HAND HELD

HAND HELD

fast moving need
to be so
fast-
moving

to shoot the world
better go
hand-held

bounce along
go with the slow
cut fast and loose
let the scene
take you

where
it needs to take you

infectious, frenetic
cannot stop to
take a breath
(going Luc
Godard already)

unless Steadicam Kubrick
is more your
insane
dream, more your
something not
quite right
about this cup of tea

the gravity that drags us
pulling stuff, shapes,
ghosts
beings up
out
of nowhere

as the architecture of place
changes
before our eyes

caught in
surreal rush and terminal
maestro sway

MONKEY BUSINESS

MONKEY BUSINESS

’68, year of the Monkey
what if there were
no Space Odyssey

no Moonwatcher to watch
the students of the Sorbonne
turn France
upside-down

overhead, somehow lost
in the inaccessible recesses
Overlook labyrinth
of HAL’S digital memory,

there is no
continuity error in space
no ninety degree offset
in every planetary alignment

no fabulous match cut,
best there
has ever been

and incredible other
incredible leap by
the Kubrick imagination

Star Child spawned of monolith
floating back
from Jupiter down to
our so shabby planet

to tell us
that the cosmos is our
mirror and our future

written
as if on a screen by
end of
the journey, last self
our evolution

pure promise of our becoming
true
immaculate machine