Mood: Forgetful
Drinking: Done for the day
You know that there’s a new cinepoem on site, right? Did I forget to mention that?
Every time we finish a new one, I think, “Now this, this one is my favorite.”
But this time is different. Boots is special. She was an accident, actually. The unexpected child. See, M and I decided to put together three cinepoems for submission to film festivals. We chose Object, Slow Roast, and the not-yet-finished Alice is my middle name. But we needed something to string the three poems together. A transition piece.
So I started writing about a journey — a long and winding road, and then Boots quickly took shape. And the more time I spent with this little four-part poem, the more I fell in love with her.
When M and I went out to shoot the video, we were surprised with a glorious day, and the shoot that we thought would be “bare bones” (we didn’t even take our usual crew along) turned into something more spectacular. We decided then and there that Boots was more than a transition piece. It was its very own cinepoem, with its own two legs. So we edited the festival version, and then we went back and stitched together a solo version.
And here’s the part with the secret confession: Boots is the first cinepoem to make me cry. Trust me, that’s a damn hard thing to do. When you write these things, and you plan the shoot, and you stand in front of the camera, and you sit in the editing room for hours, it’s kinda hard to be surprised by what you see. It’s even harder to actually cry about it.
So if that doesn’t sell you on seeing it, nothin’ will.
So. I’m very proud to introduce Boots Are Made, playing now at a Cinepoems page near you.
-Lo, who’s a sucker for the third chapter. the one with the rabbit trail.
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