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Asylum Seeker

A visual poem/slam poetry clip by Paul and Transodin aka Detlef Schlich.

  • Detlef Schlich
    Director
  • Paul Cobb
    Writer
  • Paul Cobb
    Key Cast
    “Paul”
  • Detlef Schlich
    Key Cast
    “Transodin”
  • Cecilia Baltimore
    Production Team
    Second Photographer
  • Detlef Schlich
    Production Team
    Photographer, Video and Sound Editor
  • Haggerty´s Boatyard
    Production Team
    Catering
  • Cute Alien TV
    Producer
  • Film Type:
    Experimental, Music Video, Short, Other
  • Genres:
    Slam Poetry, Performance
  • Runtime:
    5 minutes
  • Completion Date:
    January 7, 2017
  • Production Budget:
    2,000 EUR
  • Country of Origin:
    Ireland
  • Country of Filming:
    Ireland
  • Film Language:
    English
  • Shooting Format:
    Digital
  • Aspect Ratio:
    16:9
  • Film Color:
    Black & White
  • First-time Filmmaker:
    No
  • Student Project:
    No
Director Biography - Detlef Schlich

I am a filmmaker, interdisciplinary artist and ritual designer working with performance, photography, painting, sound, installations and film.

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Director Statement

Personal Statement by Paul

When this boat Esther Colleen was sold to me in 1999 she was already 60 years old, and the license fetched a million pounds, the boat was the small change. That represents 1000´s of tons of fish, the pillage of the ocean in the 20th century. She bought me from Cornwall to West Cork and was my floating home for 2 years. 7 years neglect while I got engaged, travelled across Europe and South America, before getting traumatized by the death of my fiancée and daughter in 2012 and my life went on hold. By the time I got the boat into the shipyard the machinery had seized up, rot got into the timber and the scale of the project was too deep for my pocket so shes going to the breakers. An end of an era for me, a broken dream, blood sweat and tears in the making and moments of exhilaration at sea. On her last trip to the ship yard, we lost power on a fresh morning at dawn of the deserted village of Baltimore. We were blown helplessly onto the shore, but wind and tide conspired to gently nudge her neatly onto the quay, tucked behind another trawler, as if by an unseen hand. Many times the ship spoke to me like that, my projection if you like but a living symbol working in my dreams cast on the most potent element of the sea. Paul 24-12-2016