Bruce Baillie, a Film-Poet Collapsing Inner and Outer Space

My guilty pleasure is making short films and setting to music.  I've just seen today's NYTimes article "Bruce Baillie, a Film-Poet Collapsing Inner and Outer Space", and the discovery of his perfect genius is heady.  It seems to pull from the inside, rather than feed from the outside.   This clip makes me swoon.