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 twenty third film poem, Spinney
The bare copse looks loaded
with munitions as we follow
the fox-run through wild
spinneys between schemes.
Not much to pick over
for the remote viewer.
The land’s been drained
of its water gods and we’re
hand-winding the day forward
the way it should be done –
straight from the bottle,
the neck, the heart swollen
with pollen, Bourbon and tobacco,
raising the feathers, stirring
sleepers from long abandoned
stations, buddlea heavy with
fresh blossom, obsidian clockface
turning from solid to soft core,
silver catch leaping in the net
tightening at the neck and shouting
new constellations across the sky.