Great Regulars: The poem juxtaposes the finality

of the creature's extinction with the immortality traditionally conferred by art. "It's down. It's out" but at the same time "It's on its feet and born again". The analogy with "repetition compulsion" might go beyond cinematic technique to suggest not only the animal's trapped pacing, but the pattern-making instinct of the artist. A further shadow is cast by the fact that celluloid film, the very medium of "reincarnated light" which still gives grainy life to the unfortunate thylacine is now itself on the verge of extinction

Loop
62 seconds of the extinct Thylacine or Tasmanian Tiger on film.

from Carol Rumens: The Guardian: Poem of the week: Loop by Cliff Forshaw

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