direct link: Tones of Noir
music: Alex Bailey, 'Piano Improvisation No 7.'
Do poems wait to be born? A poem whittled out of thundering mist at Niagara Falls. The roar of the Falls, music, voice.
I wanted the voice to be as light as the mist, and as strange as a dream with noir elements. (Don't worry if you can't hear all the words -it's meant to be a bit ghostly, and you can read the words here.)
Tones of Noir
Numinosity
washes the sky.
Poems rise
out of thundering mist.
I think it is a crime.
She rushes by.
The water,
the power in falling.
Begin when it's in motion
and stop before it ends.
Mystical crystal spikes
of sun.
He waits.
We walk quickly
covering ourselves against the watcher._
Video I shot in Niagara Falls, Canada, a few days ago, edited in Final Cut Express, Video I shot in Niagara Falls, Canada, a few days ago, edited in Final Cut Express, and layered a few recordings of the poem I wrote for this piece.
Niagara Falls is magnificent!
Still from video:
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I'm entering this in Big Tent Poetry's prompt this week. I read the prompt Wednesday night (had only 6 hours sleep since then, video poetry does that to me, sigh) and thought, hmnnn, enough? ...maybe.
::Smiling:: Thanks!
