“indarkplaces: Sean Harris at the Gym”

Thanks for reminding me I had this one :) It's from years ago when he was working on DUFE in NYC.

Unfortunately, its an edited version not the entire film. The short film is about 9 minutes long. Some of the best parts are missing from this edited cut. It was cut to fit the time slot on Random Acts. Hopefully they will post the entire film online soon. ♡

I can’t wait to see Sean’s Macduff next Wednesday at BFI Southbank in London!

It's on the Blu-ray which is waiting for me when I get home from London tomorrow.

Since you ask, most days I cannot remember.

I walk in my clothing, unmarked by that voyage.   

Then the almost unnameable lust returns.

Even then I have nothing against life.

I know well the grass blades you mention,   

the furniture you have placed under the sun.

But suicides have a special language.

Like carpenters they want to know which tools.

They never ask why build.

Twice I have so simply declared myself,   

have possessed the enemy, eaten the enemy,  

have taken on his craft, his magic.

In this way, heavy and thoughtful,   

warmer than oil or water,

I have rested, drooling at the mouth-hole.

I did not think of my body at needle point.

Even the cornea and the leftover urine were gone.

Suicides have already betrayed the body.

Still-born, they don’t always die, but dazzled, they can’t forget a drug so sweet 

that even children would look on and smile.

To thrust all that life under your tongue!— that, all by itself, becomes a passion.   

Death’s a sad bone; bruised, you’d say,

and yet she waits for me, year after year,   

to so delicately undo an old wound,   

to empty my breath from its bad prison.

Balanced there, suicides sometimes meet, 

raging at the fruit a pumped-up moon,   

leaving the bread they mistook for a kiss,

leaving the page of the book carelessly open,