Lisa Forslund: Ships passing in the night

So I made this film

So that my new boyfriend will treat me better 

So he will not crush my heart with his hooves 

Like my old cow did

So what I’m saying is I must remember

It was so bad

So I’m letting you see me and my old cow 

Such a good comparison—a man is a cow 

So clumsy with my heart

So spoiled

So that’s how I want you to see it 

Patterns of distrust

Unlocked in my old cow’s face 

As the blood boils in his veins

So I am the water in his boiling blood

They were

So right when they said we were 

So wrong for each other

So this is what my words want to say about it 

I was the disaster

And so was he

The world is just a million little scenes 

So alike

So we could have just traded lives with each other 

And nothing would change

We never really broke up

So that’s why I made this film

So my new art won’t crush my soul 

like my old cow did

So loud is the hunt for a good story—and so useful 

So I cast my old cow to play himself

So all I will remember

Is the lines he said while playing

Not his cow like screams when arguing in bed 

So ugly, that word

Moo!

So when you stage a memory 

You forget what really happened

So now that information is lost forever

The heartbeat is Like a living clock 

It counts the time 

So a clock is

A dead pulse

Life is a calculation example I think

So is my pulse after many hours of arguing

So this art is made for my new pulse 

So it will not race

So it will not hammer like a hoof against my chest