Consumed – New VideoPoem


I am a sweater
in the head
a sock
in the jaw
my torso

a narrow corridor
of clothes,
stuffed from either side
somewhat unorganized

& slightly musty
from the hung-up
of perfection,
my chest

by costume jewelry
mangled in a mass
& faintly tarnished,

my arms wooden rods
bowed and over-
extended with the want
they prop,

my legs shallow
skins that drag
against the boxtops
storing the means

of my protection
from ever connecting
with the earth
that gave birth

to me, this glutting
needing thing
stuffing its gut
& pitching the bones,

the scraps of plastic
& styrofoam,
into a gaping bin
consigned to the corner.

Notes: The first phrase in this poem (“I am a sweater in the head”) originally came from a woman I overheard describing to her friend why she never wears hats. The video was run through Movie Maker, and I recorded my voice using Voice Changer Plus on my iPhone. Told you I was bargain-basement over here. The primary video appears to have been test shots for a dollar store commercial – I did not copy and repeat those zoom-out shots of the fishing lures, they were actually all filmed and strung together one after another in the original film, as were the numerous shots of the woman looking at – and this part made me fantastically happy – the exact same dress over & over. The party shots were worked in mostly to utilize the transitions provided by the movie clapboards, quite honestly; the incredibly phallic balloon-blowing contest was a bonus. But maybe that’s sharing too much.

13 thoughts on “Consumed – New VideoPoem

  1. Yeah, in reading the help forums I see others posting about the same issue – random people cannot view videos with no apparent rhyme or reason to the problem. Yay for major upgrades!

  2. This footage is just, well, stunning. I agree with you about the same dress over and over. My favorite part is the line that moves through it–because I grew up with reel to reel, I can hear the chicka chicka chicka in my head.

    • This is the video I was telling you about at the museum! In a way, it was even crazier in its original form, with all those zoom-outs one after another after another…but ultimately I wanted to work in that insane party, too, so I broke it up. Now if only I could get used to hearing my voice…ugh.

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