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This is a ‘two culture’ film that seeks to escape corridors.
I would like to dedicate this film to Dee.
An older film of mine walks in darker corridors:
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Dearest Peter,
This dedication and your kind words meant the world to me at a very bad time, especially coming from a more sun-lit corridor no-one should find themselves trapped in by trust, and especially coming from you.
Poem for an inspirational Scottish Wild Iris as a thank you, Aye:
The Wild Iris
Louise Gluck
At the end of my suffering
there was a door.
Hear me out: that which you call death
I remember.
Overhead, noises, branches of the pine shifting.
Then nothing. The weak sun
flickered over the dry surface.
It is terrible to survive
as consciousness
buried in the dark earth.
Then it was over: that which you fear, being
a soul and unable
to speak, ending abruptly, the stiff earth
bending a little. And what I took to be
birds darting in low shrubs.
You who do not remember
passage from the other world
I tell you I could speak again: whatever
returns from oblivion returns
to find a voice:
from the center of my life came
a great fountain, deep blue
shadows on azure seawater.