This animation is being re-released and distributed through GoDigital. More details soon!
Featuring the track “Unentranscended”, by Turkish Queen.
Based on the poem:
All The Bulbous Accidents, by Sarah Pearlstein, 2004
Ingrid cuts onions like they’re from Saturn.
They turn into miniature rings, the core bitter
Broit mit pitter*, no, she eats onion bits
She likes the tang, like alien blood,
She broods about her yellowed fingers,
She is the flower of a pest of a sun;
It persists in shining into
The basement
revealing sleep,
A dreamer’s nest.
Sleep is not dark, it is nothing like
the wounded moon
Either, it is Technicolor wonders about
Travel and Blue glass natural vases,
Held with green rope, swaying slowly
On the White terra cotta node of an
Obtrusive wall,
So delicate next to it,
African violets growing slowly
Within the cobalt bowl,
Or it is the nutrient sprinkled white
earth in that same bowl making
The flower grow,
And smells like all
It will grow,
Terrifying poor Ingrid
With all its’ useful ways.
She fears being planted,
Due to the bulbous accidents
Which are grown
So many layers down.
*Bread with butter.
