Yet Untitled 066 - Tense and Release

Another snapshot of my head while on shoot

Dearest Yet Untitler,

These editions are sparse, but it’s all I can give during this extended engagement that I’m on. There’s newness, and I’m sharing.

Like it? Too vague? Unrelatable?

Drop me a comment!

Lots of love

V

TENSE AND RELEASE

An assistant director shouts at 400 extras, asking them to get in line. 
I shout at my twins, at the 400 ways in which they whine. 

The camera jibs, pans and dollies behind stars on wheels
I roll, twist and toss in my bed, rubbing aloe vera on my sunburn peels.

I plough through boiled vegetables, millets and curd 
I load my plate with bland prayers against ailments absurd
I wake up two hours before time on my day off
I talk to my wife too loudly, though the crew's in a hotel quite a way off.

Which is the real world, which is my real life?
I eat breakfast with a real spoon, contend lunch with a plastic knife 
I want to yell 'Cut!' when my pre pre-teens talk back 
Want to watch the world move a pre-recorded sound track. 

What time am I running on? 
When the hell did I sleep ?
Damn those blackout curtains!
The hotel granola is too damn sweet!

Here I am fighting for the day not to end
Elsewhere, I'm wishing I didn’t have to pretend 
That the night falls short by one hour at least
An hour that we lost sometime last week 
My head is in two places, my old life's in the keep. 

I’m making believe 
Making the very thing that I plucked 
From thoughts and dreams.
200 people are at work 
They shout and scream 
But it’s all easy to forget 
While reading out stories in bed 
The kids are asking for ice cream 
Till the alarm rings again...
 And there I am, back in the scene.