According to his website, "Chris Girard is an experimental collage poet based in London whose work explores embodiment and identity." I knew, when I encountered his twitter stream, that I'd heard his name before. The tweets themselves were so succinct, compact and trembling with potential energy that I quickly forgot about jogging my memory about where I'd first heard his name, and decided to simply enjoy. Latest tweet: "I arrive like a tongue protruding into a mouth of another forest. I hear it now, stepping on branches, putting a coin into the head's mouth."
Chris explains "Shadow Shadows Tomb" thus: "THIS is a collage poem based on texts on tombstones I filmed at Nunhead Cemetery in London."
Shadow Shadows Tomb
Shadow shadow
shadows shadows
tomb side
flies leaf
o
Sacred shadow shadow
beard sleep surface shadow
acre leaves
room tomb
Resteth pity
shadow
gracious web
burial
Walk leaves
wing the above lane
son
look red
condemn
die
Pothole
years roll
remain true friend
ship bell
precious martyr
hear rose
shadow twigs
plants pillars
flower
The taken life of hosts
Amen
tomb pillars
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