December 2009
15 posts
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FADE OUT
Then I realised that it really isn’t much of a filmmaker blog without any actual films! So here is a very simple film, one actor, one room, shot with practical lights.
I directed this alone with a good friend of mine, the actor Jon Finnigan, and a marvelous script from my fellow artist and partner, Sarah Daly. In a sense this film was an experiment in performance...
A Life Through Godard
Chapped lips put me in mind of A Bout De Souffle and a short trip down cinematic memory lane later this emerged…
I run a thumb across my lip and I am Breathless; a walking homage to a classic debut I remember how, with such contempt for all Greek Gods, we drifted into the Inferno “This is my life to live” I said, assuredly. But it was a half-truth We are all confined And...
A Last Glance then Gone
Through window it shone The hall light was on And there you stood soaked “A nice day” you joked I said something was wrong Took a last glance Then gone
Hooks
Unhook the hooks and slam the good book shut You once were nothing now you’re nothing but Throw off your cloak and smoke a final smoke You walked on crutches til the crutches broke Erase the past, the slate it can be wiped When rug from under you is swiftly swiped
Oh. My. God. And I don't punctuate so oddly for... →
Green - short story
Hmmm..think this might still need some tweaking. Nonetheless here is my wordy contribution for today.
Green
A crackling campfire kaleidoscopes the black with blaze. All else elsewhere is ether. Lit lampish lounges a travelling-type, bedraggled Bedouin of the city-skirting scrublands. His lingering figure flummoxes foxes, unsettles slugs and subdues the skulks of suburban skunks. All stands...
Yesterday I stepped in poo...
Something is rotten in this room I think that thing is me For when I walked into this place Even the flies did flee I stepped in something hideous As I strode up the stair And to my sole it steadfast stuck I can still smell it there No matter how I try to pry The hideous stuff out It only clings much tighter still Or spreads itself about Oh woe is me, I have been cursed Forever to be rank I cant...
An attempt at some self-discipline
Right. Yes. From this day forth I do solemnly swear to almost always post a bit of writing every day. On the slow days I will post something old. But I will always post something. Probably.
Here’s today’s - a chunk of poem about the woman I pass on the way to work every day. Depending on what point in the journey I meet her, I know if I’m on time or not. Thank you prompt lady...
An awesomely chilling horror short from a certain...
Ceiling Devil By Lawrie Brewster It lays me into bed. My limbs paralysed. Trapped. I look to the soot stained window, smoke is rising. There is a calamity outside the door, flames flicker under it. I don’t have much time to explain. While I exist my conscious mind now speaks directly to yours. Listen as I describe the manner of death and the after-life, there is not much time. I can already see...