Condition of Fire is a film by Alastair Cook based on seven poems from poet J.L. Williams’ debut collection.
Tha obair cealla na chùis-iongnaidh,
gràsan Dhè gun stad a’ taomadh;
bheir sinn ùmhlachd dhan a’ chealla,
tha làn de mhìorbhailean matha.
Smaller than you imagined.
More like your idea of a dog’s.
You cup it softly. Your thumb fidgets
over the fissure of a temporal lobe.
sometimes what I’d love
is to put an end to poems
Folded card work
I lost my shoes on Rachel St.
/ Head lolled back to rest
/ against a pillow of the Mont
/ kiss the foot of the…
My sisters, the time has come
/ to let your hair grow long and wild and grey,
/ to cast away the heated rollers…
for my son
/ O my heart is the unlucky heir of the ages
/ And my body is unwillingly the secret agent
/ Of my…
I dock the dead, the damaged and diseased;
/ the gnarled and dry come tumbling from the heights
/ until I stand knee-deep…
I join the usual coven in the pool, ladies past
a certain age, warming up their tonsils.
I have, I think, most organs that
/ I started with. Some shaped by time
/ foreshortened, elongated, dulled.
/ I keep at bay…
Who can gauge our range or pace? Every woman, / a signal tower, an illusion, a ship bearing dead ahead.