Speechless, the video

Posted by Dave Bonta on September 18, 2009 (last modified at 12:23 pm, 1/28/10)


Video link.

A video version of my poem from last week. It took about four hours to make, process, and upload a video for a poem that I wrote in twenty minutes.

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13 Responses to Speechless, the video

  1. Michelle Johnson says:
    September 18, 2009 at 8:25 pm

    This is great. I love how you connected ‘I have no words’ to the blank Scrabble tiles in the video. I think chopping block could be loosely compared to the tiles as well. Impressive video. Have a great weekend.

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    • Dave says:
      September 19, 2009 at 8:15 am

      Thanks, Michelle. I didn’t think of the possible tile-chopping block association. But my philosophy with these kinds of things is to bring two fairly dissimilar sets of images into conjunction, and hope that the result will end up being suggestive as you found this one to be, and not just a confusing mish-mash. :)

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  2. Laura Sorrells says:
    September 18, 2009 at 11:30 pm

    This resonated for me a great deal, as did the original poem. I was spellbound by all that energy moving in a space of speechlessness dealing with the presence/absence paradox of all those blank tiles. I found myself thinking, what’s on the other side of those tiles? is it the poem? sometimes I have to work to be blank.

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    • Dave says:
      September 19, 2009 at 8:11 am

      Great comment! “Energy moving in a space of speechlessness” — I like that. So glad this resonated with you. Obviously, it’s very via negativistic. (Which reminds me, I need to tag it as such. Also need to stop writing in short sentences. I annoy myself.)

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  3. leslee says:
    September 19, 2009 at 8:30 am

    Cool!

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  4. John Miedema says:
    September 19, 2009 at 9:29 am

    Nice. Very Quaker. Maybe they get together to play/worship like this.

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  5. elizabeth says:
    September 19, 2009 at 11:33 am

    Dave, I love this. Right down to the yellow leaf that wanted to be a punctuation mark.

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    • Dave says:
      September 19, 2009 at 6:53 pm

      Thanks! I liked that leaf too, and wish I hadn’t been so quick to remove it. But I felt this was the sort of idea that’s best done in one take.

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  6. Therese Broderick says:
    September 19, 2009 at 5:27 pm

    For me, the word “Scrabble” resonates with the claw-scratching of “scrabble.” Not being a farmer, I can’t say for sure — do chickens “scrabble” the ground for food?

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  7. renkath says:
    September 20, 2009 at 5:11 am

    I think this is a great example of video working with the text to create something greater than both “poems”!

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