"Dialogue entre un poète noir américain enfermé à vie et moi. Sur le ton de la confidence, Spoon, évoque ses 19 ans de vie somnambulique jusqu’à sa condamnation, puis sa découverte de la poésie et de l’écriture. Le récit initiatique de sa descente aux enfers s’inscrit au creux des images de son pays, le désert du Mojave, et de mes paysages intérieurs, quand l’émotion les y convoque. Car Spoon explique, que s’il n’écrivait pas, Il serait  une ombre boxant avec la mort."
(Michka Saäl)

In 1978, Spoon Jackson was sentenced to life imprisonment. In jail, where he still lives, he discovered poetry and his own literary talent. Michka Saäl knows Spoon. She never sees him but she talks to him on the phone. She listens to him reading his poems. She fi lms landscapes which are his own kind of freedom, or his dreamed escape. She fi lms bodies that dance and wonder if it is possible to translate words into movements, if it is possible to give Spoon some freedom of movement, even vicariously.