198 Image-Content of the Day 2018/09/09
198 Image-Content of the Day 2018/09/09 of-by patrick wey https://blog.patrickwey.com/category/image-content-of-the-day Something i did in the 90's....... Crow Space is a Surreal Documentary of the Life and Times of a Crow(Rosetta) in the late and early part of this millenium...shot with stills and manipulated, sandwiched all with 35mm film slides. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=g088qlHn1-g
Patrick Wey
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=g088qlHn1-g
Crow Space
Silently the crow spoke on a shore of babbling tongue Silver black against a weary sky sound beyond the ear still upon the soul “there is a way into this just along this crooked trail ask the snake at the end, the gate she’ll tell you what you need to know be patient don’t be late”
The door folded across a broken lake the sky dead in a ditch nothing was the way it was everything in a twist my spirit searched, it soared upon this jagged trail There were cars, boats, planes dreams out of control synthetic sex, tv internet crippling side effects a whole universe, a mess inside this show
Down under, the red sand eyes wide ready across the dunes something from the shadow stretched across the sky like a blanket, hovering another side four long truths circled to the centre i was crow blue as the blackest night
There is so much to say so little time i quenched, i hopped i could see there was no point no telling what the trickster hides inside i could see clear as if for the first time it is all a test
Now flying my wings tough against the wind like a frozen lake smashed against the sky far below i could see myself like a past upon a path yelling up, watch that fake glass a barrier to the other side
All those dreams on a long slow train this steady hum of track and steel rollin headin south
The vision, the focus all those lives all those hills all my future squashed all past pushed along this rail
My eyes closed wings stretched to distance claws clenched upon the edge time come space leave fly for evermore evermore crow
The crow hidden like a shadow in a misty night hush of windy woods darkness in the silence a dream a vision from long long ago the world before the test of time an old crow lived and is living still.