While it is true that the poetic moment is a vertical time, a complex transverse instant that cuts across the horizontal prosaic continuum - gathering many simultaneities at once and condensing the object in an otherwise unthinkable unity of polarized irreconcilables, taking this literally leads to opposite results: poetics seldom leap into poetry although the lip sync can impress. O'Neill's crosscut superimpositions
Yes it's amazing and fabulous and very entertaining but Mubi is wrong about it being "rarely screened". I have a copy and will screen it for you anytime (digital projection) at my house in Berkeley, CA.
I think I like it as a part that it stands off a pretty good ground where Koyaanisqatsi moves away. A wonderful and haunting experimental film. On a formalistic level the optical printing work is absolutely amazing.