A poem from John Poch‘s new book Fix Quiet, winner of the 2014 New Criterion Poetry Prize, turned into a film by Alex Henery. The Vimeo description notes that it was “Shot in Lubbock Texas over the Thanksgiving weekend.”from Moving poems.
A poem from John Poch‘s new book Fix Quiet, winner of the 2014 New Criterion Poetry Prize, turned into a film by Alex Henery. The Vimeo description notes that it was “Shot in Lubbock Texas over the Thanksgiving weekend.”from Moving poems.
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:-) Yes, that is home, as much as I run from it. I really enjoyed the video, and think it was the perfect backdrop for a poem about time. Wow...it's amazing how words and images can invoke such emotion.
Did you notice how the light and shadows were so contrast-y in the video? The light really IS that harsh there. I think that has a LOT to do with the emotionalism of that place.
I did notice the light, the "brightness" of it. It reminds me of being on deck at sea, in the tropics, on a sunny day. You spend a lot of time either squinting, or with your eyes closed and hands over the closed lids, trying to relieve the pain from "too much" exposure to light.
YES! That's exactly what it's like. Couple that dry air / harsh light with the light brown dirt or white cotton fields, and it's intense.
I think those dark shadows / harsh contrasts somehow make their way into the creativity / melancholy of that region. There's something poetic about it...the flat, dry landscapes... you're left with nothing but yourself and your faith (in whatever). It's a very isolating place, and sublime at the same time.
I think I told you once that I really admired people who can live a daily existence in such a...wide-open place.
gah. I'm not expressing myself well.
No, I get it. The sea's different though.... the blueness... sunlight penetrating a short distance... you can partially see "into" its translucent depth... and so you stare, searching for any small or identifyable form beneath the surface. Or if the suns hidden, you're limited to the seas surface, the dancing patterns of waves and wakes. The surface becomes mirror-like. Impenetrable.
...dark.
This captures a piece of it.
:-) Yes, you described it perfectly.
Dark and impenetrable.
That reminds me of how scared I once was of water skiing. I was terrified of falling down, with my head under the surface, because I couldn't see to the bottom. I always felt like something was just below my feet...going to grab me.
eeek...i just gave myself the creeps. ;-)
The light conspires with the imagination to play its' tricks... transforming beauty into something sublime.
...in this sense.
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