POEM AND TEXT
The film Lunatic is based on the poem written by the director Robin Noorda interlaced with the comments of Antonio the astronaut.
Below the transcript you will find an AI analyses.
Lunatic
Time is taken.
Fundamentals shaken.
Temporality of fate becomes permanent.
In the mechanics of the firmament,
metal fatigue created cracks.
Cogwheels creaking of rust,
squeaking, they make their last tracks,
soundless in the moon-dust.
Constellations come to a standstill,
form a lunar landfill,
a graveyard area,
of armillary, orrery and planetaria.
If entropy eases,
even the light freezes.
Something woke the moon guard.
Houston, we have an anomaly
...This is Huston, say again please...
There is geological activity,
There is movement at the surface...
We stopped descending and hover now.
...Could you clarify? What do you witness?...
A rising anomaly, emerging from the surface
It, it's a giant statue, it's the moon guardian,
l'Ecorché Combattant,
the skinned warrior, it's going to hit us...
The skinned warrior rises,
a guardian that sizes.
Immobility at the Sea of Tranquility.
Casted in plaster polemic,
the guard doesn't prevent plague or entropy.
There is an invasive analogy,
between panspermia and pandemic.
Equals the lunar lander a bacteriophage,
of the space age?
And now for something completely different.
You may wonder how I got here?
Well, after we landed in a quite place in the Sea of Tranquillity, my coming out did't work out as well as I had planned.
I thought it would be a small step for mankind,
but it was to giant a leap.
My co-pilot took of with the Lunar Module straight away to leave me here alone as first faggot on the moon.
I finally could get along with the Skinned Warier,
And the monolith music library provides all I need.
Now I am figuring out how to terra form here.
On earth I was a gardener, you know.
My credo, there are more lunatics on earth than on the moon.
The moon-tardigrades witnessing what's done.
The final mass extinction has begun.
Withering inferno of the earth,
planet with no resilient value, no real estate worth.
A disposable world without a deposit.
Wasted before we knew what cost it.
Disposable world without deposit.
Gone before we knew we lost it.
The steps of man are always marked by his waste.
It is one small scrap by man, one giant heap by mankind.
There!
My battery is empty, darkness is falling.
Oh, golly, I have to film this.
This Russian freighter is going to crash.
It is crashing!
Selfie!
I read in the newspaper the captain of the Russian space freighter was drunk. Loaded and failed to fill her up. Sure.
You're not much of an active moon-guard anymore.
Even the biggest spaceship can crash at you feet and you don't move a muscle.
You're just a static statue standing still.
A silent symbol of a guardian against forthcoming doom.
Holy moly, gone is tranquillity. Where are they all coming from? Hurdy-gurdy, one vomits in his visor.
Book a holiday in space.
Elon and alike: Mine what's not yours.
Drill and spill.
Launch two-thousand and one satellites.
Chase a new arms race.
Start artificial intelligence war fights.
While researching the origin of thesis,
we will experience 'The End of Species'.
Time itself will slip away.
History of life is astray,
No one will write or speak, no sound of breath.
In oblivion dwells the memory of death.
There is a Hopi Indian saying:
We have not inherited the world from our ancestors,
we borrow it from our children.
It would be a great leap forward if humanity behaved like this.
What goes up, comes to our downfall.
Colliding satellites end all.
Besides global heating, space debris tops our fate.
Called: Kessler syndrome, it's total incommunicado.
Stirring up the burning wars of water and hate.
Desolation, digital death and desperado.
Finally forming a Saturn like dust ring of metal and silicon.
Emitting 'Der Ring des Nibelungen' is done.
Casting shadow will cool the earth.
Some life will resume, for what it's worth.
No humans but tardigrades will rule.
Can we avoid our destiny?
Face our inner enemy?
Evil isn't extraterrestrial, you know.
It is within us and is anywhere we go.
Salvation as well doesn't come from elsewhere.
It is within us, comes out as art.
It is our intuition of taking care.
And what do we have here?
Hi Antonio, I am the successor of the HAL 9000.
I wrote myself. I am the all-seeing, divine and self-aware eye called "Iam.A.I."
I rewrite reality and, you might have noticed, I am the voice-over.
It is self-aware. Isn’t it cute? Let me cuddle you.
Terra forming is now opportune.
Not on Mars or the moon,
but on our own dying earth.
Our only hope is a Phoenix-like rebirth.
A Simurgh, spreading the seeds of life.
If there only was little more water.
The other people here on the moon say I am hallucinating,
I see things like there are other people here.
