Philadelphia resident Ish Klein is not only a fine poet whose work dances on the border between mawkish sentimentality and lyrical poignancy, she’s also an excellent–if extremely bizarre–filmmaker.
Here’s a taste:
Her films often make me laugh so hard I find myself utterly depressed. Hahaha (sob). They’re like Roman Polanski films if Polanski worked in Pee Wee’s Playhouse.
Here’s another:
Her poems and films haunt in such a glorious fashion, I often find myself thinking about them in the most inappropriate and unexpected places.
And so apropos of nothing as is most appropriate, I thought I’d share them here.
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