Prose Number One
Part of a primitive culture, I leaped forward and doused myself into Ellington, jazz world, and brushing symbols. Mommy me followed by her child and the city cried "Listen!" I walked the streets, moving fast, trying to keep up. A Halfling; part bird, part human; beloved are the flowers. Beauties of vibrant colors, made of paisley's print, her design swirled. I was back tapping my toes to the swinging of the horn, I pictured myself in a shiny red dress, and Marilyn Monroe, I stole her mole. I grew wings made from triangles, buzzing about, making my nature sounds. Century to century I abounded, hearing was my passage, unable to move, unmotivated, until the sound wave surfed.
Response
Poetry in motion ‘The Passage’ leaped from creation to evolution, motivated by music and sound. The film viewer is presented with the most elementary of shapes and color, as a passage of time is showcased through the flapping wings of triangles meshed together, to the busy rhythms of jazz and then the ambient sound of modern city life. The movement of the flowers across the screen and then use of the lime greens, reds, pinks…to name a few, created a trance like states, also most as if to hypnotize its audience. The black background felt as if was the staff and the shapes were the notes, and the soundtrack acted as the time machine from primitive to modern and back to primitive, throwing in some swing, jumping up to modern then back to primitive and so forth, a very effective camerless film.
Six by One: 6 X 1: Seis Por Un: Six For A
I decided to join the mother ship of six by one, to be hands on, to get grimy and dirty. As a poet, I play with images, sometimes too much for my words to follow, they can’t keep up with what I design from my mouth, and the picture doesn’t come across as clear. With film, it is another story, for I am certain I can create the following line visually without making any person confused.
“We ran east going south as we headed north and we were out west.” (from Legolas & I by Sheena A. Vaught)
This is my mission in six by one, to experiment and “pictorialize” my poetry. To focus on visual, sound and music and throw story into the passing wind and let it sink to the bottom of the sea.