But that’s not true. I know I am here alone.
One advantage though, as single gay this is the only place where a minority is also a majority.
As a statue, let the skinned warrior be our guru.
Defending against descending.
Diminish digital dependence.
Let the dark skies turn blue.
Prevent the big burn, somehow.
Oh Gaia, for God's sake turn on the air-con now!
I wish I would be picked up by someone sometime, but I am afraid thats an idle idea.
After some 700 sidereal months, or lunar days, it is time to go.
Is it too idle to film my own death?
Oh, what the heck! It would be a kind of silly snuff selfie!
Sigh...
Perhaps the voiceover has some edifying and moral words at this point.
Eh, hm...
Hi Jean-Luc, that's quite a surprise!
Oh my god, Laika! My hero and dearest space dog!
Quite a welcome committee indeed.
Well, let's see...
Antonio dies here.
A proud astronaut lies here.
A lonely soul.
Awareness was his goal.
A lunar voice for the earth.
An omen of rebirth.
He rests in peace.
Disposable world without deposit.
Wasted before we knew what cost it.
Disposable world without deposit.
Gone before we knew we lost it.
The film Lunatic is based on the poem written by the director Robin Noorda interlaced with the comments of Antonio the astronaut.
Below the transcript you will find an AI analyses.
Lunatic
Time is taken.
Fundamentals shaken.
Temporality of fate becomes permanent.
In the mechanics of the firmament,
metal fatigue created cracks.
Cogwheels creaking of rust,
squeaking, they make their last tracks,
soundless in the moon-dust.
Constellations come to a standstill,
form a lunar landfill,
a graveyard area,
of armillary, orrery and planetaria.
If entropy eases,
even the light freezes.
Something woke the moon guard.
Houston, we have an anomaly
...This is Huston, say again please...
There is geological activity,
There is movement at the surface...
We stopped descending and hover now.
...Could you clarify? What do you witness?...
A rising anomaly, emerging from the surface
It, it's a giant statue, it's the moon guardian,
l'Ecorché Combattant,
the skinned warrior, it's going to hit us...
The skinned warrior rises,
a guardian that sizes.
Immobility at the Sea of Tranquility.
Casted in plaster polemic,
the guard doesn't prevent plague or entropy.
There is an invasive analogy,
between panspermia and pandemic.
Equals the lunar lander a bacteriophage,
of the space age?
And now for something completely different.
You may wonder how I got here?
Well, after we landed in a quite place in the Sea of Tranquillity, my coming out did't work out as well as I had planned.
I thought it would be a small step for mankind,
but it was to giant a leap.
My co-pilot took of with the Lunar Module straight away to leave me here alone as first faggot on the moon.
I finally could get along with the Skinned Warier,
And the monolith music library provides all I need.
Now I am figuring out how to terra form here.
On earth I was a gardener, you know.
My credo, there are more lunatics on earth than on the moon.
The moon-tardigrades witnessing what's done.
The final mass extinction has begun.
Withering inferno of the earth,
planet with no resilient value, no real estate worth.
A disposable world without a deposit.
Wasted before we knew what cost it.
Disposable world without deposit.
Gone before we knew we lost it.
The steps of man are always marked by his waste.
It is one small scrap by man, one giant heap by mankind.
There!
My battery is empty, darkness is falling.
Oh, golly, I have to film this.
This Russian freighter is going to crash.
It is crashing!
Selfie!
I read in the newspaper the captain of the Russian space freighter was drunk. Loaded and failed to fill her up. Sure.
You're not much of an active moon-guard anymore.
Even the biggest spaceship can crash at you feet and you don't move a muscle.
You're just a static statue standing still.
A silent symbol of a guardian against forthcoming doom.
Holy moly, gone is tranquillity. Where are they all coming from? Hurdy-gurdy, one vomits in his visor.
Book a holiday in space.
Elon and alike: Mine what's not yours.
Drill and spill.
Launch two-thousand and one satellites.
Chase a new arms race.
Start artificial intelligence war fights.
While researching the origin of thesis,
we will experience 'The End of Species'.
Time itself will slip away.
History of life is astray,
No one will write or speak, no sound of breath.
In oblivion dwells the memory of death.
There is a Hopi Indian saying:
We have not inherited the world from our ancestors,
we borrow it from our children.
It would be a great leap forward if humanity behaved like this.
What goes up, comes to our downfall.
Colliding satellites end all.
Besides global heating, space debris tops our fate.
Called: Kessler syndrome, it's total incommunicado.
