I want to translate my poem, “Just a New York Poem” by Nikki Giovanni, into a film that emphasizes the people of the poem without actually including full shoots of them. With the opening lines, I can imagine directly replicating the line by having a shot of two people holding hands. Or maybe even shoots of two people’s feet while they’re running. From there, I want to have a laughing shot where you can actually see and hear the person laughing. For the next few lines, I want to include different scenery clips. These clips wouldn’t be random. They would be shots of places where love can be found, i.e., under a tree in a park, in a book store, a cafe, etc. For the line about clothing, I have the idea of a mirror video of a skirt twirling. Overall, the first part of the film should feel light-hearted and spontaneous. After that there’s a slight tone shift.

The cyclone line makes me think of spinning around at night with the streetlights on. I’d like to replicate that but through the eyes of the person spinning. For the hurricane line, my mind immediately goes to a somber clip of heavy rain. However, since weather may not be on my side, I also see the hurricane in a more figurative way. So the hurricane of someone’s life which could visually be trying to navigate through a cluttered room. For the lines about cocktails and steak, I actually want to subvert that moment. So rather than having shots of fancy dinners, it could be late-night runs for fast food. I think a really cool concept for the rejected violin player would be to have a shot of a subway performer. From “maybe some fall evening” to “new york begins,” I kind of want to bring back earlier clips but in the opposite order they first appeared. The only original clip that would change would be the laughing shot. This time, the person wouldn’t physically be in the shot but we’d still hear them laugh. Lastly, I would end the “yes?” line with a clip of an outstretched hand. These ideas are a bit ambitious but I want to make the film feel like a video collage filled with snapshots since that’s how the poem felt.