Bela Tarr's astonishingly beautiful The Man From London
from eerie of concrete through slow-time and dead-heart release i watch the monolith breathe all creaking earthquake weather and crackling pigskin pucker soft down the decades to the school of hard knocks subtle in the infinite cut to the bone and i ask the sky am i here all alone? | from this eerie concrete echo slow release and dread heart disease i watch you sleeping breathe all wet willed weather defined and financially hogtied to the crackling decades at the school of soft options infinitely subtitled censorious and i ask the sky am i here all alone? |
"I open up my wallet, and it's full of blood"
~ Godspeed You! Black Emperor
~ Godspeed You! Black Emperor
2 comments:
this piece is beautiful on so many levels.... the almost-ness of the echo and the mirror, so well done. and the subtle parallels and twists. i like how you so this type of expressive work.
and the image is astonishingly beautiful, as well.
Thanks Harlequin!
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