In the summer of 2003, my 18-year-old son Alexander was working for a "Rivers" project at the Surrey Art Gallery -- he kept pestering me to submit a poem. I wrote a 13-line poem which we posited over Alex's abstract water-related images, all sustained by the drone of an unrelenting Didjeridu. The poetic narrative is resolved by a verbo-visual pun on the underside of the Alex Fraser Bridge.
In the summer of 2003, my 18-year-old son Alexander was working for a "Rivers" project at the Surrey Art Gallery -- he kept pestering me to submit a poem. I wrote a 13-line poem which we posited over Alex's abstract water-related images, all sustained by the drone of an unrelenting Didjeridu. The poetic narrative is resolved by a verbo-visual pun on the underside of the Alex Fraser Bridge.
tomkonyves 4 years ago