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Αντιλαμβάνομαι ότι, μάλλον, χαίρομαι χωρίς ιδιαίτερο λόγο, ωστόσο, σήμερα, έλαβα ένα email από τη Marshmallow Press Productions, το οποίο ανέφερε ότι χρησιμοποίησε ένα κομμάτι μου, ανεβασμένο στο soundcloud (με creative commons licence), για να επενδύσει μουσικά ένα short film.
Το video θα διαγωνιστεί στο Filmpoem Festival, που θα διεξαχθεί στην Αμβέρσα (Antwerp) στις 14 Ιουνίου και αφορά την οπτικοακουστική επένδυση ποιημάτων.
http://vimeo.com/90855714
Κάποιες πληροφορίες σχετικά με το εν λόγω φεστιβάλ:
http://filmpoem.com/
Οι στίχοι του διαγωνιζόμενου ποιήματος:
Ken Taylor - crepuscule with nellie (take six)
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we make choices. sometimes it’s watching phoebes erase moths
from clover months after the family jaunt across texas: weather
parroting miles & miles of trouble. dirt roads going nowhere or
to a lozenge pattern: evidence of local color hiding something all
over the place in the same kind of building. other times, we find
ourselves on a plane over a large body of water & the headphone
jack defective. yet, if we complain, compensated only with a wink
& reminder our seat cushions float. was it late afternoon saturday?
you were wearing the t-shirt we both like: i can’t, i’m waiting for
godot & the kid on the bus asked, what’s go dot? we can choose
to loiter in the past: munich, on some straße, trying to decode
menus to avoid eating der blaue reiter for the 4th time this week.
breathing a shade of cinnamon we weren’t sure existed. & birds
again, only this time crows, rowing in an iron· sky & mispronouncing
klee! klee! klee! ten-thousand foot view is the distance we want
to be seen by: not a river wandering to find more river. scar tissue
passes for meaning. gristle: gist. police talk to their shoulders instead
of using them to brachiate. we all chose to throw rocks over arboreal
locomotion. a trifle that springs to mind is catching fish with balls
of white bread. we wonder if there’s pond life with this shape
that hasn’t been discovered & can be named for a relative who
botched their days. eventually we succumb to tabula rasa & sell
the suburban. love is noticing the eyes of another being picked
up in a tie. everyone improves in the proximity of our affection
Το video θα διαγωνιστεί στο Filmpoem Festival, που θα διεξαχθεί στην Αμβέρσα (Antwerp) στις 14 Ιουνίου και αφορά την οπτικοακουστική επένδυση ποιημάτων.
http://vimeo.com/90855714
Κάποιες πληροφορίες σχετικά με το εν λόγω φεστιβάλ:
http://filmpoem.com/
Οι στίχοι του διαγωνιζόμενου ποιήματος:
Ken Taylor - crepuscule with nellie (take six)
---------------------------------------------------------------
we make choices. sometimes it’s watching phoebes erase moths
from clover months after the family jaunt across texas: weather
parroting miles & miles of trouble. dirt roads going nowhere or
to a lozenge pattern: evidence of local color hiding something all
over the place in the same kind of building. other times, we find
ourselves on a plane over a large body of water & the headphone
jack defective. yet, if we complain, compensated only with a wink
& reminder our seat cushions float. was it late afternoon saturday?
you were wearing the t-shirt we both like: i can’t, i’m waiting for
godot & the kid on the bus asked, what’s go dot? we can choose
to loiter in the past: munich, on some straße, trying to decode
menus to avoid eating der blaue reiter for the 4th time this week.
breathing a shade of cinnamon we weren’t sure existed. & birds
again, only this time crows, rowing in an iron· sky & mispronouncing
klee! klee! klee! ten-thousand foot view is the distance we want
to be seen by: not a river wandering to find more river. scar tissue
passes for meaning. gristle: gist. police talk to their shoulders instead
of using them to brachiate. we all chose to throw rocks over arboreal
locomotion. a trifle that springs to mind is catching fish with balls
of white bread. we wonder if there’s pond life with this shape
that hasn’t been discovered & can be named for a relative who
botched their days. eventually we succumb to tabula rasa & sell
the suburban. love is noticing the eyes of another being picked
up in a tie. everyone improves in the proximity of our affection
