Many congratulations to Susanne Wiegner for winning the CYCLOP International Video Poetry Competition 2015 with “The Light — The Shade”.
Director: Susanne Wiegner. Poet: Robert Lax. [07:07], Germany.
I very much enjoyed judging this competition. Congratulations to Susanne, and to all who entered.
The Groucho Club
Sunday 13 December 2015, 3pm and 6pm
[N.B. DATE CHANGE from Sunday 6 December]
films about love / armchair seating / a glass of wine
A curated selection of short film artworks exploring the theme of LOVE, chosen for their alignment with poetic structures and experiences, and with the visual, verbal and aural languages of poetry in various forms.
+ featuring live poetry readings by various poets from Eyewear
Publishing on the theme of love.
Part of BFI LOVE, in partnership with Plusnet, this programme is supported by Film Hub London, managed by Film London and proud to be a partner of the BFI Film Audience Network. bfi.org.uk/love
Tickets for the 3pm screening (includes armchair and a glass of wine)
Tickets for the 6pm screening (includes armchair and a glass of wine)
The bomb will explode in the bar at twenty past one.
Now it’s only sixteen minutes past.
Some will still have time to enter,
some to leave.
The terrorist’s already on the other side.
That distance protects him from all harm
and well it’s like the pictures:
A woman in a yellow jacket, she enters.
A man in dark glasses, he leaves.
Boys in jeans, they’re talking.
Sixteen minutes past and four seconds.
The smaller one he’s lucky, mounts his scooter,
but the taller chap he walks in.
Seventeen minutes and forty seconds.
A girl, she walks by, a green ribbon in her hair.
But that bus suddenly hides her.
Eighteen minutes past.
The girl’s disappeared.
Was she stupid enough to go in, or wasn’t she.
We shall see when they bring out the bodies.
Nineteen minutes past.
No one else appears to be going in.
On the other hand, a fat bald man leaves.
But seems to search his pockets and
at ten seconds to twenty past one
he returns to look for his wretched gloves.
It’s twenty past one.
Time, how it drags.
Surely, it’s now.
No, not quite.
The bomb, it explodes.
Taken from “Sounds Feelings Thoughts: Seventy Poems” by Wislawa Szymborska, trans. Adam Czermiawski
I have been invited to participate in a roundtable discussion at the CYCLOP Video Poetry Festival on 21 November 2015 in Kiev (Ukraine) about the past, present and future of poetry films. The panel will also include Thomas Zandegiacomo (Germany), Piotr Bosacki (Poland), Artur Punte (Latvia) and others. The full festival programme is below.