Deeper than sleep but not so deep as death
I lay there dreaming and my magic head
remembered and forgot. On first cry I
remembered and forgot and did believe.
I knew love and I knew evil:
woke to the burning song and the tree burning blind,
despair of our days and the calm milk-giver who
knows sleep, knows growth, the sex of fire and grass,
renewal of all waters and the time of the stars
and the black snake with gold bones.
Black sleeps, gold burns; on second cry I woke
fully and gave to feed and fed on feeding.
Gold seed, green pain, my wizards in the earth
walked through the house, black in the morning dark.
Shadows grew in my veins, my bright belief,
my head of dreams deeper than night and sleep.
Voices of all black animals crying to drink,
cries of all birth arise, simple as we,
found in the leaves, in clouds and dark, in dream,
deep as this hour, ready again to sleep.
So for the poem project, I will be taking a more psychological approach.
I will base the video on the above poem- “Night Feeding,” written by Muriel Rukeyser.
The movie will be either predominantly or entirely in black and white.
The video will follow a girl at the end of the day. She is about to go to bed.
The “narration” that is the poem will begin as she is falling asleep. This will mark a sort of transition between the real world and her subconscious.
When her eyes close and she is clearly asleep, a figure appears next to the bed.
This figure wears all black clothing, however its head and hands are covered in old bandages.
This character follows the girl through the house but she does not seem to notice it.
It is unclear who or what the figure is. He seems to be some sort of burden that she has come to live with.
Filming will take place next weekend at my Aunt’s home. It is a very old farmhouse, and the location of the “predictability” video (the one with the dogs).
The mystery figure will be an actor wearing a costume. I will make the costume over the course of this week.
Very good I look forward to seeing it in narrative film form
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