A Finger, Two Dots Then Me

Wednesday, May 1, 2013

Feelings articulated into words are often difficult. We fumble with letters and syllables trying to construct meaning; trying to understand ourselves and each other. Large questions gnaw the corners of our gray matter and we operate (mostly) under the premise that memory is both a construct of truth and fiction. What I do remember, however, is watching this film in the autumn of 2011. My distinct visceral reaction was immediate. Today, over a year later, I finally tracked down the title of the film and watched it again. Seven minutes of performance poetry, with a touch of cinematic stardust. I commend this to you, dear reader. Watch it. Then, maybe watch it again.

 

1 comments:

  1. Um. Love. Seriously...love!!
    Thanks for sharing. I can always count on you to introduce me to amazing things :)

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