October 2010
2 posts
Two of my favourite poems. Oscar Wilde
Her Voice by Oscar Wilde The wild bee reels from bough to bough With his furry coat and his gauzy wing. Now in a lily-cup, and now Setting a jacinth bell a-swing, In his wandering; Sit closer love: it was here I trow I made that vow, Swore that two lives should be like one As long as the sea-gull loved the sea, As long as the sunflower sought the sun,— It shall be,...
Poem videography
Poem i’m contemplating to turn into a video for a multi media piece, although not sure how it could work yet. I’ll do the thinking you do the reading.
Human
In a house so derelict,
Roger sits and thinks about her.
Not only does she not exist but he feels
like a ghost everytime he sits there.
He sits in a turret
almost above the sky
Talking to himself
She’s far away,...