The Visitor ~ Specters II


Curated by tz1MTJiAUnY3WmkLUHyZufe3zbp2wnvv7w19
Sep 3, 2024 at 5:44 PM

I’ve been thinking of specters of late, their presence in our lives, what are they here for? What do they want? Or are they really just a fragment of us? Something felt different this year, A visitor brought a specter which never left, And it grew and grew and grew, Until the whole garden was subsumed; With a light from the spirit, Which glowed like music, And glistened everything with it, The air felt different, Reflections off the window shine brilliant, The very ground tingled between my toes, Frost was all broken, Engraved his name in the snow, The smile on his face was radiant and changed, When he spoke it drew blood from a stone. I could hardly believe it was the voice of a man, Though the day felt longer, we all grew younger, And sticky sap from blackberries dripped, The garden felt different this year. I heard laughter from the shadows; “Follow me I’m over here!” ~ Laurence Fuller, 2024 Cinematic poetry by Laurence Fuller. Minted for FakeWhale's "Art Market" exhibition. Original poetry, performance, sound, AI cinematics by @laurencefuller laurencefuller.art
I’ve been thinking of specters of late, their presence in our lives, what are they here for? What do they want? Or are they really just a fragment of us? Something felt different this year, A visitor brought a specter which never left, And it grew and grew and grew, Until the whole garden was subsumed; With a light from the spirit, Which glowed like music, And glistened everything with it, The air felt different, Reflections off the window shine brilliant, The very ground tingled between my toes, Frost was all broken, Engraved his name in the snow, The smile on his face was radiant and changed, When he spoke it drew blood from a stone. I could hardly believe it was the voice of a man, Though the day felt longer, we all grew younger, And sticky sap from blackberries dripped, The garden felt different this year. I heard laughter from the shadows; “Follow me I’m over here!” ~ Laurence Fuller, 2024 Cinematic poetry by Laurence Fuller. Minted for FakeWhale's "Art Market" exhibition. Original poetry, performance, sound, AI cinematics by @laurencefuller laurencefuller.art
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