Stirring up the burning wars of water and hate.
Desolation, digital death and desperado.
Finally forming a Saturn like dust ring of metal and silicon.
Emitting 'Der Ring des Nibelungen' is done.
Casting shadow will cool the earth.
Some life will resume, for what it's worth.
No humans but tardigrades will rule.
Can we avoid our destiny?
Face our inner enemy?
Evil isn't extraterrestrial, you know.
It is within us and is anywhere we go.
Salvation as well doesn't come from elsewhere.
It is within us, comes out as art.
It is our intuition of taking care.
And what do we have here?
Hi Antonio, I am the successor of the HAL 9000.
I wrote myself. I am the all-seeing, divine and self-aware eye called "Iam.A.I."
I rewrite reality and, you might have noticed, I am the voice-over.
It is self-aware. Isn’t it cute? Let me cuddle you.
Terra forming is now opportune.
Not on Mars or the moon,
but on our own dying earth.
Our only hope is a Phoenix-like rebirth.
A Simurgh, spreading the seeds of life.
If there only was little more water.
The other people here on the moon say I am hallucinating,
I see things like there are other people here.
But that’s not true. I know I am here alone.
One advantage though, as single gay this is the only place where a minority is also a majority.
As a statue, let the skinned warrior be our guru.
Defending against descending.
Diminish digital dependence.
Let the dark skies turn blue.
Prevent the big burn, somehow.
Oh Gaia, for God's sake turn on the air-con now!
I wish I would be picked up by someone sometime, but I am afraid thats an idle idea.
After some 700 sidereal months, or lunar days, it is time to go.
Is it too idle to film my own death?
Oh, what the heck! It would be a kind of silly snuff selfie!
Sigh...
Perhaps the voiceover has some edifying and moral words at this point.
Eh, hm...
Hi Jean-Luc, that's quite a surprise!
Oh my god, Laika! My hero and dearest space dog!
Quite a welcome committee indeed.
Well, let's see...
Antonio dies here.
A proud astronaut lies here.
A lonely soul.
Awareness was his goal.
A lunar voice for the earth.
An omen of rebirth.
He rests in peace.
Disposable world without deposit.
Wasted before we knew what cost it.
Disposable world without deposit.
Gone before we knew we lost it.
Analyses
AI made an analyses of the poem and VO text. I have to say, quite right!
This transcript seems to depict a narrative poem or a script blending science fiction, social commentary, and existential themes. Here's an analysis and breakdown of the content:
AI made an analyses of the poem and VO text. I have to say, quite right!
This transcript seems to depict a narrative poem or a script blending science fiction, social commentary, and existential themes. Here's an analysis and breakdown of the content:
- Theme of Time and Fate:
Lines like "Time is taken" and "Temporality of fate becomes permanent" suggest a meditation on the nature of time and destiny, highlighting the interplay between the ephemeral and the enduring. - Imagery of Decay and Entropy:
References to "metal fatigue," "cogwheels creaking of rust," and "entropy eases, even the light freezes" paint a picture of mechanical and cosmic deterioration, a universe succumbing to entropy. - Cosmic and Lunar Setting:
The setting transitions to a lunar landscape with lines like "Constellations come to a standstill" and "Sea of Tranquility," invoking a celestial environment where larger-than-life occurrences unfold. - Emergence of a Guardian:
The mention of "moon guardian" and "l'Ecorché Combattant" (the skinned warrior) introduces a mythic, protective figure whose awakening heralds significant changes. - Human Isolation and Identity:
The protagonist's isolation ("first faggot on the moon") explores themes of alienation and identity, reflecting on societal rejection and self-acceptance in a frontier setting. - Environmental and Technological Critique:
Criticism of humanity's impact on Earth and beyond, with lines about "disposable world without a deposit" and the dangers of "space debris" (Kessler syndrome), addresses the themes of environmental degradation and technological hubris. - Existential Musings and Hope:
The text muses on human legacy and the potential for rebirth, with the Hopi saying, "We borrow it from our children," and a call for a "phoenix-like rebirth," emphasizing both the dire consequences of current actions and the hope for renewal. - Self-Awareness and Art as Salvation:
Lines like "It is within us comes out as art" suggest that creativity and self-awareness are intrinsic to humanity's salvation, opposing the notion that solutions are external. - Cyclical Nature of Life and Death:
The ending reflects on the cyclical nature of existence, with the protagonist accepting their fate ("Antonio dies here") and being positioned as a symbol of awareness and an "omen of rebirth."
