Sorry

sorry i didn’t keep the letter you wrote

Or the poem you sent

Or the tears you cried

Or soothe your anger

Or listen to any of the songs you said reminded you of me

Or make the hate go away along with the love

I…uh, really am.

 

Midnight Run In Brooklyn

WINGATE PARK IS COLD AT NIGHT

I RAN THERE

NO SPECTATORS BUT THE

LONELY STREETLIGHTS

THE SOUNDS MY SNEAKERS MAKE

AS THEY ECHO IN EMPTY BASKETBALL COURTS

I RUN THERE

I RUN PAST THERE

I TRAMPLE THERE UNTIL THERE IS NO THERE

IT IS ONLY ME

Home

CIRCLING GREEN SPOTTED BROWN GARBAGE GRASS

& BUILDINGS

CURIOUS AS THEY ARE LEAN AWAY

I BREATHE INVISIBLE LIQUID ETHER

THAT’S SOAKING IN MY LUNGS

& WILL PROBABLY EXPLODE ANY MINUTE

I KEEP RUNNING

WISHING TO VOMIT EVERY

AMBITION I HAVE OF WINNING

BUT WHO AM I KIDDING

EVEN IF I DID

I’D KEEP RUNNING

TO BEAT MY MOCKING SHADOW

THAT’S ALWAYS AHEAD OF ME

AHEAD OF ME ARE WIRED FENCES

POLICE HEADLIGHTS ON MY HEELS

I RUN

THE INSIDE OF MY ANKLES THROB

THE PAIN IS KNOCKIN IN MY BRAIN

LIKE THE BASS BLASTIN OFF THAT CAR DOWN THE BLOCK

MY FRAME IF SILHOUETTED ONTO THE RED TRACK

I CANT STOP & I CANT GO BACK

I RUN

FOR THE SHADOW AT MY SIDE THAT’S LOSING

I RUN

FOR THE POLICE HEADLIGHTS THAT WON’T CATCH ME

I RUN

UNTIL THE BRUTELY CRACKED PAINT ON THE CONCRETE WALLS

FADES AWAY

THE SOUND OF DADDY CHASTISING 3 YRS OLDS

DISSIPATES

ROACHES IN THE KITCHEN

DISINTEGRATE

OR UNTIL MY LEGS BREAK

MY SHOULDERS ACHE

I SEE STARS

& CAN ONLY COUNT 15

BUT I KEEP RUNNIN

& RUNNING

& RUNNIN

Let’s Review

Whoa…

What the film lacks in faces on the screen it makes up for in outstanding shots, CGI or not, of Earth as it spins through unbounded space. In fact, spinning is probably the key element to this movie. A single motion can set off a chain reaction that we have no control over, yet we find purpose in straightening out and moving forward. Drive to live is what makes us unbearably and remarkably human. Clooney, who plays the funny, charming, and dashingly experienced astronaut to Bullock’s fledgling character, is also her conscience, her will, and philosophically a projection of the inner voice of God that tells us not to be afraid.

That’s Real!

Playing to the depths of our souls, the unknown, and space. Even if the movie wasn’t in IMAX, I still would’ve cringed. Among the phenomenal graphics that pushed us deep into our seats with the singular prayer that what we were witnessing was in fact a movie and not some awful time warp where we had been transported into our deepest fears. An unconventional horror film that doubles as a realistic Sci-Fi flick, Gravity, starring Sandra Bullock, George Clooney, and a clawing realization that death is always closer than we think, made this definitely worth the $17 ticket and IMAX glasses.

Plot

“Life in space is not possible.”

The premise of the movie, stated in the opening credits, is that “Life in space is not possible.” A point that turns a paradox into a running joke as we follow the astronauts through their struggle to survive a pernicious environment that seems hell bent on testing their will at every turn. The larger symbolisms here, that escape most, is that we live on a planet revolving in space. How is our lives possible and why? Questions that the movie skillfully avoids. It does, however, confront the unknown and chaos that orbits Death. In this movie fear, death, and fear of death are palpable and concrete. Not the abstract ideas we think about among the daily grind of menial existence but right against the glass; as close as a crack in a helmet, a slip in life’s crucial grip, or panic at the wrong moment that flings us off into a dark, shapeless void. Scary as hell, to the point where all you can do is grip the seat and hope that the intensity will subside, which it never does. The film makes the audience feel as if they are just as lost in space, holding their breath like each one is a grain from God. No one inhales too much, not until the end do we all dare to breathe deeply with the character.

Soul Survivor

Arthur Schopenhauer wrote about The Will as the fundamental and indestructible building block to mankind, that intellect is irrelevant in the grand scheme of our lives. This film demonstrates his theory with the interaction between the only two fully developed characters, but mainly within the conversations she has with herself. Tom Hanks had Wilson in Cast Away, Will Smith had Sam in I am Legend, but the film makes the point over and over again that she, Ryan, is the “sole survivor”. It has a final tone to it that permeates throughout her experiences. She is on her own disconnected from the living on Earth, and even the dead in space, curled into the fetal position, she has only herself and her will to keep going.

Letter To My Son

I wrote this in High School, but I dedicate it to my Mom who’s having my little brother…

In case you didn’t know

You see me and make me feel warm

In a world so cold

Like me I guess

So all I can give you is my very best promise

That child these hands will hold you

Until the world stops spinning

Falls off its axis

In another life I was queen

And you will have to accept your destiny

Rule your land

Run your kingdom

Raise your kings and queens to feel compassion

And never regret your bold decisions

Trust them and no one will question

But son do not worry because we were soldiers

Fight with valiance

Only use defiance

When your heart will not allow you to follow direct commands

Fear is an option         Combat commands it of us

Be afraid of the capability of your own hands

Against another

Because you should always first and foremost love your brother

We were slaves

I remember the way you didn’t you didn’t cry when the boat rocked and I remember the way your hair smelled

You kept me from leaping

I was a teacher

You must learn to be a student

Respect me and I will respect you

My job is to harangue  preach  and give speeches

When I feel its necessary

Your job is to listen

Understanding is your greatest tool

And your mind is your greatest weapon

Because it is the only thing an enemy cannot destroy

And son if you remember nothing else

Remember you are descendant of artists

Poetry is your native tongue

And music heats your blood

You have the eyes to see the colors of the grotesque beauty of the world

Cherish who you are and what you can create

And I will always be here for you