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Certainly interesting to reread. The title evokes Samuel Beckett's work with the same name & I wonder whether I should regard yours as a scenario or a prose poem, or both. Can you imagine anyone filming it? Barry On Wed, 9 Apr 2014 13:04:25 +0100, Lawrence Upton <[log in to unmask]> wrote: >*Film* > >a man opens a door in the side of his head; a little steam floats in the >cavity; pipes within the skull shine patchily, clouded by condensation; a >healthy-looking seagull on a patio; a small black ant walks across a table, >examining bread crumbs; a helicopter is audible but not visible; the man >closes the door soundlessly; he opens it again; Warning, he says, warning, >the voice not quite synchronised with the movement of the jaw. Have some >bread. Warning, he says, warning; the jaws make exactly the same simplistic >movements as before. Have some bread; the jaws do not move at all; the >seagull is looking at the observer sidewaysly; the door in the side of the >head swings although there is no wind; a piece of cotton wool rolls across >the patio; it is ignored by the gull after brief examination; the valley is >full of flying birds; in the back of the swinging door is the garden in >reverse, reflected. Warning, he says, warning, his voice croaky, his >expression rigid; he stands erect, moving his angular arm stiffly to close >his head once more; but its door starts to move jerkily on its silent >hinges and his body fidgets; the arm and hand assembly take no account of >this movement and seek to intersect the head door where it had been; only a >faint mark of steam dissipating in that air remains and is immediately >dispersed by the flailing fingers at the end of the misplaced hand and arm; >the door closes and the fidgeting ceases, leaving the figure bent, >distorted, in the act of completing an action which is incomprehensible to >the observer, the observer having its own behavioural categories