As a female cinematographer
she sought to capture the world for review...
and she posthumously did with 'Halyna's Law'
where real guns are banned on set, it's true!
Wednesday, January 12, 2022
A Celebrity Epitaph Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Michelle Faulkner
It would be odd
but somehow comforting
knowing the exact moment
when I die
yet live on.
No, not a resurrection
or reincarnation,
but rather a destruction
of the facades I live behind.
Do you think what I see
in another’s eyes is real?
Or In the mirror each morning?
Do you believe that what
others see of me is the truth?
The answers are always “no.”
I am made of reference to myself.
I keep my true self from myself,
not even knowing who I am
until I am “in extremis,”
when I act without regard or filter,
when hard pain
or the pain of others
or death
or birth
or joy
or deep love
or touching God,
as did St. Joan inside the fire,
strips away vestiges of my last defenses.
I think about this:
To have a film,
made by some cosmic cinematographer,
capturing the instant
of subtraction of all my masks,
to be able to relive the moment
they are stripped from me,
to see the eyes that see me,
to see me,
to see it happen,
to know when it’s done.
knew a cinematographer &
the images s/he was used to
during the time spent on the set
made it hard for her/him
to take in a film for fun &
the irony of it all
was that the love of movies as a
kid,
brought them to the devotion of
said life
to the manufacture of them.
knew a musician who spent all
waking hours, making music &
recording, but as the years went
on,
they spent less & less time
enjoying the melodies, riffs,
rhymes, beats & tunes,
which gave them the passion as a
youth,
to fight the battle of the music
industry (or such that it is).
a pattern arises
when the love of your life
is dragged into the sphere of
wage slavery,
when the labor of your love
is reduced to only
labor,
for then you associate
every step along the way
of doing what you loved
with the outcome of a paycheck
(and that is all),
so when you come in contact
with the work of other’s,
you can no longer see with anything
but a
critical eye.