Very rarely do movies rattle you to your core with nearly every scene or come together as well as Pink Floyd: The Wall. Told in a circular style, the film only makes complete sense after having watched it in its entirety. Combining music, animation, and live-action sequences, Pink Floyd: The Wall takes a concept album and fleshes it out to a wonderful feature-length film.
Sunken eyes & slumped shoulders
& unsteady gaits
traipse through the sanitarium.
Addicts, depressives, beaters,
abusers, schizos, crackheads,
meth-heads, alcoholics all
roam these commercially-carpeted halls.
Dawn:
Wake.
Still in bed,
staring upward,
I hear her sleep.
Last night’s fight casts
a viewless line
between us.
Arise.
Dusk
falls.
Seeing red,
waiting for him
to apologize
for what he said.
The viewless line
between us
remains.
self-importance is suicide
and suicide is
self-important.
i don’t care about
your brain matter spattered or splattered on the wall or the ground
just waiting, WANTING to be found
so some someone can say some something, smattering
about how wonderful you were, a flower forgotten,
or a fountain untapped or some other meaningless metaphor.
do yourself a favor and build–
MOLD
MAKE
CREATE
a bridge:
a bridge overlooking a still stream:
a stream so still and so smooth
that you can slip into it and lose yourself
between the water and the air,
unsure whether to exhale or inhale.