Cinema Calendar Of The Abstract Heart - 09

The title sounds like one musical soundtrack, clever pick! the poem is a bit intruge me as i wonder what is actually exhibited from this abstract heart, but it sounds like....calling self to sober after a red-blue tragedy.(Report)Reply

Great write. Thanks and congratulations to his soul.(Report)Reply

Starry warmth! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.(Report)Reply

Such a great poem......(Report)Reply

Shortly after the previously unimaginable horrors of World War I and before any widespread popular blossoming of film this short poem virtual trembles with techniques that would later become commonplace in movie-making. The text is not so radically dada here, it has a flow both of ideas and euphonious sound. But the images are clipped and collaged together with an here-to-fore unbeknownst speed and juxtaposition. Cinematic jump-cuts. The very concept of a World War made the global smaller, events faster, a jumble of emotion, reason, chaos and composition. All of these realities are present in this little gem of a poem. There is soft, inviting, alluring mystery hard up-against threat and solid, muscular brutishness. It reflects perfectly an eternal moment in time, fixed but gathering the facts of the past and ushering them forward in the certain-uncertainty of the future. A snapshot of an arrow, or ballistic missile of a sort, caught mid-air after it has left its source and before it has hit its target. Threat and beauty merged.(Report)Reply

Dang, I hate it when he runs out of drugs. He's not nearly as amusing when he takes himself seriously(Report)Reply

unconsciouslly calculating & neurotically brilliant(Report)Reply

fabulastic & swell.

'God and my toothbrush are Dada, and New Yorkers can be Dada too, if they are not already.' - Tristan Tzara(Report)Reply