Some inscriptions.
Memories
The Umbrellas of Cherbourg, 1964 - Jacques Rivette
Leaves up migrating flock
Higher and ever higher
Light flooding the transition
from windows cut to the routines of the heavens
The noise isn't too much to forgive
Aparajito, 1956 - Satayjit Ray
Specular stars swept by halogen light
Oil split water pooling on a non-porous surface
A true hunger, eating your flesh
A Movement in nudges when all is nervous
Frustrate the sun
Feet slipping beneath the sheets
Eat the sticky bun
Needs must most is not neat
Hung off the shoulder
Push back the foglight
Unswallowed
A good dark
Eyes sculpted by absent sleep
Swan Lake on the radio
And every screen
Press ocean blue past sieve on creased black
What can you say is more brittle than a dream
Amongst these vampires
Hold fast to seem
Malcolm X, 1992 - Spike Lee
Rest your eyes
The rabbit steps across the knoll
Awake again as soon as they close
Attune to feedback
When voice comes too coherent
Spill and spread
Warmth lifts the migrant bird
Hear more
When you hear the breath between each sentence louder than any word
Drive'n The Rain ~ Hatenabito LIVE NOCCHi Edit, 2023 - Perfume Live Video
The axe will survive the master
Only in absence will the water clear faster
Rain off the corrugated roof twists like strands
Don't think too hard how you stand
I'm looking at the sea but thinking of the river
Only to the waist the blanket wove of silver
An unsighted wall of shaped glass and compensated depth
Head above water still not drawing breath
Sun shine down
Crack the rain peppered pavement
Come back to this now
Consider what the parting meant
A syllable trilled to a thousand more
Come away weeping come away bored
She struggled to ever hold a sincere yearning
For knowledge of a dream fulfilled through the pain on her skin of a terrible burning
And everything still seen in the ashes of a burning
And, you hope, all that can be heard with only a little burning
Blood of the dead melting the snow
A muted crackle tracks the steam from the floor
She said there's something wrong with you you know
And yeah everything you thought but fucking
Christ there's so much more
Staccato flutter an echo an echo
Unsure vibration hot asphalt the pillow
Electric patterned dark all around the toes
A deep crawling history for everything not known
A look of light that only comes with the dark
A soft border at a crossing without state
Blue veins to the surface before a wine dark crease
From muddied scraps of clay what will you make
Ceramic out the kiln into the charred edges of the bushes of
Blackberries embroidered in dyed thread by three needles and twice as many hands
The Beast, 2023 - Bertrand Bonello
Beau Travail, 1999 - Claire Denis
Tight Connection To My Heart, 1985 - Bob Dylan Music Video
Window Water Baby Moving, 1959 - Stan Brakhage
Shōgun, 2024 - s01e08
Detuned strings on the aeolion harp in a brittle wind
Metal scavenged from the bottom of the South China Sea
Each carcass pre-bomb
Deep blue layered as the ocean loomed through rebar and thin
Screws caught up in the budding canopy of the tree
The room still is warm
How long can you sustain your anger?
Before it wears with the road
Maybe we're ready for the good table soon
We decide which old shirts get sewn
Someday out west in the white city with soldered shards above
With blood pooling at your mouth again and at your wrists more blood
spit out on the floor and thrust the dirty knife for love.
The Curse, 2023 - s01e05
Lamp posts indicate the night before the afterimage
of a sky of shining sun
A sickening faith leads another pilgrimage
The only power that matched their description
Was when you held a gun
The Elephant Man, 1980 - David Lynch
The shape of a sandal in mud on the tile
Drying quick, ridges on the bark in a ceramic pan
No yeah well it's been a while
One hand to wash the floor before another if you can
Window Water Baby Moving, 1959 - Stan Brakhage
Hand scorching on the bark
There's greater reasons to work in the dark
Too much time to think not enough to rehearse
Actions taken because they can't be reversed
Ever more shades of orange wherever my eyes rest
The slow noise of dust breaks the line at the crest
Cool gold over pitched bone out the myriad thread
Burrowed in the belly, a place to make a bed
Soft resistance to every touch drawing fog upon the mirror
Surface water dripping down off blooms far from the river
Saturated in the warmth of the cover of glittering sand
Fingers intertwined drawing songs on your hands
Dare To Be Stupid, 1985 - Weird Al Yankovi Music Video
You notice only now but the animals left long before the perpetual rain
Sharp knife blunt force all of it blood down the drain
From the strangling of the lead glove cast
In your hand against your own blood to trade and a cry to abstain
From the shallows of the new lake the first or the last out flies the crane
The Nightingale, 2018 - Jennifer Kent
Chungking Express, 1994 - Wong Kar-Wai
Persona, 1966 - Ingmar Bergman
The Super Dimension Fortress Macross: Do You Remember Love?, 1984 - Noboru Ishiguro, Shōji Kawamori
Playtime, 1967 - Jacques Tati
The boy is up to here darling
The boy is up to here
Tell me again won't you
Tell me again it wasn't clear
The Elephant Man, 1980 - David Lynch
Children gathered with their cheeks on the ledge and hands hung off the edge and the reinforced concrete reflects a temple
You knew that sound would trouble sleep you just thought this old house would settle
Spit's a reprieve for eventually for an ankle plunged in nettle
Sickness for the fox is the scream of death though for now it will pass with the rainfall
At the peak, well as high as you could manage, there is only fog
The Painting's up on the wall
Blood medium off the canvas over all
Another lamb tested on the altar
The manifest weights a crooked ship
How big a boot to make you feel so small.
The sun seeps in
But turns soluble in the fire
Marginal tolerence creates holy light
Well that's something to admire