Film by Swoon with the poem 'Foretold'
In that future which pressed
ever closer toward us, time was a room
whose shape we could no longer determine.
In every city, men stood on platforms
gesticulating and making pronouncements.
Armored tanks rolled into the last
encampments, leaving tracks in the river’s
boiled mud. We knew when to flee,
what to gather up, what to leave behind.
We walked deeper into blind forests,
climbed as high as our feet allowed
up the thinned hair of trees. They let us
cocoon there, they let us make hammocks.
At night, we watched as distant flares
limned the unnavigable horizon.
At night, some of us told stories,
making shadows with our hands
to mimic the movement of wings.
Poem: Luisa A. Igloria
Concept, camera, editing & music: Swoon
Thanks: Allan Chumak (Psychic TV) & Ephemeral Rift (Performance)
The poem 'Foretold' was written especially on a video-prompt I created for The Poetry Storehouse anniversary contest (poetrystorehouse.com/2014/09/23/the-poetry-storehouse-first-anniversary-contest/)