#105. Confined By Time (take two)

December 8, 2009

confined by time
we are liberated by the power
of the moment.

break the ice
on the surface of the water trough.
the goat
is thirsty this morning
and the horses in the barn
don’t want to share.

this snow pea weather
snaps my amygdala
across time

i am wide eyed

staring up through ice
at grey beard me

4 Responses to “#105. Confined By Time (take two)”

  1. tom clark said

    Zevstar,

    An afterthought.

    The more I stare into these wonderful lines

    this snow pea weather
    snaps my amygdala
    across time

    i am wide eyed

    staring up through ice
    at grey beard me

    the more strongly grows my visualization of the scenes from Bells from the Deep.

    I can never quite sort out the poetry from the fraudulence in Herzog, so I suppose I should not have been disappointed to learn that his shots of pilgrims are really shots not of religious fanatics but of people ice fishing… and also of a few hired “actors”.

    “I wanted to get shots of pilgrims crawling around on the ice trying to catch a glimpse of the lost city, but as there were no pilgrims around I hired two drunks from the next town and put them on the ice. One of them has his face right on the ice and looks like he is in very deep meditation. The accountant’s truth: he was completely drunk and fell asleep, and we had to wake him at the end of the take.”

    He has said “I think the scene explains the fate and soul of Russia,” but I think it may more truthfully be said it explains the heart and soul of a movie director.

  2. zevstar said

    i have to say that i dont know that much about Herzog. i’ve seen several of his films but cant judge fraud v. poetry. i spent a weekend workshopping and interviewing ed sanders and ted berrigan once and i remember what berrigan said about his own work. ” I am that kind of poet who uses tricks. ” i ask does a piece move me and if the poet/artist is dishonest who is he hurting but her self? if it hurts others then it probably isnt going to move me. truth = beauty, i still hope. here i am the fool again, stepping off the cliff

  3. Evelyn said

    “across time

    i am wide eyed

    staring up through ice
    at grey beard me”
    I love this. This shows both defiance and acceptance.
    I dont know if what this poem means to me is what it MEANS tho

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