I watched a French film recently The Green Perfume. It was fun in a Hitchcock-like way. But from the start I had a feeling of Deja Vu, that I had seen the film before, I realised that I had not because it was only released in 2022. Yet each new scene seemed familiar. In the end I gave up worrying and just watched the film. It led to this poem.
just as the lights dimmed
deja vu wandered in
occupied the seat next to his
and from the opening credits
provoked split second echoes from the future
playing his emotional responses like a kipper
[a fish you could never make swim]
how he worried about these instant memories
that he could not place in the fabric of his life
eventually he gave up trying to
and just let the film roll over him
This is one of the poems I've been working on lately and I am not sure it's the definitive version. I'm attempting to get that feeling of rolling with the flow in response to events beyond control. Watch this space.
Just before Christmas I got a couple of cds by Sachal Vasandani and Romain Collin and I can't stop playing them. The interplay between the voice and the piano is exquisite.
Until next time.