Since finishing Birthday Letters by Ted Hughes, I have started reading Crow, which is a lot darker and ominous, linking perfectly with our genre of Gothic horror. Crow's direct engagement with the natural world to unified mythical narratives and sequences. We though that we could have a voice over of a couple of lines during the opening or the end of our film to increase its dramatic effect. Below, I have typed some of the poems that I think would be appropriate. I personally think that Conjuring Heaven would be best as it ties in the most with our storyline of someone disappearing and essentially becoming nothing.
A Kill
Flogged lame with legs
Shot through the head with balled brains
Shot blind with eyes
Nailed down by his own ribs
Strangled just short of his last gasp
By his own windpipe
Clubbed unconscious by his own heart
Seeing his life stab through him, a dream flash
As he drowned in his own blood
Dragged under by the weight of his own guts.
That Moment
And the body lay on the gravel
Of the abandoned world
Among abandoned utilities
Exposed to infinity forever
Crown Frowns
Is he his own strength?
What is his signature?
Or is he a key, cold feeling
To the fingers of prayer?
He is a prayer wheel, his heart hums.
His eating is the wind -
Its patient power of appeal.
His footprints assail infinity.
With signatures: We are here, we are here.
He is the long waiting for something
To use him for some everything
Having so carefully made him.
Of nothing.
Conjuring Heaven
So finally there was nothing.
It was put inside nothing.
Nothing was added to it
And to prove it didn't exist
Squashed flat as nothing with nothing.
Chopped up with a nothing
Shaken in a nothing
Turned completely inside out
And scattered over nothing--
So everybody saw that it was nothing
And that nothing more could be done with it
And so it was dropped. Prolonged applause in Heaven.
It hit the ground and broke open--
There lay Crow, cataleptic.
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