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ANNA-ROSE STEFATOU


film

    1. space debris (and
        other silent splinters) 
    2. almost óra (-cle) flower,
        or a thing that remembers    
        itself
    3. song to the knotty haired
        children

writing

     1. the moon looked like
         a sky jellyfish   
     2. space debris (and
         other silent splinters)
     3. he was writing on
         an orange peel      
     4. ‘drunk on light’
     5. almost óra (-cle) flower,
         or a thing that remembers    
         itself


notes on
biofiction / limbo / intertemporality
through film / writing / image—

  1. the scaling of a fish
  2. a (pixelated) memory—lagging
  3. this is the / an image of
  4. making of flower nectar
  5. Iavish mother / lavish feast
  6. (like FRESH MOULD ON A FORGOTTEN ORANGE)
  7. almost hostile object
    8.  leaky remnants
    9.  dust choked
         dusk choked memories
Mark

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1. the moon looked like a sky jellyfish




THE MOON LOOKED LIKE A SKY JELLYFISH


it was gelatinous and silver,

its light—acidic and generous—a mordant, fixing itself onto my cornea. 

Reflective strips on cargo ship crew and late night joggers catch its light.


The lunar maria (those moon-birthmarks) looked like they were moving,
   
                                                                                               lava surging;


they were named maria, Latin for seas
by early astronomers who mistook them for actual lunar seas

but all I could see on its surface were my scabby 8-year-old knees.


In a swift, erratic motion (kind of like a flip-book)
the moon disappeared into the thick black


I remember turning to my Grandma:

                                    —γιαγιά, πού πήγε το φεγγάρι;
                                    —έχει πάει να βρει μια άλλη Γη

(είχε δίκιο)*


I wake to the remembrance of the man who turned steel blue by rubbing colloidal silver on his face for years as a remedy—




in a state of half-sleep, it felt possible; and necessary.







                                               




          

*        
—grandma, where did the moon go?
—it’s gone to find another Earth

(she was right)





                                                                                               
Mark

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