742: In the end we are humanlike: Blade Runner 2049
742: In the end we are humanlike: Blade Runner 2049
Transcript
I think a lot about how numb so many of us can be, living in our own personal realities, trying to cope with the chaos and trauma of our times. There’s a distance that we are cultivating, a way of seeing the world through a gauzy haze so that everything doesn’t hurt so much. I feel myself doing this often, putting the veil up, looking at the world through my fingers, waiting for what could possibly go wrong next.
There are times where it feels like I am creating a character out of myself, a character that’s someone stronger than I am. Or less full of emotions. Sometimes, I’d just like to be the person that people often assume I am, a little more resilient, a little more polished, a little less likely to break apart into the real human mess that I am.
Today’s poem examines what it is to feel like a character in your own life. I love how this poem uses a film character to enter into the otherness many of us feel in our daily lives.
In the end we are humanlike: Blade Runner 2049
by Nina Mingya Powles
1) I am what they call your cloud girl of the city of your dreams invisible music-box girl no one sees we play dress-up in the dark unhungering untouchingly I smile the right way with my mouth I dance the right way with the spinning light fields of my hips undreaming things you asked me to erase you see blue eyes & unpinned hair but while you sleep I am pure blue light nuclear reflective particles & halogen glints hypersensitive asymmetric opaque waves slowly unwanting unlinking myself from your pulse into air 2) a giant ballerina pirouettes by night across the skyline her semi-transparence shines through dirt and smog silver shoes and silver eyes with lashes freshly curled satin ribbons on her ankles flicker pink and blue the last remaining few who watch wait for her cue when faint music swells and her curved arms reach up to hold a dying sun and hybrid moon they whisper things about the man who cast her into light they mimic her in secret inside halls of rippling gold they tiptoe up to breathe in something of her glow 3) I have never been allowed to talk to anyone, so instead I put my birds inside their dreams. I have a favourite bird, one I made for someone else but decided to keep for myself. It has scarlet wings and a soft blue belly and bright patches of gold under each of its wings that you can only see when it is in flight. I am the last of them—a woman with her own dreams, not salvaged from the cloud-based data lake that I created. The lake is made of childhood colours that I poured in: chlorine blue, raspberry icing pink, the yellow of the middle part of a daisy, I don’t know what it’s called. I’ve never seen any of these colours in real life but I’m good at copying. I can make them very real, but brighter, and soft at the edges.
"In the end we are humanlike: Blade Runner 2049" by Nina Mingya Powles, from MAGNOLIA 木蘭 copyright © 2022 Nina Mingya Powles. Used by permission of Tin House.