This weekend we were part of the creative team that made this video -- in 48 hours.
It was part of the Birmingham Filmdashcompetition. Our constraints (the last two given at the start of the 48 hours) were these:
1. theme "happiness"
2. time limit 5 minutes
3. use a cocktail shaker as a prop
4. include the line "at least you'll never be a vegetable"
Friday, March 5, 2010
An ignorance a sunset
An ignorance a Sunset
Confer upon the Eye --
Of Territory -- Color --
Circumference -- Decay --
Its Amber Revelation
Exhilarate -- Debase --
Omnipotence' inspection
Of Our inferior face --
And when the solemn features
Confirm -- in Victory --
We start -- as if detected
In Immortality --
Emily Dickinson
Thursday, March 4, 2010
half
The second half of my life will be swift,
past leaning fenceposts, a gravel shoulder,
asphalt tickets, the beckon of open road.
The second half of my life will be wide-eyed,
fingers shifting through fine sands,
arms loose at my sides, wandering feet.
There will be new dreams every night,
and the drapes will never be closed.
I will toss my string of keys into a deep
well and old letters into the grate.
The second half of my life will be ice
breaking up on the river, rain
soaking the fields, a hand
held out, a fire,
and smoke going
upward, always up.
from Joyce Sutphen, Crossroads
Wednesday, March 3, 2010
Ducklington
"To Ducklington," the signpost read;
And "That's the way for me," I said,
For that (I thought) must surely be
A pleasant kind of place to see,
Where downy and delightful things
With yellow feet and cherub wings
And busy bills and bobbing heads
Will dip and dive in oiser-beds,
Or dabble by the brooklet edge
And hunt for tadpoles in the sedge,
Or, heedless of the careful clucks
Of such poor hens as mother ducks,
True infant Drakes, put out to sea
On the broad pond's immensity.
From Cicely Fox Smith, Ducklington
Tuesday, March 2, 2010
sea
WHEN the sea is everywhere
from horizon to horizon ..
when the salt and blue
fill a circle of horizons ..
I swear again how I know
the sea is older than anything else
and the sea younger than anything else.
From Carl Sandburg, North Atlantic
Monday, March 1, 2010
look back
Look back on Time, with kindly eyes --
He doubtless did his best --
How softly sinks that trembling sun
In Human Nature's West --
Emily Dickinson
Sunday, February 28, 2010
snow heart
The way a crow
Shook down on me
The dust of snow
From a hemlock tree
Has given my heart
A change of mood
And saved some part
Of a day I had rued.
