Christian Marclay’s The Clock - quick draft
Become a
Premium Member
and post notes and photos about your poem like Di11y Da11y.
https://www.moma.org/calendar/exhibitions/5746
The Clock is a film by video artist Christian Marclay. It is a looped 24-hour video supercut (montage of scenes from film and television) that feature clocks or timepieces. The artwork itself functions as a clock: its presentation is synchronized with the local time, resulting in the time shown in a scene being the actual time.

written just before going to sleep
the actual time is merely a notion
to see time as an experience elevates
watching time becomes hypnotic
fixed for a moment, yet time happened, happens, happening
I must and mustn't view it
it'll take my minutes, I'll gift them for a seat
I won't ask for them back, not in the moment
but later, when I know how I spent it
having gathered it up for calculation
I'll question every second on repeat
as my time is dragged from me
is attention the theft of life
did I wait, watch, wish it away
it's up for grabs once a decision is made
no one knows if I'll be there
the minutes before the 7am alarm adding of rhyme
the actual time is merely a notion
tick tock tick tock - cogs in motion
to see time as an experience elevates
slow and steady revealer of fate
watching time on repeat becomes hypnotic
zone out periphery, forget it's chaotic
time happened, happens, happening
moving then arrival, ding, ding, ding
I must and I mustn't view it
not pausing except to sit
it'll take my minutes, I'll gift them for a seat
watch the future, underwhelming feat
I won't ask for them back, not in the moment
sit pondering my own enrolment
but later, when I know how it was spent
the guarantee is that I'll repent
having gathered it up for calculation
recognised the impact of deflation
I'll question every second on repeat
unable to get out of my once chosen seat
as my time is dragged from me
the reels are played and I see
attention is the theft of life
the opposite worse and sadly rife
did I wait, watch, wish it away
can I suddenly place myself back in a day
living is up for grabs once a decision is made
but first I fear all the plans need to be laid
no one knows if I'll be there
yet still I waste it by continuing to stare
not sure I like the rhyme... may continue to edit
Copyright © Di11y Da11y | Year Posted 2025
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment