Bill Morrison, 2003, 8 min (footage from “The Bells”, 1926.)
“…setting precedence for the future of film.” S.C. Shaw
I walked into the cave at Lascaux and it had been swallowed by a flood,
then optically printed.
Decomposing sienna nitrate emerged from a volcanic reflection
or from thick diluvian mud.
Wagons and women in braids, solders in epaulets, were seeking out the sunset through Dustbowl ruination, waving grasses, blanched watermarks, crusted menisci from earthen tidal waves.
Now calm, leaving a territory of bubbles and veins on animal back,
brackish silent film stars waded.