Lovers
Swept up by a spark
A kiss after dark
Beneath a bridge
Shadows
Whispering
Soon
The future cascading
Tarkovsky studies music and Arabic
Soon
He will create
Ivan’s Childhood
Winning top prize at the Venice Film Festival
“Tarkovsky…
captures life as a reflection,
life as a dream.”
– Ingmar Bergman
On the bridges of Sochi
Beneath starlight
Hand in hand
Lovers
Cascading
A scene from Tarkovsky’s film Stalker:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dNiVFCWMrqI
Blake’s ocean
A gas station
Black medicine
In a vial
You said I thought I was Jesus
You said I thought I was Jesus
In exile
We handled snakes
I was yours truly
I was yours truly
I swallowed a shot of ink
We faded
We faded
Vibrantly
In retrospect we were children
In retrospect we were children
At the carnival
Deep sea diving
Physics again standing on its head
Physicists discovering an upside – down world
The elementary particles comprising stars can leap
It seems
Across time (if there really is time) reappearing
And appearing in numerous locations at once
The simultaneous stars stretching across infinity
Are one and the same
Projections of one star
One star only we see here and there
As if altering as if shadowing our days and years
With a spectacularly aloof performance
Like the lover
You just can’t forget
Previously published in my fourth book of poetry Hierarchy of Loss (Ekstasis Editions 2007)
Digital art based on an ink sketch in my moleskin sketchbook.
The same film with subtitles:
In 2009 I created My Story Is Not My Own, a metaphysical & surreal film poem concerning the Kennedy assassination. My statement concerning this project is beneath the video on the YouTube page.
What
Do sad people have in
Common?
It seems
They have all built a shrine
To the past
And often go there
And do a strange wail and
Worship.
What is the beginning of
Happiness?
It is to stop being
So religious
Like
That.
Translation by Daniel Ladinsky
The animal figure was originally a shadow puppet created last year by a Grade 8 student in a small Ontario town. I delivered a poetry and shadow puppetry workshop & we created a quite striking multi media production. I decided to experiment with a photo taken during the workshop. Simultaneously I discovered this Hafiz poem which follows the previous post by Rumi very elegantly.
when i was pregnant, she told me
reaching back more than twenty years
for the memory
i put sunflower seeds on my belly
i used to read aloud to my son
so he could hear our bones
i love our voices, she said
chickadee & sparrow flutter down
lured by the seeds and undisturbed
by our voices
i put your hand on my belly
i invite you to read this aloud
i want to listen to our bones
& to love our voices, for a little while
Joanne Arnott is a Metis poet living on Canada’s west coast.
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