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I am an artist living and working in the West of Ireland. I make drawings,clothes,ZINES and artists books,short films and beloved objects. I have a stall at the Saturday Galway Market (from early february approx through till the last saturday before christmas) ...... if you would like to contact me further please email queenjaneosullivan (at)gmail(dot)com Thanks for visiting !

Friday, March 22, 2013

the listeners film








I recently made this 3 minute film to go with a friends music. 
He composed the piece in response to a walter de la mare poem the listeners.
The Listeners

"Is there anybody there?" said the Traveller,
Knocking on the moonlit door;
And his horse in the silence champed the grass
Of the forest's ferny floor;
And a bird flew up out of the turret,
Above the Traveller's head:
And he smote upon the door again a second time;
"Is there anybody there?" he said.
But no one descended to the Traveller;
No head from the leaf-fringed sill
Leaned over and looked into his grey eyes,
Where he stood perplexed and still.
But only a host of phantom listeners
That dwelt in the lone house then
Stood listening in the quiet of the moonlight
To that voice from the world of men:
Stood thronging the faint moonbeams on the dark stair,
That goes down to the empty hall,
Hearkening in an air stirred and shaken
By the lonely Traveller's call.
And he felt in his heart their strangeness,
Their stillness answering his cry,
While his horse moved, cropping the dark turf,
'Neath the starred and leafy sky;
For he suddenly smote on the door, even
Louder, and lifted his head:--
"Tell them I came, and no one answered,
That I kept my word," he said.
Never the least stir made the listeners,
Though every word he spake
Fell echoing through the shadowiness of the still house
From the one man left awake:
Ay, they heard his foot upon the stirrup,
And the sound of iron on stone,
And how the silence surged softly backward,
When the plunging hoofs were gone. 
Walter de la Mare



7 comments:

Unknown said...

LOve this! Missed you at market today
soon time to go to Nephin wilds, xxx

Jane O Sullivan said...

thank you Selma ,
I am glad you do :) and its good to hear from you !
I'll be back at the market sat week (ie not easter sat) xx

Lucys Lounge said...

the listener is one of my favourite poems . you have made a beautiful film. love lucyx

Jane O Sullivan said...

dear Lucy ,
thank you so much for that positive feedback , it is warmly appreciated.

Cendrine said...

Oh Jane, I am an absolute fan of this film of yours, of the poem and of the music by your friend !!

Ritva said...

dear,
i love your touch.

thank you,
this was a beautiful way to start my day!

Jane O Sullivan said...

thank you Cendrine and Ritva both VERY VERY much for your support and beautiful comments , they mean the world to me.