The complete 27-minute film comprises 24 numbered sections, and may be viewed as a sequence of separate, interlocking filmpoems with recurring motifs.
For this winter, I have broken up the film into 24 parts and will be posting them day by day as we approach the winter solstice, in the style of an advent calendar. Each one is between 45 and 90 seconds each. So start your day with a few drops of imagery …
Here is the eighth film poem, CSI
You’d been digging for clues,
sorting the rubbish, what was
thrown away. The plot had more
holes than a colander but still
we kept digging until we hit bedrock,
a few home truths, dim lights
guttering at the back of the mind.
You can see it all in radiocarbon,
every fall of pollen, every stitch
in time. So that’s where I come in,
pawing at the curtain,
dripping from the melt water,
monsters of the deep flashing
in a stranger’s eye.