Old Astronauts

Een animatie van Emma Burghardt, gebaseerd op Tim Nolans gedicht ‘Old Astronauts’.

Old Astronauts

When they get together now—
they nod to one another—
don’t talk about the pitch-
black of airless space—
don’t want to remember
the dust of the Moon
in the treads of their boots—
They fall in bathrooms—
just like everyone else—
but from a greater height—
and before their heads
hit the tiled floor—
they float for awhile—
weightless—seeming to dance
at the end of a cord—
One of them found
Noah’s Ark—or is just
about to—mostly—they
remain dead silent—
Whatever they saw and felt—
lost for generations—it’s that
they were led to believe
they really could escape—
the pull—of the molten core—

Tim Nolan

Fitter happier

Pablo Iranzo maakte deze korte film bij de song ‘Fitter happier’ van Radiohead.

fitter happier

fitter happier more productive
not drinking too much
regular exercise at the gym (3 days a week)
getting on better with your associate employee contemporaries
at ease
eating well (no more microwave dinners and saturated fats)
a patient better driver
a safer car (baby smiling in back seat)
sleeping well (no bad dreams)
no paranoia
careful to all animals (never washing spiders down the plughole)
keep in contact with old friends (enjoy a drink now and then)
will frequently check credit at (moral) bank (hole in wall)
favours for favours
fond but not in love
charity standing orders
on sundays ring road supermarket
(no killing moths or putting boiling water on the ants)
car wash (also on sundays)
no longer afraid of the dark
or midday shadows
nothing so ridiculously teenage and desperate
nothing so childish
at a better pace
slower and more calculated
no chance of escape
now self-employed
concerned (but powerless)
an empowered and informed member of society (pragmatism not idealism)
will not cry in public
less chance of illness
tires that grip in the wet (shot of baby strapped in back seat)
a good memory
still cries at a good film
still kisses with saliva
no longer empty and frantic
like a cat
tied to a stick
that’s driven into
frozen winter shit (the ability to laugh at weakness)
fitter, healthier and more productive
a pig
in a cage
on antibiotics

Thom Yorke – Radiohead