I have added this video poem elsewhere but I felt it needed its own post. The empty swing has become an archetype for end of days, my end of days, our end of days. I am not being dark here or dwelling without reason on memento mori, but the driving music I found for this poem the combination of text and audio and visual feel so good personally I just would love it everyone could experience this ‘making’.
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The mishing (my invented word for today) and mashing of image, video, music, poetry, words and more can create a beautiful rhythm. I often think of the decisions that go into making these projects — some decisions I might make on gut instinct (that seems right) and others, I agonize over (this music or that? this image or that?). I wonder if I am alone in that? (Elsewhere you referenced our old friend, Zeega, where I think that decision-making was more acute in the process or maybe I misremember).
Love the applause at the end of your video poem. Warranted.
Kevin
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I am glad I cut my teeth on Zeega, a great teacher along with you. The question of artistic decisions is so profound and fun. Thanks for the kind attentions. I would love to fix Zeega if there was interest.
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Wow! This is really lovely, and the music really does drive this composition, doesn’t it?
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My grandmother had a pump organ and would play it for me when I was just small. I loved it and she did too. The breathy closeness of the fuzzy warm notes is what I love about a harmonium, like the velvet warmth of a horse’s nose.