Ardenter
Film by Swoon & David Tomaloff for the 7 Virtues - 7 Sins Project.
Subject: Gluttony
Poem especially written for the project:
Ardenter
Strip my eyes of it, this sun, this want, this earth &still. Make my fingers to release, my mouth &lungs to desist; tell my legs they should cease to carry any further this aching bruise. Every morning I walk to the well, &every morning my cup runs over. Each night, I return to the vineyard to suck blood from its ample vines. How does one explain such a fire? When I breathe, I breathe; I do so to kill. When I take, I take, & do so to empty. These lambs of currency &how their pale spends like money in the barren backwoods of my need. When there is nothing left to burn, I will dig instead a hole. When there is nothing left to drink I will spill, then, the frozen sky. If morning should bare its body, I'll strip it bare of skin. My eyes, the black of ships anchored just off the quiet shore. My arms, how each socket grows a jailer; how each &every finger is a skeleton key in wait.
+songs about redemption / the noise of mercury / falling on deafened ears
Poem & Voice:David Tomaloff
Concept, editing, music: Swoon
Footage: 'How to make perfect hard boiled eggs' (Food wishes video recipes - Chef John) provided by allrecipes.com
'undercover investigation at Hy-line hatchery' (mercyforanimals.org)
Subject: Gluttony
Poem especially written for the project:
Ardenter
Strip my eyes of it, this sun, this want, this earth &still. Make my fingers to release, my mouth &lungs to desist; tell my legs they should cease to carry any further this aching bruise. Every morning I walk to the well, &every morning my cup runs over. Each night, I return to the vineyard to suck blood from its ample vines. How does one explain such a fire? When I breathe, I breathe; I do so to kill. When I take, I take, & do so to empty. These lambs of currency &how their pale spends like money in the barren backwoods of my need. When there is nothing left to burn, I will dig instead a hole. When there is nothing left to drink I will spill, then, the frozen sky. If morning should bare its body, I'll strip it bare of skin. My eyes, the black of ships anchored just off the quiet shore. My arms, how each socket grows a jailer; how each &every finger is a skeleton key in wait.
+songs about redemption / the noise of mercury / falling on deafened ears
Poem & Voice:David Tomaloff
Concept, editing, music: Swoon
Footage: 'How to make perfect hard boiled eggs' (Food wishes video recipes - Chef John) provided by allrecipes.com
'undercover investigation at Hy-line hatchery' (mercyforanimals.org)
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