L did you eat a lot of cheese last night-it's like one of those dreams any
horses eyes being slashed ?no ants coming out of hands Sutton seagulls we
could use cheers P are you making starring in this film?
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From: Poetryetc: poetry and poetics [mailto:[log in to unmask]] On
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Sent: 09 April 2014 13:04
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Subject: Film
*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
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