[a stay with a symbolist film maker proves tiresome]
To promenade the lime trees by the seashore, I desire,
for I fade in the villa’s shuttered gloom;
surrounded by Caspian folklore, I’m tired,
by perfume, costume, entombed.
Achingly long scenes, metaphysical themes,
of
childhood, ritual, dream;
the tableaux, the symbols, water, fire, Oh,
best leave before I scream.
I’ll make a way from the Caspian,
from fable, ‘meaning’ and woe.
from samovar, poppy, fascination;
to the mountains I must go.
Crosses, birds, Kaitags, blood,
such a mix, a muddle, I can’t breathe;
and your self-regarding ‘artist' friends
are
boring beyond belief.
Achingly long scenes, metaphysical themes,
of
childhood, ritual, dream;
the tableaux, the symbols, water, fire, Oh,
I’m leaving, before I scream.
I’m making a way from the Caspian,
from fable, ‘meaning’ and woe,
from, fetish, illusion, enchantment;
to the mountains I will go.
And I’ll look down at the twinkling blue,
from clearer air and light;
where cypresses punctuate ochre hills,
I’ll
sing to the trees,
sing to the stream,
sing to the moon
tonight.
Peter Jennings
East Sussex
May 2021
The Music Video of this work is at:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=369f1zoI8HY
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