Objective (For Nanook)
What he did to you was wrong-
putting you in front
of a lens as cold as the snow around you.
Your loving wife smiled to him,
the smiles she gave to you,
now given to the world as not yours but theirs.
You showed him everything-
well not everything,
but it was enough to make him your brother.
And what kind of brother,
says I,
would sit and watch while you died.
-Matthew Koutzun
1 comment:
It's actually what I was going for. The poem is based on a famous documentary from the 1920's called Nanook of the North.
The director and only film maker, filmed Nanook and his family and because he had to be objective he didn't intervine. Nanook sadly dies, and it's one of the things that's talked about in documentary to this day: is it right to involve yourself when you are trying to be as unintrusive as possible?
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