video 1.0 Vimeo http://vimeo.com/ Olga Mink http://vimeo.com/olgamink 0 <object width="504" height="404"><param name="allowfullscreen" value="true" /><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always" /><param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=1501405&server=vimeo.com&show_title=1&show_byline=1&show_portrait=1&color=00ADEF&fullscreen=1" /><embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=1501405&server=vimeo.com&show_title=1&show_byline=1&show_portrait=1&color=00ADEF&fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="504" height="404"></embed></object> 504 404 204 Video made for a project about poetry. Image: Olga Mink Piano/voice: Scanner ----------------------------- Lighthouse (M.H. Benders) I am a drifting man. The perforated street, stitched with the wringing sound of doves draws my sihouette on the sidewalk. I don’t know where I am, memory fails me. I can’t seem to open my eyes. The sounds censor me. Behind the veil of my eyelids I see a scripted fleet of flashlights, like hostile ships looking for a harbour, touching me with fingertips that glow like scanning prayers. Someone touches my chest, eyes. I hear a muffled cry. ‘Where do you live’ a woman says, I try to lift my hand and point. ‘I live in the lighthouse’ I mumble. They carry me away into a brooding, unsearchable dark. In the last sweep of the tower the light crosses my eyes and I see myself as the sea, waving endlessly in her arms, while she stands aloof, holds me, cradles me, shoots me up the unborn void of the sick farm. http://images.vimeo.com/11/42/08/114208000/114208000_200x150.jpg 200 150 1501405