January 2010
35 posts
Unlock the doors and blow the windows open, Stop the clocks and leave no truth unspoken Although when living true you may feel lost A thousand times, the prize is worth the cost Let down the walls and drop all the pretences Dismantle the trapdoors and barbed wire fences Invite the good, the bad, the beauty in Through once thick skin, now beautifully thin
True strength is found in those who cry...
Geographically, I am misplaced My every act, a pointless waste When it is not that thing I love I wish that push would come to shove Me off my seat and down the slide Where dizzy peaks and troughs collide With firespinning, prizewinning Tyre swinging, bell ringing Magic feats all juxtaposed And magic doors no longer closed
Oh beautiful magical thing…
hitrecord:
Morgan M Morgansen is almost done! Locked the Picture. Nathan the composer says that the process of the collaborative hitREChorchestra is blowing his mind. Still not too late to contribute to the score here - http://hitrecord.org/records/28811
Yes, I cried.
jaredgeller:
incredible.
lapetitecoccinelle:
hitrecord:
Robert Redford visited us in the REC Room. We showed him Morgan M Morgansen and he was way into it. I offered to stop it halfway through and talk to him but he chose to finish watching. He’s into what we’re doing and says we should get on the Sundance Channel!
Robert Redford and the Sundance Film Festival are almost...
Hehehe!!
katevh:
Holy crap this is fucking awesome.
everyoneelseisupstairs:
crazy hitRECorders <3
goodgirlindie:
100% on board with the both of you!
wonderbot:
YES!! This is amazing!
iasiosee:
A record is a method of repetition - a short film! This is hilarious! Watch it! One of the funniest videos I’ve ever seen :-) These guys rock! Btw, try not to laugh at 3:00 - probably won’t...
Datesoon Destiny's Ditty
A potential poem for Destiny’s pre-date…
I’m atweetin and a titterin My legbones is a jitterin This moon-up is for me and you I gotta pamperfy and preenerize Colourize my bambi eyes And cherry-bomb my lifty-lips too Narcissing in the double-glass I twitflit and toetap I flitter-flap my see-globe hairs When I apparate on our first date I want your jawbone on your plate And daisydrops...
Inspiration is a collaborative effort and an infinite cycle.
– Jenyffer Maria <3 (via moonmoth)
This is HitRECord. It’s an experiment. It’s an art movement. It’s a...
– dan and the Teafaerie (via teafaerie)
“My mind then wandered. I thought of this: I thought of how every day each...
Stream of consciousness-ness
This collapsing convex
Mirror mocks me
Time tick-tocks me
Spiteful, shocks me
How’d it get so late so fast?
Seconds ricocheting past
Rubber bullets bending
Hurtling towards ending
I am theory stringing
Clearly clinging
To the pleasing concepts
Diving no depths
And avoiding bubbled blood
That divers get
Emerging over-eager
To the surface
Seeking air
But finding only
Matted hair
...
hitrecordjoe:
Created collaboratively by the fine folks of hitRECord.org.
To be honest, since I saw this, I was sort of intimidated to write a remark. Because it’s such a big deal. I genuinely believe that I’ll always think of Morgan M. Morgansen’s Date with Destiny as a turning point for hitRECord going hand and hand with the transition from v3 to v4 and the transition from an informal...
Make Space for me in your Coffin
The internet died so I wrote a poem…
Make Space for me in your coffin
Let me hold your empty shell
When you turn back into nothing
Let me rot away as well
I am happiest decaying
It excuses many flaws
to call them tricks that time is playing
And avoid the dreaded pause
Let me hide inside your ribcage
Let me rattle in your bones
In your shelter I’m a blank page
Guiltless,...
Lawrie's V1 Morgan Edit!! →
It’s here it’s here - Lawrie’s first edit of Morg! And it’s utterly magical! Check it out on exposure room.
Password: hitrecord
For more infos…
http://www.hitrecord.org/records/22066
Everything is more complicated than you think. You...
One of my favourite monologues ever ever from one of my favourite movies…
richiemillennium:
lapetitecoccinelle:
Syndecnoche, New York (Charlie Kaufman, mon héros)
I love that this crucial monologue is delivered by such a minor character.