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| Dream 3: Sleeping Beauty (Gemma) | |
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| Blogger | VoyBoy |
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| Date Posted | February 9th, 2007 |
| URL | revver.com |
| Description | Who Says RIP And Means It?
Gemma Gemma on the wall...Anne Sexton would have told your story best of all. |
| Location(s) | {{{location}}} |
| YouTube Tags | LG15 lonelygirl15 daniel danielbeast order opaphid storm castle fight back police with mercy for the greedy anne sexton |
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| Next | "Dream 1" |
Dream 3: Sleeping Beauty (Gemma) is the third blog in the Dreams from the Breeniverse video series.
Transcript
Text: Dream 3 ... Sleeping Beauty
(Shot of a church with a skull image over it)
Anne Sexton: Concerning your letter in which you ask me to call a priest
(Shot of Jesus being crucified, then zooms out to the chapel of a church)
Anne Sexton: And in which you ask me to wear The Cross that you enclose
(Shot of Gemma talking)
Anne Sexton: Your own cross. Your dog-bitten cross.
(A shot of a strand of pearls in a jewlery box)
Anne Sexton: No larger than a thumb.
(Shots of random letters and numbers. Then a shot of OpAphid opening her eyes)
Anne Sexton: Small and wooden, no thorns, this rose
(Shot of an angel statue in what appears to be a graveyard. Zooms out to people under umbrellas standing around a coffin.)
Anne Sexton: I pray to its shadow. That gray place. Where it lies on your letter... deep, deep.
(Shot of Gemma walking in an alley)
Anne Sexton: I detest my sins.
(More random letters and numbers appear on the screen. Then cuts to a close up of a person's hand)
Anne Sexton: And I try to believe in The Cross. I touch its tender hips, its dark jawed face, its solid neck.
(Kaleidoscope image)
Anne Sexton: Its brown sleep.
(Scenes of Jesus being crucified)
Anne Sexton: True. There is a beautiful Jesus. He is frozen to his bones like a chunk of beef. How desperately he wants to pull his arms in! How desperately I touch his vertical and horizontal axes.
(Scene of the angel in the graveyard again')
Anne Sexton: But, I can't. Need is not quite belief. All morning long, I have worn your cross.
(Shot of Gemma climbing over a brick wall)
Anne Sexton: Hung with package string around my throat.
(Gemma walking down the alley with Tachyon's target over her chest.)
Anne Sexton: It tapped me lightly as a child's heart might, tapping secondhand, softly waiting to be born. Ruth, I cherish the letter you wrote.
(Gemma mimes the OPAPHID anagram.)
Anne Sexton: My friend, my friend. I was born doing reference work in sin
(OpAphid logo appears. Shot of Gemma walking down the street in California with Lucy.)
Anne Sexton: And born confessing it. That is what poems are:
(Gemma standing in front of a brick wall, then Gemma on a pay phone.)
Anne Sexton: With mercy for the greedy.
(Shot from the prospective of a person taking a down escalator.)
Anne Sexton: They are the tongue's ramble.
(Close up of Gemma's eye.)
Anne Sexton: The world's pottage
(Close up of Tachyon's eye.)
Anne Sexton: The raths star.
