For the past year I've been building a little collection of poems, assembled under the title, Ocean Barber. Mostly, they just sort of sit there. I reopen the documents and poke and tweak and stare. They confuse me and I don't know how best to share them.
I can't help but think they should heard and not seen. Ocean Barber came from a year of muffled thought and paper-thin days that nearly got the best of me. It should sound like someone faintly humming under a pool; like slow reflexes, if they had a sound.
I have recorded a few and put them to video, hoping it will be a good start.
What it wants from lion.mouth on Vimeo.
Watching movies alone from lion.mouth on Vimeo.
Don't be mad from lion.mouth on Vimeo.
Cool idea to put them to hearing, but you are still seeing.
i meant the words should be heard and not seen, but you're right.
well done.