Monday 25 March 2013

In the soul's darkroom

I like this, though unless you've been in a photography darkroom you won't know what it's like for images to appear in the red light - that moment of beauty as the image appears. I guess the visions in this poem are our bodies. This is one of only 2 end-rhymed poems in the collection.

The movie doesn't add much to the words, but took a while to create.

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