A filmpoem based on a poem by Jo Bell.
‘The Water Doesn’t Move, the Past Does’ is a filmpoem based on a poem by Ian McMillan.
Daurk nicht, smuith swaws, wund’s pine,
A peedie bait wannerin awa –
Sey, watter, the lave o my wizzen.
Let her new river shine on a day
That is fresh and glittering and contemporary;
Let it be true to itself and to its origins
Inventive, original, philosophical
River names are the oldest,
/ the first things in a landscape.
/ So many times they simply mean The Water.
/ And the ones we…
The blood / of the fish / becoming / the blood / of the bear.
So hushed, so hot, the broad Zambesi lies
/ Above the Falls, and on her weedy isles
/ Swing antic monkeys swarm malignant…
extract from ‘Falls of Clyde’, part of the the poem ‘Clyde’
/ Where ancient Corehouse hangs above the stream,
/ And far…
Flow gently, sweet Afton, among thy green braes,
/ Flow gently, I’ll sing thee a song in thy praise;
/ My Mary’s asleep by…
suddenly spring –
/ my heart and the river,
/ full to bursting
The unreal image doubles and the steps
/ in the dense sunlight are carried by darker tones.