A film by Mathias Obrzut
With poetry written and recorded by Edward McAllister
Featuring Aibek Kabyken, Aitana Garcia Domingo, Blanche de Moidrey, Liam Orchard, Edward McAllister and many more.
Music in order of appereance:
Tim Hecker - Trade Winds, White Heat
Gustavo Santaolalla - Look Inside
Taylor Deupree - snow/sand
Hans Otte - Wassermannmusik (Aquarian Music) I
Robert Rich & Lustmord - Hidden Refuge
Richard Chartier - Interior Field (part 2)
Magatzin Audio - Midsommar
Gustavo Santaolalla - Atacama
Özgür Baba - Sigmazam
Gustavo Santaolalla - Hiding It
Alex Zhang Hungtai - El Khela
Anouar Brahem - Le Pas du Chat Noir
João Gilberto - O Pato
Taylor Deupree - Recur
Tim Hecker - I'm Transmitting Tonight
Poetry by Edward McAllister:
Upon the glance
Upon the glance,
At once that face betrayed my mind.
Convulsive truth, as beauty wishes, mends marred silence, rough.
Ensconced, by age or nettled words –
it matters little, besides My dream.
And so, now here, I find it, at my charm,
One blink a waste of light.
Balat Fener Evleri Restorasyonu
Under carved awnings, the splayed lobes paid mind to dusty paint,
The strength in its numbers, its weakness in faith.
A step too far, a tread too light,
A multitude of heathen plight,
No more can severed looks betray:
“their pain died by the Evleri.”
Soon, colours blush and forfeit grief,
As sun-rays dwell upon the heath,
Now muffled love and words restrained,
Provide where once they were defamed.
The bricks and marble part their joins,
From us the doubt of calm purloined.
In The Limit
In the limit, lie the counts profound,
The ageless expanse, and brevity’s sound -
Where far down below us, minds scram for dearth,
And the living, they learn for themselves.
Blue plains collide, beggaring calm,
As helium agents possess and alarm.
I find a calm unknown.
Thirteen and One
Thirteen and one crosshatched seats fold,
And open up to the sky.
Spined wood besides, through grates light grows,
And plaqued chairs die in their mould.
Each heart through constitution faced, breathes deep of nourished souls,
As leaves, soft – felled, approach truth’s ground,
Where mortals mend their woes.
Her nape curves smiling full – too broad,
His shoulders drop to tend their back,
Whilst pulped fruits ease worn tongues wrought numb,
Our loved hearts climb to the sack.
