The Eleventh Film VII
Some thought it had to be negligence.
Others proffered chance as an explanation.
A by-product of progress.
An unforeseen response to technological change.
It was all of naught.
There was no suitable analysis.
The cosmic die had been cast.
They were among us now.
Summoned by the Eleventh Film.
It was now simply as if they had always been here.
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The Eleventh Film – A Flash Fiction Serial
Auguste and Louis Lumière put on the world’s first public film screening. It took place on December 28th 1895 at the Salon Indien du Grand Café in Paris. Eleven short films were on the bill that night. Only ten films are listed for posterity. The eleventh film was called The View of Pazuzu returning to the World. It was a desert scene, with a half-buried broken statue and a sandstorm. It ran for five-eighths of a second. It was not noticed by the audience.
It was actually Georges Méliès who first saw the angels and charted their progress as they moved like sainted bees. And ever since then we have tried to speak to them. But how can you talk to bees? What can you say? How would you even begin? And so we never did and that became the natural way of things and though we were granted a limited purview we were never truly ever given access.