SL/ABB/ED

A poetry film produced as a progression from the Disappear Here project – 27 film-poems about Coventry Ringroad

  • Adam Steiner
    Director
    Disappear Here
  • Ben Cook
    Director
  • Adam Steiner
    Writer
  • Ben Cook
    Filming Engineer
  • Daviel Link
    Key Cast
  • Project Type:
    Experimental, Short, Other
  • Runtime:
    3 minutes 5 seconds
  • Completion Date:
    March 30, 2018
  • Production Budget:
    0 GBP
  • Country of Origin:
    United Kingdom
  • Country of Filming:
    United Kingdom
  • Language:
    English
  • Shooting Format:
    Digital
  • Film Color:
    Color
  • First-time Filmmaker:
    No
  • Student Project:
    No
  • Walthamstow International Film Festival 2018
    London
    United Kingdom
    June 23, 2018
    Premiere!
    Selected
Director Biography - Adam Steiner, Ben Cook

Adam Steiner’s poetry and fiction appear in Rockland Lit, Proletarian Poetry, The Next Review, Fractured Nuance zine, BoscRev: 4, The Weary Blues, The Stare’s Nest, ShoutOut UK, 3:AM, The Cadaverine, Spontaneity, Abridged 0-13, The Literateur, Nostrovia! SquawkBack, NOUS. Anthologies: Interpal – Palestine Verses, Fugue 1 (Siren Press), Poems Underwater, Stepaway – Voicewalks (Durham University).

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Director Statement

SL /
ABB
/ ED

The doing of work
Is done to us
Meat-born
Machines
Driven by blood

Slapped slab
onto slab
Grit grinding hands
Tilting at dominoes

Monolithic by the minute,
Day becomes days
A razor raging
after its edge

Atlas shirks his spot
Turning the hour round
About his hands,
Thoughts turned towards a cannonball.

I say: They are too hard
They say: you are too soft

But for uneven accents,
determined to trip you up,
You would not fall so far
From a fingernail’s breath
Hinge-flipped lid
Closing shadows
Upon burial wedge

Folding time into
The thinning end
Final last words set:
TO THE ANGLE OF INCIDENCE
AT WHICH THE HOURS SUPPLIED
COME TO ZERO
AND CANNOT HONESTLY
BE ACCOUNTED FOR

Over the shoulder
Inertia creeps
Tread its own heels
Chasing the worker's shadow
into a distance.

Until sun decides
Being begins again

Undo the flag
Punch-out
The clock,
Its two-faced display
makes the world turn
One-way only;
Towards work
And after,
Knowing that when work is done
It must be done
To death

From work even the strongest horses die
-Czech proverb