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Film: The messes we made are my favourite works of art (Iceland 2018)

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I’m filled with no small degree of joy to share this video today! This is a collaboration with one of my best friends Luke. This might sound familiar to some of you, as well it should, as he used my poem OG9A8757.jpg as the text for this video, which he made of a trip we took to Iceland with our friends in July of 2018. Please head to Luke’s website to check out more of his work, as he’s one of the most talented (and severely underrated) photographers and videographers I know. Enjoy!

 

 

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It’s the craziest thing
I woke up this morning and all I could think of
Was your smiles lined up like wheels of cheese
Eyes like river stones in clear sunshine
And hands pulling me up to run with you.

The spray of the waterfall tastes like liquid laughter
It runs down my back and settles at the base of my spine
And giggles through me for the rest of the day.

Storms come galloping towards us
And we feed them apples.

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Lament 139

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There is no god but Cupid
What a villain he is become.
With what vengeance come you,
Why pierce you my heart?
You cannot have it. You cannot give it.

I say this every time you do.

 

 

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My Grandmother’s House

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My grandmother’s house smells of peppermints
And the roasts that squat over the braises
And my grandfather’s cologne
And I am four years old, and she goes outside to feed the birds after dinner
My grandfather is always gardening.

My grandmother’s house smells of bread
Because of the ham sandwiches she always makes us
And my aunt cooks on rainy days
And my sister is ten, and she isn’t allowed near the fire at Christmas
My grandfather takes us on walks every day.

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