Outtake: The Waterfall by Mary Oliver

Read by Lloyd Clipston.

For all the said,
I could not see the waterfall
until I came and saw the water falling,
its lace legs and its womanly arms sheeting down,

while something howled like thunder,
over the rocks,
all day and all night –
unspooling

like ribbons made of snow,
or god’s white hair.
At any distance
it fell without a break or seam, and slowly, a simple

preponderance –
a fall of flowers – and truly it seemed
surprised by the unexpected kindness of the air and
light-hearted to be

flying at last.
Gravity is a fact everybody
knows about.
It is always underfoot,

like a summons,
gravel-backed and mossy,
in every beetled basin –
and imagination –

that striver,
that third eye –
can do a lot but
hardly everything. The white, scrolled

wings of the tumbling water
I never could have
imagined. And maybe there will be,
after all,

some slack and perfectly balanced
blind and rough peace, finally,
in the deep and green and utterly motionless pools after all that
falling?



Jason – behind Room № 3

Originally Jason read ‘Dream Ward’ by Katherine Botten but unfortunately we didn’t get permission to use it in the project. So he decided to write his own little story based on Google reviews of the nightmarish PolskiBus and an equally nightmarish gay bar in Warsaw – and we recorded the footage in an old house in London where he was living at the time. He read the story backwards to make it less logical & more dream-like. You can watch the episode here.

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