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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 lastPublished 4 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 lastPublished 4 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 lastPublished 4 months ago