Wednesday, November 14, 2018

DEPENDING ON THE LIGHT. by M.A. Littler


dead fields
clouds of red dust
a steer carcass

depending on the light
it was a place of great‎ beauty

three old barns
witnessed
great feuds

depending on the light
it was a place of great‎ pain

a turkey buzzard
sits on a split redwood post
waiting for death
depending on the light
it was a place of great‎ beauty
depending on the light
it was a place of great‎ beauty.






 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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