| sIntros | Short films are quick fixes that satisfy our unnamed need. Shoot them fast; love them for a long, long time. |
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| sTitles | Mrs. Carmella |
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| sWordss | The universe has sent us many
muses. One of them is Mrs. Carmella: age 89, depression era baby, good
Catholic, Marigny native, storyteller. |
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| sPoems | She is nearly beatified: in the yard, cutting grass, with a sickle. She is 89 years old. A ripe age for remembering. And she tells me a story from kindergarten. from the Great Depression. She tells me the first time she ate graham crackers… crumbled in milk. She even remembers yesterday and last week. She is a ripe age for remembering. She is walking the double infinity. She is halfway to Heaven. |
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| sWordss | We are very, very interested in
what Mrs. Carmella has to say. She is our guide for when we get old.
She shows us a way to be in the face of sweet death. She tells us to
plant seeds for Jesus. We don't know exactly what that means, but it is
something that gives her comfort. And, because she is comforted, our
own anxiety about the end lessens. Maybe death is not the end. Maybe we
can extend ourselves after. Or maybe we will swirl into the void.
Whatever happens, it is most likely that she will go before us. And we
will see her on the other side where she will tell us stories of what
happened before we arrived. And, she will remember us, and we will know
who she is. |
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| sEnds | this is the end. go back home. |