Super 8 film is very difficult to get processed these daysA Poem by Count Humilussilence of meI c**k my Super 8 camera In a graveyard during the day I wish I never saw this place I wish I never had it on exposed film For it’s documented now Impermanence is shattered I’ve captured I’ve everything I’ve ever feared in such clear focus Sleeping inside a willow tree’s thorns, Hearing the I wish I had never been there that day and filmed those shots But I cocked my Super 8 And I finally found where permanence lies And no word No love No wind Nothing could blow this reality in a different direction Looking at everyone in the ground A record spinning backwards Feeling how loud it is to be in silence, When it is complete, And all around I wish I never took these shots Because now when I watch it The names are grainy and blurred out And it’s everyone I’ve ever known It’s everything anyone’s ever shown me It’s everybody I’ve ever loved It’s nobody I never knew It’s everything I always wanted to be And it’s there forever… Lost Yet so easily found All of us All of us 6 feet deep beneath the ground © 2009 Count HumilusReviews
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1 Review Added on March 30, 2009 AuthorCount HumilusDriftingAboutMy interests include: Writing things Old cameras Records Raw Fish Typewriters Bernard Tapie Anglo Concertinas Instillations Filming movies The Pacific ocean .. more..Writing
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