Durégesis #1: Afternoons, After Agriculture

(Being one in a series of animatics / animations in anticipation of [out of nothing] #7, “time ⊕ (nothing ⇒ but)”; forthcoming, Fall / Winter 2013.)

it is part of the history of the people in the region that they lack density

an idée fixe
that planes

I was loved once

the little old lady carried
the present

the dosage bodes no cloud

the little old lady carried
the present,
with both hands, down the street

the squat shrubs and dustiness of the street behind her looked familiar

(dregs twas beautiful once)

though I can say with certainty that place no longer exists

I was loved once

an idée fixe
that planes the flat
air to a
fine finish

but one can only bluff one’s
self for so long

instead of bringing her attention
to the moment she was in

each breath a parasite
spends all its usefulness attached to her body

to the moment she was in &
I fell in love with her     for only a few minutes

I was loved once

one can only bluff

the history of the people

with time, I’m sure I could spell something complicated out

(Stills: Jeanne Dielman, 23 Quai du Commerce, 1080 Bruxelles; dir., Chantal Akerman; 1975.)

(Voices: various authors; [out of nothing] #7, “time ⊕ (nothing ⇒ but)”; forthcoming, Fall / Winter 2013.)



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