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Your Confusion as a Guest (by Ellen Reiss)
Walk swiftly in the wet November day, (Pacing quickly down a busy street)
On the sidewalk that is pink from the sun, (Sun reflection on pavement)
Somewhere in New York.
Watch puddles tremble in the street
As the cars move over them. (Cars carelessly driving over puddles)
You hold your jacket tight around you, (Zipping up/tugging at jacket)
It is soft and warm against your body
And the wind is cold across your cheeks. (Close-up of face, hair blowing in the wind)
Traffic lights glow green and red, (Cars waiting at traffic lights)
And the street lights are yellow. (Sunlight adorning street?)
And you walk slowly, slowly. (Pace becomes slower)
It has stopped raining and your head is bare. (Person listening to music through headphones, blank expression on face)
Listen to your footsteps on the wet November sidewalk. (Close-up of feet, flash back to dancing)
Watch the lights go on in buildings. (Lights represent the realisation)
You tremble (Newspaper clipping/news report dialogue etc.)
Like puddles on the asphalt street. (Puddles shaking)
You cry (Close-up of tears rolling down face)
Like the noise of traffic
Muted by the rain. (Cut to black, music comes to an abrupt stop)
On the sidewalk that is pink from the sun, (Sun reflection on pavement)
Somewhere in New York.
Watch puddles tremble in the street
As the cars move over them. (Cars carelessly driving over puddles)
You hold your jacket tight around you, (Zipping up/tugging at jacket)
It is soft and warm against your body
And the wind is cold across your cheeks. (Close-up of face, hair blowing in the wind)
Traffic lights glow green and red, (Cars waiting at traffic lights)
And the street lights are yellow. (Sunlight adorning street?)
And you walk slowly, slowly. (Pace becomes slower)
It has stopped raining and your head is bare. (Person listening to music through headphones, blank expression on face)
Listen to your footsteps on the wet November sidewalk. (Close-up of feet, flash back to dancing)
Watch the lights go on in buildings. (Lights represent the realisation)
You tremble (Newspaper clipping/news report dialogue etc.)
Like puddles on the asphalt street. (Puddles shaking)
You cry (Close-up of tears rolling down face)
Like the noise of traffic
Muted by the rain. (Cut to black, music comes to an abrupt stop)
More ideas
- Colour shots to represent the present
- Black and white shots to represent the past
- Tribute to David Bowie; the beginning of the poem is a celebration of his life and music whereas by the end, the video slows down and his passing is represented through newspaper clippings/reports and the main character's emotions
- Audio: Use of short song clips mixed with street ambience (cars, people, rain, etc.) and also some use of news report dialogue mixed with the poem reading. [Video goes from loud and cheerful to dramatic and quiet.]
-By Scarlett Clarke
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