A friend treated me to a trip to Niagara Falls- so beautiful! I took some footage. I started on something last night, and this is the little video in process. I decided to try some parallel editing with the clip. I'm uploading the video before I add a poem and music - which I haven't written or looked for yet. Blogger now offers video again, so it's a good place to post works-in-progress (in hugely decreased size) before the final upload to YouTube (which doesn't allow edits in the same url spot). I find seeing a video I'm working on online helps me to figure out what needs to be done or where it should go - and I like sharing the process of making something, too.
I'd like something slightly noir in this videopoem, but so far no images have come. So I search through sites, music, films for a hook, something that will unravel a poem.
Not that I believe poems lie in wait to be born, but already this one is forming itself in the footage and I have to whittle it out of the thundering mist.
The Falls are magnificent, though the town of Niagara has become, with casinos, haunted houses and wax museums everywhere, the Las Vegas of Canada - in a quaintly Canadian way.
Videopoem-in-progress: Niagara Falls, First Project from Brenda Clews on Vimeo.
Because I initially tried to upload a file too large for Blogger's service, and it didn't take, I turned to Vimeo. Though I later figured out my error with Blogger's file size limits, Vimeo certainly offers a better resolution.
Still from the video. As a filter lady, yes, I did add a little something. Not telling what though! ::Smiling::
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Later, nah, I'm not a gangsta writer, but noir, or neo-noir, can be a mood, a tone:
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.
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