film: kwaidan

(moto, nyc)

. . . . .

another film
for abby's
beautiful film week.


when i was little,
(not sure how little
but when you
remember things
in patches of moments)
my dad piled
all 5 of us kids
into the station wagon,
drove somewhere
that seems far away
(long beach?)
to see a film
called
kwaidan.



all i remember
were bits
and pieces
(i think that
i may have nodded off)
and the story of
hoichi the earless.



it is one
of my clearest
memories
from childhood
and i never forgot
the frightening beauty
of that movie.





years later
i mentioned
this to my siblings
and each
and every one of us
felt the same way.
the imagery
of that
saturday afternoon
movie so long ago
was burned into
each of
our memories.







watch
the trailer.

xo