Alright, this one's been brewin' for a while. It's time I lay it on you... Everybody knows the phrase "a picture is worth a thousand words" and it rings true enough, right? Richard Yates, in his masterpiece Revolutionary Road, dedicates paragraph upon paragraph to describing Shep Campbell's secret love for April Wheeler. His envy of her husband, his contempt for his own wife... but in the movie it's summed up in the eyebrows... it's strictly implied in the eyebrows.
What if all we had were Shep's eyebrows? That would put a lot more pressure on the actor wouldn't it? What is the feeling in there? If we had 1,000 empirically accurate words to sum up every frame of film from 'the movie of our lives' then this would be a very different life, but of course that is not the way it is. Our lives are confusing messes full of misunderstandings and contradictions. We don't have Richard Yates whispering at 5000 words per second precisely what is going on and why.
Do you see where this is going? Here's what we're gonna do. We will pick a photograph, or a painting or something -- anything contained, complete and 2D. Then I will ask you to sum it up in +/- 1,000 words. If enough people participate then we can publish it, stick it in bookstores, and loan it to our neighbors!
Thursday, October 29, 2009
Thursday, October 22, 2009
Happy Birthday Eric Culp
Sunday, August 9, 2009
Thursday, August 6, 2009
domestic situation
gate clank
branch crash
forgive me if i indulge myself
this is my room, after all
after
all
this is
my room
cups rust
tambourines bruise
the earth
is some thesaurus
ultimately
this blog
is mine
branch crash
forgive me if i indulge myself
this is my room, after all
after
all
this is
my room
cups rust
tambourines bruise
the earth
is some thesaurus
ultimately
this blog
is mine
Tuesday, August 4, 2009
featherweights
lets not try to twist each other
around like radio dials
to the cleanest reception
lets run through
the pine trees
in spanish instead
around like radio dials
to the cleanest reception
lets run through
the pine trees
in spanish instead
1975
hey, i was looking for you
chalky black weeds
tangle of ankle
shadows of apple blonde hair
on redondo beach
with sand in the elastic
of my underwear
my arms asleep beneath your bones
the sun is coming
spinning as a chandelier
it still isn't scary
your obituary
my arms are none of this business
my arms, so full of hearts
sun -- bleeding like a blade
hey, i was looking for you
chalky black weeds
tangle of ankle
shadows of apple blonde hair
on redondo beach
with sand in the elastic
of my underwear
my arms asleep beneath your bones
the sun is coming
spinning as a chandelier
it still isn't scary
your obituary
my arms are none of this business
my arms, so full of hearts
sun -- bleeding like a blade
hey, i was looking for you
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