Eric Cloutier

Radical recurrences & rancorous requests raze my daze.

I really hope this is well-received. I really hope there’s some sort of reprieve.

Shadows frighten what one oughtn’t be gripping (that thing before/hind you).

On the Clickity-clack Express it’s clear I’m always under duress, unless I forget.

Running up that [mountainous-outcropping] because there is none of this that’s stopping.

Remembrances past, remind me to pass.

Tales of old springing forth underlying dissatisfaction with current states of being.

Rather pointless, rather stilted, fetid; not what we want us going after.

Flitter like tittertatter trying to breathe while working, like a mad hatter; the outofbreath feeling rising from recursive reforgettings (or ...

Say Om as you reach home only to realize you never really left/stopped saying Om.

Still it’s really tall. Still it’s really floundering/falling/fading.

Slowed, stowed, achingly retold.

Pounding backbeats beaten by [(Don’t Get)] warm[welcomes]th.

Centrist revelations abound among repetitions & revisitings.

Locked away but not away; somewhere nearby but unreachable, a periphery so notfaroff it’s always in sight.

Beyond all human restraint lies one’s lugubrious layers of paint.

There is nothing left to do but complain.

Steadily reading while/becomes treading into murky waters.

Lines align during acclimated apexes, shadowy vertices, and bright burrows.

Wax and wane until there is naught but boring pain.

Time plods along in spattered irregularities as anger and depression coalesce in confusing amalgamations.

10 minute experimental film. Warning: this video involves frequent flashing of colors.

A ‘reversal’ of Jean-Léon Gérôme’s 1872 painting Pollice Verso.

4 minute experimental film.