darling deer: for mortal vitality & vital mortality
A stop motion animation experimentation in reverence and exploration of life and death. thoughts on what I/we might want and really really want in duration of my/our body's (Brief? Extended? Realtive?) period of animation.
mortal vitality - vital mortality
animation and music made by brescia birdthroat bloodbeard (a.k.a. nember reid)
'Cause Someday You Will Die
and the Truth is that So Will I
And Our bodies will Decay
and that's Really Okay.
But While I still inhabit this here body........
With inspiration from excepts of Mary Oliver's Poem
mortal vitality - vital mortality
animation and music made by brescia birdthroat bloodbeard (a.k.a. nember reid)
'Cause Someday You Will Die
and the Truth is that So Will I
And Our bodies will Decay
and that's Really Okay.
But While I still inhabit this here body........
With inspiration from excepts of Mary Oliver's Poem
"Morning Poem" (1986)
Every morning
the world
is created.
Under the orange
sticks of the sun
the heaped
ashes of the night
turn into leaves again
and fasten themselves to the high branches ---
and the ponds appear
like black cloth
on which are painted islands
of summer lilies.
If it is your nature
to be happy
you will swim away along the soft trails
for hours, your imagination
alighting everywhere.
And if your spirit
carries within it
the thorn
that is heavier than lead ---
if it's all you can do
to keep on trudging ---
there is still
somewhere deep within you
a beast shouting that the earth
is exactly what it wanted ---
each pond with its blazing lilies
is a prayer heard and answered
lavishly,
every morning,
whether or not
you have ever dared to be happy,
whether or not
you have ever dared to pray.
the world
is created.
Under the orange
sticks of the sun
the heaped
ashes of the night
turn into leaves again
and fasten themselves to the high branches ---
and the ponds appear
like black cloth
on which are painted islands
of summer lilies.
If it is your nature
to be happy
you will swim away along the soft trails
for hours, your imagination
alighting everywhere.
And if your spirit
carries within it
the thorn
that is heavier than lead ---
if it's all you can do
to keep on trudging ---
there is still
somewhere deep within you
a beast shouting that the earth
is exactly what it wanted ---
each pond with its blazing lilies
is a prayer heard and answered
lavishly,
every morning,
whether or not
you have ever dared to be happy,
whether or not
you have ever dared to pray.
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