Song of the Last Place. (There is nowhere else to go.)
Haunting the old nuclear missile targetting station on top of Mt. Tamalpais on the San Francisco Bay.
Inspired by this poem by beat poet Lew Welch:
THE SONG MT. TAMALPAIS SINGS
by Lew Welch
This is the last place. There is nowhere else to go.
but for a few,
Man follows the Sun.
Or follows what he thinks to be the
movement of the Sun.
It is hard to feel it, as a rider,
on a spinning ball.
Centuries and hordes of us,
from every quarter of the earth,
now piling up,
and each wave going back
to get some more.
“My face is the map of the Steppes,”
she said, on this mountain, looking West.
My blood set singing by it,
to the old tunes,
among these Oaks.
This is why
Once again we celebrate
the great Spring Tides.
Beaches are strewn again with Jasper,
Agate, and Jade.
The Mussel-rock stands clear.
This is why
Once again we celebrate the
Headland’s huge, cairn-studded, fall
into the Sea.
For we have walked the jeweled beaches
at the feet of the final cliffs
of all Man’s wanderings.
This is the last place. There is nowhere else we need to go.
Musicians: Katy Boyd (cello), Jimmy Dillon (guitar) - Based on JS Bach's 5th Cello Suite (Serabande) This is the 3rd film in the West Peak Trilogy: 1) Invisible Peak: https://vimeo.com/84477950 2) Mountains Made of Chalk: https://vimeo.com/119016971
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