film of the month

The Tree and The Chrysalis

“After an unjust death, there is nothing to say. Nothing at all. As will become plain below.

From the branch of an olive tree, there hung a tiny chrysalis the color of emerald. Tomorrow it would be a butterfly, freed from its cocoon. The tree was happy to see his chrysalis grown, but secretly he wanted to keep her a few more years. As long as she remembers he’d shielded her from gusts, saved her from ants, but tomorrow she would leave to affront predators and poor weather alone. That night, a fire ravaged the forest, and the chrysalis never became a butterfly. At dawn, the ashes cold, the tree stood still, but his heart was charred, scarred by the flames, scarred by grief. Ever since then when a bird alights on the tree, the tree tells it about the chrysalis that never woke up. He pictures her wings spread flitting across a clear blue sky, drunk on nectar and freedom, the discreet witness to our love stories.”

Lose yourself

Her palms are sweaty, knees weak, arms are heavy
There's vomit on her sweater already, mom's spaghetti
She's nervous, but on the surface she looks calm and ready to drop bombs,
But she keeps on forgetting what she wrote down,
The whole crowd goes so loud
She opens her mouth, but the words won't come out
She's choking how, everybody's joking now
The clock's run out, time's up over, bloah!
Snap back to reality, Oh there goes gravity
Oh, there goes Rabbit, she choked
She's so mad, but she won't give up that
Easy, no
She won't have it , she knows her whole back's to these ropes
It don't matter, she's dope
She knows that, but she's broke
She's so stagnant, she knows
When she goes back to her mobile home, that's when it's
Back to the lab again, yo
This whole rhapsody
She better go capture this moment and hope it don't pass her

being eric kvatek

 

 

ada, philis, hsiang and char for my 29th birthday on aug. 3rd @ bedford, brooklyn