the Sun is my gOd.

the Moon : my gOddess.

Manhattan : my first lOve.

& Brooklyn :

my hOme.

ODE TO THE BROOKLYN EARN

In unity, there is strength.

searching for authenticity

poetry is a waste of time

time is of the essence

the essence of success

.the cessation of

time

PROGRESS

flushed away

poetry's vitality

the cesspool of reality

YOU MUST SUCCEED

by any means necessary

the means justify the ends

until the end of time

all in good time

faster

than a speeding bullet

ride the

(rail)

against the machine

deus ex machina

denouement

close shave

rinse and repeat

and repeat

a to b to a to b to c to b to a

lulled back to sleep

stay gold

phony boy

you must take the J train

for the best morning commute

into Manhattan

the french aristocracy

never saw it coming either

letting everyone down would be

my greatest unhappiness

make em laugh

don't you know everyone

wants to laugh

.Ha.Ha.

let's put a smile on that

(face)

.the music.

obligatory

encore

they are watching

open your eyes

they didn't know real love

could look like this too

maybe everything is fiction

it's better to burn out

than to fade away

Poetry is sculpture,

not interior decoration,

and must come from

the poet's head.

heart.

.all there is.

Often enough,

the killing will be done so without style or sincerity,

the matador making as little of it

as he can in order to decrease

its importance,

that the spectator will have no idea of the emotion and the spectacle that a properly killed bull will give.

(bellows)

The trumpet of a prophecy!

O Wind, if Winter comes,

can Spring be far behind?

The light wraps you

in its immortal flame,

abstracted pale mourner,

filled with the lives of fire,

pure heirs to the ruined day.

Love me, companion.

Do not forsake me.

Follow me -

but my words become

stained with your love.

.you occupy everything,

you occupy everything.

Clasping my arms

like a climbing plant

the leaves garnered your voice,

that was slow and at peace.

Bonfire of awe in which

my thirst is burning.

Let your deep eyes close.

There the night flutters.

Ah your body,

a frightened statue,

naked.

Your breast is enough for my heart,

and my wings for your freedom.

What was sleeping above your soul will rise out of my mouth to heaven.

Here all the winds let go sooner

or later,

.all of them.

You are here.

I love you.

Kadosh

kadosh

to the rising sun.

Green

is the land of my ode, green and fertile.

(montage of brooklyn playgrounds overrun.bursting at the seams)

Little town in the woods,

how do you find me --

charged

with the earthly body of man

or with his words and deeds?

I will not give birth to a child

to bear the burden of my life.

The journey hasn't yet begun,

the road hasn't ended -

so let us go the highest mural

(wrap around mural)

Green and high

is the land of my ode -

the words of God at dawn.

Hold onto the hope that I bring you.

Let us take a walk through time.

(wind through Danielle's hair)

In every wind

a woman teases

her poet.

Take this ode

if you wish.

I have nothing

in it

but you.

(to the moon)

Between writing and speech

a star will fall.

What wind brought you here?

Tell me the name of your wound.

Beauty leads me to the beautiful,

and I love your love unchained

by its essence and attributes.

Beauty is truth, truth beauty--

that is all ye know on earth,

and all ye need to know.

I am my own double.

(pickle tubbers)

Rhythm is not the creation of words, but of two bodies become one

in a long night.

Young girl,

what has

desire

done to

you?

The wind

refines us.

.carries us

like autumn's scent.

On my walking stick,

(peach to peach)

you ripen and ripen -

(pan to rest of market)

but the earth is a feast.

(spot of blood)

This is my language,

this sound

is the twinge of my blood.

(flip through notebook)

- write to be -

(flip through books)

- read to find -

(up to you)

If you wish to speak,

you must take action.

Thus your opposing pair becomes

one

in the meaning.

(shh)

The transparent one within you

is your ode.

I need a dolla. dolla

dolla.

is what I need.

(not our size)

In exchange, let me contemplate

the stars.

(to god)

You cannot trap the immortal.

So do with us and with yourself whatever you wish.

(globe)

I wish to live.

I have work to do

on this bit of geography.

(360 view)

I want to live here as if I am forever, burning with lust for the unknown.

I have work to do

for the eternal presence

of today.

(in pursuit of magic/j to crescent church)

What use is Spring, if it does not bring joy to the dead.restore life?

That is one way to solve

the riddle of poetry.

Share in the passion of night.

steal along the language of desire, where earth and heaven merge

within.

(subway goers)

Relax.

Perhaps you are

exhausted today.

Who am I

that you should

pay me a visit?

Do you have time

to consider my poem?

.come with me while

I start my brief visit to

space

and

time.

(snap of lighter black to scene)

Green

is the land of my ode

green and high.

(close up puff.exhale.puff.exhale.)

- pass -

.Abbey.Abbey.Abbey.

(my fingers enter)

(i almost exist)

I will dream.

(myth)

myth has already taken place a plot within the real.

My present, like my future,

is with me.

(last 0:11 of manifesto)

The dream has untied my wings.

LIBERTY

is not to be as they want us to be

but to enlarge our home.

to carry on our everlasting song.

(pigeon flock)

The greatest absurdity is that nothing is new and time is past.

I've had enough yesterdays;

what I need is a tomorrow.

The mind is nothing

but smoke -

let it be lost!

The heart is our guide.

(walking the rainbow path)

Be what we are: vigorous creatures fully immersed in the physical world.

In us is poetry.

energy.

joy.

(bird taking off)

.leaP.

.hold on to this.

If children are verbs,

then

please

let

Mahmoud Darwish, Pablo Neruda, Brian Doyle, Ernest Hemingway

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