Nature

In English the burning city / Hecuba dreams in my hand // Come man with cup / and hard-luck pitch // Upstream the brunch rush / shines upon our heads

On occasion of Sniadecki’s current project, A Shape of Things to Come, the two filmmakers trade insights on “sensorial cinema” and working with reclusive desert-dwelling subjects.

Yunes were human once. / They nursed babies and baked bread and made love beneath the shade of the willow tree. / Then they were drowned in the bog on the edge of town. / The marshlands kept them flawless. / Their skin tanned tight as a drum skin, sealing their spirits inside like caged dogs.
With Nigella Sativa, we arrive at midnight together, to the intimacy that can come from mass hysteria.

The artist talks about reduced attention spans, nature, and being separated from our electronic devices.

Vast plates shifted littler ones / with constant sounds and heat terrible / Then there was a cleft and so a river
Leonard changed lanes without using his blinker, as was his habit.
