I Have No Rain, and I Must Sing
They were technical advisors to Stanley Kubrick.
Not for that film—they didn’t understand
how to search for God through the dark
matter of stars. They didn’t see
the world in 70mm spherical optics.
Their perceptions were tightly framed
and intimate. The universe seemed more real
when you couldn’t turn away.
They performed a director’s cut of their own
under clear skies in Lancashire. Until
they had surpassed the work
of the master causing the film to darken,
as they continued to look for God,
or Kubrick, whom they had never met.
They were technical advisors to Stanley Kubrick.
Not for that film—they didn’t understand
how to search for God through the dark
matter of stars. They didn’t see
the world in 70mm spherical optics.
Their perceptions were tightly framed
and intimate. The universe seemed more real
when you couldn’t turn away.
They performed a director’s cut of their own
under clear skies in Lancashire. Until
they had surpassed the work
of the master causing the film to darken,
as they continued to look for God,
or Kubrick, whom they had never met.
The secret of poetry is cruelty.--Jon Anderson