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The Dead Factory

I made this a few years ago and thought i’d re-post it here on my blog, Enjoy !!

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3 responses

  1. Everytime I watch this, H. Poswiatowska’s poem comes to my mind:

    „ (…) you have left
    I have left
    gone we are
    and that whisper above
    it’s the wind
    it will blow like that for ever

    over us
    over water
    over land”

    There’s something disquieting in this deserted place … maybe sadness of being useless?
    A bicycle – frightening movement in this inertness – it’s like a parody of life.
    Moving. Chapeau bas, Mr. Pen.

    But the hell, we have saturday! So now I’ll raise my glass to this imperfect world and celebrate – in the end, we are still here 😉 Cheers!

    July 9, 2011 at 8:33 pm

  2. veridiana bolzan

    One side

    Ashes.
    Rust.
    Dust.
    Ghosts of steel, in metallic soul.
    Era of lights ending.
    Skeletons given up along the way.
    Sadness.
    Emptiness.
    Madness.
    Is it what we’re here for?
    Death

    His opposite

    Memories ,
    Remembering when that space was invested.
    Happy people, happy faces.
    Laughters, yelling, having a good time.
    Still a tiny flame of hope.
    Still light over the darkness.
    Still faith in human being.
    Still….
    Life

    July 13, 2011 at 10:17 am

  3. veridiana bolzan

    The other side of everything and the opposite.

    July 13, 2011 at 11:30 am

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