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 sixteenth film poem, Freight
Night traffic shakes the window pane,
Epic journeys cross the body politic
like scar tissue, lines of the Nazca,
sea to shining sea… You smoke fiercely,
letters from your father burning in your fist,
the dead shifting in their waxy element.
The system’s crashed, the household gods
are packing up their instruments
and flying out, we’re picking
at the splinters, the spirits
of the spectrum tossing Liar’s Dice
down the Large Hadron Collider,
the Stonehenge of particle physics.
What did you make of it, then?