Wednesday, August 8, 2018


They bury their dead at night
4 small caskets
The death of children
Can break a town

The older ones
Cross the great waters
Seeking a new Jerusalem
Or at least a meal a day

The starving don't care about
Ancient orders
Enduring truths
And the permanent things

There's no room
For metaphysics
In the hearts
Of the hungry.

 M.A. Littler
M.A. Littler was raised in the old world and the new world, at airports, on junkyards, in motels and restaurants. He found employment as a bouncer, a barkeeper, a cab driver, a translator, a screenwriter, a journalist – even as an ambulance driver. All employment was short-lived.

In 1999, Littler founded Slowboat Films - a haven for truly independent cinema. In his films and writing he has displayed an unhidden affinity for outsiders of all sorts – radical intellectuals, outlaw historians, marginalized artists, obscure musicians and holy con men. 
When asked about this, Littler says: "I'm interested in people who dance to their own beat, prototypes who fix their radio with a blow torch. “

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