Thursday, December 28, 2023

Rental Crisis — an experimental short film

This film is part of a series of poem-films that I have been creating as a subset of my Graphology poetry cycle/project that has been going since the mid-90s. Each film is a subsection of a 'feature-length' experimental movie that is focalised through the poet Hölderlin, glasshouses, gardens, colonialism, industrialism and climate degradation, and issues of environment, human rights and 'place'. This 'section' arose out of being unhomed by machinations within the Tübingen 'rental market' and needing to find shelter elsewhere. But the shadow over one's own life is nothing in the context of global war, rapacity and the displacement of so many (including those whose homes are pounded into blood and fragments, and for whom all 'choice' has been erased).

See here re the ongoing textual, visual, sculptural and aural project, and here. Below is the poem-text used in the film: Rental Crisis (poem for a film) Bone breaker fall makers in the underwriting. Power climb leaf collation to vibrate walls and drive us out of the mouldy crypt. Rental crisis is the annihilation of residence and our discomfort is not a modicum of comparison but a shadow in the shadows, the markers of time we edit into places. Towers to look into, out of reach, grey stone bleeds and retracts its roots. Sea is remembered inland is remembered a heat flare and infrastructural blur, vertigo and buffeting of pump and tracer, skin-shape sculpture of meta or failed divine push out against forest sheltered under eaves and now cut into bog and sediments and conglomerates of old sandstones red texture of silence. Hear the waters rising, hear the dryness, hear the sentinel twisting eyebeams to reach the oscillating shores of Patmos — refuge for some, rebarbative for others. Generosity is the paths of water and reaching shelter. So we left the Neckar for the Mizen, teardrop imploding and lighthouse pulsing out of the picture. Which country would you place us in, standing room only on local trains, steps that retract. John Kinsella

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