This another collaborative project with Iness on a poem that is a bit underrepresented on the internet but in my mind it's more relevant than ever. The entire shooting took place in a small greek village and I attempted to showcase the life of fishermen in the area. I'd like not to explain anything else about my interpretation of the poem and about the reasoning of my visual selections. Please don't follow my example and share your thoughts. By the way, It's been a year since this poetry project took off on my channel and I can say with certainty that collaborating with people has been one of the most fulfilling experiences of this journey, so a big "thank you" to Iness for contacting me and making this video a reality.

Forever Humbled
a kid with a camera

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References

The narrator is Iness J.

Her email.
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The music is this:
Scott Buckley She Moved Mountains

My equipment:
I film handheld with a Panasonic Lumix
G80
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GX80
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Olympus M.Zuiko Digital 45mm F1.8 Lens
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A few Pablo Neruda books
The Poetry of Pablo Neruda
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The Essential Neruda: Selected Poems
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Twenty Love Poems and a Song of Despair
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Keeping Quiet by Pablo Neruda

Now we will count to twelve
and we will all keep still
for once on the face of the earth,
let’s not speak in any language;
let’s stop for a second,
and not move our arms so much.
It would be an exotic moment
without rush, without engines;
we would all be together
in a sudden strangeness.
Fishermen in the cold sea
would not harm whales
and the man gathering salt
would not look at his hurt hands.
Those who prepare green wars,
wars with gas, wars with fire,
victories with no survivors,
would put on clean clothes
and walk about with their brothers
in the shade, doing nothing.
What I want should not be confused
with total inactivity.
Life is what it is about;
I want no truck with death.
If we were not so singleminded
about keeping our lives moving,
and for once could do nothing,
perhaps a huge silence
might interrupt this sadness
of never understanding ourselves
and of threatening ourselves with death.
Perhaps the earth can teach us
as when everything seems dead
and later proves to be alive.
Now I’ll count up to twelve
and you keep quiet and I will go.