ALL THINGS PRESENT
ALL THINGS PRESENT | Experimental Film | 3 min
All Things Present by Mitchell Bradford
Weekend Brunch; Tom’s Restaurant; Brooklyn, New York –
an omelet and coffee
another omelet, another coffee.
We talk regret.
How I was never interested
in money or this government.
They left their brother alone on a bus
once. The past being back there somewhere
but here we are now
walking through the park
before it rains
and I remember every spot
I’ve ever been –
there was my birthday picnic
and over there I cried at midnight
and…well yeah I miss them.
Too long and the city becomes
a graveyard of your past
selves. I think
of water and of my hands,
both existing without me.
On the train home a couple
speaks without actually speaking.
Meaning without language
or the swell of time in silence
where every feeling is
present in the body,
where between each pulse
I shudder with the archive of myself.
Then, back home my lost history
Poetry by Mitchell Bradford III
Movement by Jueun Kang
Film by John Kim
All Things Present by Mitchell Bradford
Weekend Brunch; Tom’s Restaurant; Brooklyn, New York –
an omelet and coffee
another omelet, another coffee.
We talk regret.
How I was never interested
in money or this government.
They left their brother alone on a bus
once. The past being back there somewhere
but here we are now
walking through the park
before it rains
and I remember every spot
I’ve ever been –
there was my birthday picnic
and over there I cried at midnight
and…well yeah I miss them.
Too long and the city becomes
a graveyard of your past
selves. I think
of water and of my hands,
both existing without me.
On the train home a couple
speaks without actually speaking.
Meaning without language
or the swell of time in silence
where every feeling is
present in the body,
where between each pulse
I shudder with the archive of myself.
Then, back home my lost history
Poetry by Mitchell Bradford III
Movement by Jueun Kang
Film by John Kim