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Displaced
Displaced a time-lapse video responding to Jessica Raschke's poem Bustles for prod! Supported by media@rmit and the Australian Poetry Centre
Videographers: Keshanee De Silva, Danica Revote
Bustles
by Jessica Raschke
As nervous fingers thumb the pads
As jostling arms seek airs to swallow
The lingering wishes for spaciousness
Are denied their chance in this hustle blitz
I wish
To stomp the earth in solitude
I wish
To wake free of white noisiness
Unsound
Unkempt
Impossible
My mind it sprawls in search of yours
Amid the ranges of bustled hordes
What wakefulness is promised me
Among glittering life saviours?
I am told, once more, consoled:
A slapping chorus awaits your heart
The search for soul
Breaks down
At last
Published 10 months ago
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Escapism
Escapism a video animation responding to Jessica Raschke's poem Bustles for prod! Supported by media@rmit and the Australian Poetry Centre
Videographers: Keshanee De Silva, Danica Revote
Bustles
by Jessica Raschke
As nervous fingers thumb the pads
As jostling arms seek airs to swallow
The lingering wishes for spaciousness
Are denied their chance in this hustle blitz
I wish
To stomp the earth in solitude
I wish
To wake free of white noisiness
Unsound
Unkempt
Impossible
My mind it sprawls in search of yours
Amid the ranges of bustled hordes
What wakefulness is promised me
Among glittering life saviours?
I am told, once more, consoled:
A slapping chorus awaits your heart
The search for soul
Breaks down
At last
Published 10 months ago
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Search for Soul
Search for Soul a stop-motion video responding to Jessica Raschke's poem Bustles for prod! Supported by media@rmit and the Australian Poetry Centre
Videographers: Keshanee De Silva, Danica Revote
Bustles
by Jessica Raschke
As nervous fingers thumb the pads
As jostling arms seek airs to swallow
The lingering wishes for spaciousness
Are denied their chance in this hustle blitz
I wish
To stomp the earth in solitude
I wish
To wake free of white noisiness
Unsound
Unkempt
Impossible
My mind it sprawls in search of yours
Amid the ranges of bustled hordes
What wakefulness is promised me
Among glittering life saviours?
I am told, once more, consoled:
A slapping chorus awaits your heart
The search for soul
Breaks down
At last
Published 10 months ago
