October 11, 2011 in families
Tags: film poem, iPhone 8mm app
This was lovely, Vaq. I had trouble hearing you, but I don’t know if that was my computer or not. Still, this was terrific.
P.S. I am jealous of all you light and airy-voiced women.
Oh yeah. I like the way it turns near the end – about how not all recognitions of this sort are pleasant, or reassuring.
MRD: I listened to this on headphones and the sound was fine, but I bet it would be hard to hear on tinny laptop speakers. Like ambient techno!
The heart’s gestures, to say the deeper ones sitting beneath the ego, leave me wondering as well Vaquero. My best friend asked me today “do you think we are worse now than when we were in high school?” I thought, probably the same with more experience to inference personality from. Our gestures are buried under the guise of an adult world, simply orbiting an unconscious clock for a chance when we might call on our emotions. Those emotions were bittersweet in closure.
This resonates on so many levels. The movement of our bodies, conscious or unconscious as a language-gestures seem to be a sort of ritual that comforts us. People as mirrors, and reflections – the body has memory. We imitate our first smile. We imitate hands on hips or funny faces. Pushing hair behind an ear. I very much like the unspoken reverence.
Thank you very much. A few people have told me they can’t hear it, so I pasted in the words on the information area of the YouTube video. So you can read them! Easy!
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