Missed Connections in Atlanta
A complex riddle solved, unexpected outcome entirely turning a certain logic explicitly.
The double vision brought cracked silver flash; sky decides on grey.
The baby speaks in the middle of the night – hears the wind and the rain fall.
Black night comes and I know how you feel.
Speak to me baby, pull your Mouth close to mine.
Nothing left in these buildings.
I’ve seen 3 men die.
Rouge washes down the street with the rain outside.
Winds push us.
Black/light and it’s gone.
Speak to me, storm has broken, now nothing.
It’s deeper than love.
So, speak to me.
The “official” Pleq videos are fascinatingly mysterious, simple, and open to interpretation. As both film and poem explore the nature of speaking and words it made me think of the states of water. We barely notice the flowing stream of liquidity, but the light, ethereal quality of steam or a dense, preponderance of ice can change our perception of everything in an instant.