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“ILLIAD”: A Cinematic Poem Short Film Directed By Austin Alexander And Carl Johnson (2017)

“ILLIAD”: A Cinematic Poem Short Film Performed and Directed By Austin Alexander And Carl Johnson.

Written, Performed and Directed by: Austin Alexander

Filmed and Co-Directed by: Carl Ray Johnson

Illiad Cinematic Performance Poem Short Film Written and Directed by Austin Alexander 2017

“ILL POETRY” reflects upon the shortness of life and the transcendent value of living it for oneself, as opposed to those & that which may control us.

The poetry featured in this video is an excerpt from a very special film project entitled “ILL” that is currently being developed by Austin Alexander in partnership with Gary Goldman & Saul Williams.”

Illiad Cinematic Performance Poem Short Film Written and Directed by Austin Alexander 2017

“Illiad” by Austin Alexander

Every living last one of us,
Brother sister soul and son of us
Will cross the river Styx and leave a story told by some of us
But the tragedy in life,
Is not in that which ends us
Rather, gravity’s spite commends us,
Complements and then condemns us
One hand digs the grave
As the other one defends us
Thus our flesh be made a fortress till the earth regain these corpses.
Painting portraits of our prime enforces fate to fade and forfeit,
For it defines our spine to stand and face the grave before it
We are torrent…
We pour life but don’t procure it
Though we ensure it by our deeds
Indeed we bleed to see our tales received by masses past our passage
We are but only passing plastic mortals asking to be perceived as everlasting
As if the last thing we breathed was
“Please proceed to feed within our fasting”
For we need more than bread alone to live,
When dead and gone we only did,
But what a long time led to not have lived
Beyond the cogs of cognitive construct and conative conduct
We living are love struck and fleeting…
Not seeing the belief in our being to be more, begs of breeding
False gods competing for life’s finest meaning,
And they are cheating conceited council deceiving our souls to concede
By simply selling us goals we perceive to be needing and we play the roles but
They are those leading
So this is me reading
The palms of our poems…
I see vultures pluck the puppet’s eyes,
Once strung and hung by neck and thighs to lords of lies, immortalized
By those that made these mortal ties
We chose our fatal sure demise
And I know why we try to deny these lives.
Because until people can feel equal, they will never really be full
Satisfied or peaceful, gratified and gleeful
Therefore life is lethal living needful in the valley of deceitful
I see people die consumed by consuming while presuming they feed us
But the fatal flaw in fact was feeling finances freed us
Only to find out we cheat us, beat us, abuse and mistreat us.
When we compete to complete us, we then proceed to recede us,
Depleting by eating thus feeding defeating us
Such exceedingly tedious acts of misleading us
Are all facts of life that are tragically meaningless
And we’re not needing this sickness
That’s been expressed and witnessed
In excessive obsessed and abstract addictions…
The abscess of that which has reached its transition
To known fact from fiction
Now, in fact, efficiently ILLing us, chilling, drilling then filling us
With heads full of dreadful detestable silliness
And my friends… this is killing us
So expect nothingness in death from life
Unless you guessed to let excellence preset the exodus
Be living testaments
Then commence to test thine eminence for all of the relevant evidence
Live in deliberate elegant reverence
Give and deliver your spell to the elements
Tell them in eloquence
Say that you are living intelligence!
So as for what you leave unto this earth…
Let it be more than simply skeletons.

Illiad Cinematic Performance Poem Short Film Written and Directed by Austin Alexander 2017

Website: https://www.austinalexander.com/poetry

 

“Othello Prologue”: A Cinematic Poem Short Film Featuring Hip Hop Shakespeare’s Lorianne Tika-Lemba Directed By Greg Hackett (2012)

A Cinematic Poem Short Film featuring Hip Hop Shakespeare Peer Leader, Lorianne Tika-Lemba (Lori Analytical), performing for The Hip Hop Shakespeare Sessions.

Filmed and Directed by:  Greg Hackett

Edited by:  Tim Swaby
Audio recording:  Lavar Bullard
Produced by:  Spindle Productions for the Hip Hop Shakespeare company May 2012.

Websites:  http://www.hiphopshakespeare.com/site/

http://www.spindleproductions.co.uk/

 

“Pass On”: Cinematic Performance Poetry By Michael Lee (2012)

Written and Performed by:  Michael Lee

Directed by:  Josh Thacker

“Pass On”

When searching for the lost remember 8 things.
1.
We are vessels.
We are rooms.
We are so much less important than the things inside of us.
We are circuit boards
swallowing the electricity of life upon birth.
It wheels through us creating every moment,
the pulse of a story, the soft hums of labor and love.
In our last moment it will come rushing
from our chests and be given back to the wind.
When we die. We go everywhere.

 

2.
Newton said energy is neither created nor destroyed.
In the halls of my middle school I can still hear
my friend Stephen singing his favorite song.
In the gymnasium I can still hear
the way he dribbled that basketball like it was a mallet
and the earth was a xylophone.
With an ear to the Atlantic I can hear
the Titanic’s band playing her to sleep,
Music. Wind. Music. Wind.
If you listen to the wind and don’t hear a thousand years of music, you’re not listening hard enough.

3.
The day my grandfather passed away there was the strongest wind,
I could feel his gentle hands blowing away from me.
I knew then they were off to find someone
who needed them more than I did.
On average 1.8 people on earth die every second.
There is always a gust of wind somewhere.

4.
The day Stephen was murdered
everything that made us love him rushed from his knife wounds
as though his chest were an auditorium
his life an audience leaving single file.
Every ounce of him has been
wrapping around this world in a windstorm
I have been looking for him for 9 years.

5.
Our bodies are nothing more than hosts to a collection of brilliant things.
When someone dies I do not weep over polaroids or belongings,
I begin to look for the lightning that has left them,
I feel out the strongest breeze and take off running.

6.
After 9 years I found Stephen.
I passed a basketball court in Boston
the point guard dribbled like he had a stadium roaring in his palms
Wilt Chamberlain pumping in his feet,
his hands flashing like x-rays,
a cross-over, a wrap-around
rewinding, turn-tables cracking open,
camera-men turn flash bulbs to fireworks.
Seven games and he never missed a shot,
his hands were luminous.
Pulsing. Pulsing.
I asked him how long he’d been playing,
he said nine 9 years

7.
The theory of six degrees of separation
was never meant to show how many people we can find,
it was a set of directions for how to find the people we have
lost.

I found your voice Stephen,
found it in a young boy in Michigan who was always singing,
his lungs flapping like sails
I found your smile in Australia,
a young girls teeth shining like the opera house in your neck,
I saw your one true love come to life on the asphalt of Boston.

8.
We are not created or destroyed,
we are constantly transferred, shifted and renewed.
Everything we are is given to us.
Death does not come when a body is too exhausted to live
Death comes, because the brilliance inside us can only be contained for so long.
We do not die. We pass on, pass on the lightning burning through our throats.
when you leave me I will not cry for you
I will run into the strongest wind I can find
and welcome you home.