Take a seat and write me a poem 1-6

Take a seat and write me a poem 1-6: shot and drafted to IG May 13 to 18.

Inspired by the poems that found their way into movies, by movies inspired by poems …


Step 1: find a place where to start and …take a seat (rossobordeaux)

Step 2:

Jim Jarmusch, Paterson, 2016, Waters Falls

“Water falls from the bright air / It falls like hair / Falling across a young girl’s shoulders, / Water falls / making pools in the asphalt / dirty mirrors with clouds and buildings inside / It falls on the roof of my house / it falls on my mother / and on my hair / Most people call it rain.“

“Water Falls. Water falls from the bright air, it falls like hair, falling across a young girl’s shoulders. Water falls, making pools in the asphalt, dirty mirrors with clouds and buildings inside. It falls on the roof of my house, it falls on my mother and on my hair. Most people call it rain.”

Step 3:

Blade Runner, 1982, Ridley Scott

William Blake (1794)

The Tyger

Tyger! Tyger! burning bright

In the forests of the night,

What immortal hand or eye

Could frame thy fearful symmetry?


In what distant deeps or skies

Burnt the fire of thine eyes?

On what wings dare he aspire?

What the hand, dare sieze the fire?


And what shoulder, & what art,

Could twist the sinews of thy heart?

And when thy heart began to beat,

What dread hand? & what dread feet?


What the hammer? what the chain?

In what furnace was thy brain?

What the anvil? what dread grasp

Dare its deadly terrors clasp?


When the stars threw down their spears,

And water’d heaven with their tears,

Did he smile his work to see?

Did he who made the Lamb make thee?


Tyger! Tyger! burning bright

In the forests of the night,

What immortal hand or eye

Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?




This poem is in the public domain.


William Blake


William Blake was born in London on November 28, 1757, (1827) to James, a hosier, and Catherine Blake. Two of his six siblings died in infancy. From early childhood, Blake spoke of having visions—at four he saw God “put his head to the window”; around age nine, while walking through the countryside, he saw a tree filled with angels.


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Step 4:

Autumn in New York, 2000, Joan Chen

Two Butterflies went out at Noon— (533)

Emily Dickinson (1890)


Two Butterflies went out at Noon—

And waltzed above a Farm—

Then stepped straight through the Firmament

And rested on a Beam—


And then—together bore away

Upon a shining Sea—

Though never yet, in any Port—

Their coming mentioned—be—


If spoken by the distant Bird—

If met in Ether Sea

By Frigate, or by Merchantman—

No notice—was—to me—




This poem is in the public domain.


Emily Dickinson


Born in 1830 in Massachusetts (1886), Emily Dickinson is now considered, along with Walt Whitman, the founder of a uniquely American poetic voice.


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Step 5:

Down by Law, 1986, Jim Jarmusch

Robert Frost 1916

The Road Not Taken


Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,

And sorry I could not travel both

And be one traveler, long I stood

And looked down one as far as I could

To where it bent in the undergrowth;


Then took the other, as just as fair,

And having perhaps the better claim,

Because it was grassy and wanted wear;

Though as for that the passing there

Had worn them really about the same,


And both that morning equally lay

In leaves no step had trodden black.

Oh, I kept the first for another day!

Yet knowing how way leads on to way,

I doubted if I should ever come back.


I shall be telling this with a sigh

Somewhere ages and ages hence:

Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—

I took the one less traveled by,

And that has made all the difference.




From The Poetry of Robert Frost by Robert Frost, edited by Edward Connery Lathem. Copyright 1916, 1923, 1928, 1930, 1934, 1939, 1947, 1949, © 1969 by Holt Rinehart and Winston, Inc. Copyright 1936, 1942, 1944, 1945, 1947, 1948, 1951, 1953, 1954, © 1956, 1958, 1959, 1961, 1962 by Robert Frost. Copyright © 1962, 1967, 1970 by Leslie Frost Ballantine.


About this Poem:


For more on “The Road Not Taken,” read poetry critic David Orr’s essay “The Road Not Taken: The Poem Everyone Loves and Everyone Gets Wrong.”

Author: Robert Frost

Robert Frost


One of the most celebrated poets in America, Robert Frost was an author of searching and often dark meditations on universal themes and a quintessentially modern poet in his adherence to language as it is actually spoken, in the psychological complexity of his portraits, and in the degree to which his work is infused with layers of ambiguity and irony.


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Step 6:

The Piano, 1993, Jane Campion

Thomas Hood, Silence 1827





There is a silence where hath been no sound,

There is a silence where no sound may be,

In the cold grave—under the deep deep sea,

Or in wide desert where no life is found,

Which hath been mute, and still must sleep profound;

No voice is hush’d—no life treads silently,

But clouds and cloudy shadows wander free.

That never spoke, over the idle ground:

But in green ruins, in the desolate walls

Of antique palaces, where Man hath been,

Though the dun fox, or wild hyæna, calls,

And owls, that flit continually between,

Shriek to the echo, and the low winds moan,—

There the true Silence is, self-conscious and alone.




This poem is in the public domain.


Thomas Hood


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As usual the style is very personal and the choice of garments is as always made in and sourced from manufacturers of small batches, locally worked on, made in Italy, or on occasion from my personal archive of vintage garments.

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