Monday, December 31, 2007
A night to be drunk on words.
Mulligan Stew (New York: Grove, 1979), p. 31.
Wednesday, December 26, 2007
Monday, December 24, 2007
I love my country
as it dies
in war and pain
before my eyes.
I walk the streets where disrespect has been
the sins of politics
the politics of sin
the heartlessness that darkens my soul
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
Now the time has come to fight
laws in the book of love burn bright
people you must win
for thee America
for all the high court world to see
Christmas in my soul
Christmas in my soul
Christmas in my soul
Joy to the world
--from CHRISTMAS & THE BEADS OF SWEAT, music and lyrics (except for Up on the Roof) by LN, 1962, Columbia Records, 666 Fifth Ave., P.O. Box 4455, New York NY 10101.
Saturday, December 22, 2007
Friday, December 21, 2007
Thursday, December 20, 2007
Wednesday, December 19, 2007
From A Dictionary of Quotations From Shakespeare, Margaret Miner & Hugh Rawson, eds., New York: Penguin, Meridian, 1996, p. 212.
Tuesday, December 18, 2007
(to the OLD GENTLEMAN)
Here is an example of a syllogism. The cat has four paws. Isidore and Fricot both have four paws. Therefore Isidore and Fricot are cats.
My dog has got four paws.
Then it's a cat.
I've barely got the strength to go on living. Maybe I don't even want to.
(to LOGICIAN, after deep reflection)
So then, logically speaking, my dog must be a cat?
Logically, yes. But the contrary is also true.
From Rhinoceros & Other Plays, Eugène Ionesco, tr. Derek Prouse (London: John Calder, 1960; New York: Grove, pp. 18, 19.)
Monday, December 17, 2007
Thursday, December 13, 2007
Wednesday, December 12, 2007
Sunday, December 9, 2007
"Why are they forever comfortable and really swell and relaxed in their old t-shirts and ripped, faded jeans? . . . Why do they think that Raymond Chandler is a cocaine connection? . . . Why don't they like the notion of themselves as 'overnight successes'? Does it have anything to do with the 'blow-job theory'? . . . Why do they hate to be recognized? . . . Why do they think that they 'work hard' for their money? . . . Why are they always in and out of one clinic or another? . . . Why don't they stop sucking on that bottled water? . . Is it true that they will hump anything that will stand still? . . . Why are they such glorious marks for fake paintings, fake antiques, and fake first editions? . . . Belatedly, Bromo Eddie queries: 'Why don't they go fuck themselves?' What a serious and well-informed citizen and consumer Eddie is!' "
IMPORTANT UPDATE: For dinner tonight, shrimp sauteed in butter, garlic and lemon, boiled white rice, asparagus, St. Pauli NA in a heavy bar glass of the type preferred by Inspector Morse (the late John Thaw) of the BBC television series on PBS, and a terrible (half) Napoleon--one has had homemade Napoleons, with rich filling and apricot jelly and wonderfully flaky puff pastry, so this slop on cardboard pastry was particularly disappointing.
Friday, December 7, 2007
"Surrounded on all sides by the dull roar of the anarchic urban fabric, the hospital, with its identical pavilions except for two or three more recent ones of a brutal modernism, and its monastic, silent courtyards, constituted a sort of island in the midst of the tumultuous fragile chaos like a sort of self-contained scaled-down universe, enameled and shiny from its obstetric service to its morgue, offering as though in miniature (or in some sort of résumé) the human machine in all its successive states from birth to final agony, including every possible deviation and anomaly until its definitive corruption."
"I'm especially upset to hear Weiner repeat the old canard that RFK ordered the killing of Castro. RFK did NOT order the CIA to kill Castro. EVER. There is NO such tape. NO such testimony. The closest you get are comments made NOT under oath by Richard Helms, which he refused to confirm when finally skewered on this point UNDER oath. Helms had his deputy, Sam Halpern, run around and tell people this was so, even though Helms knew this to be false. It's not clear if Halpern knew this to be false, it's only clear (now, with released records and additional comments from all the intimates of RFK still alive) that RFK would never have approved any murder plot. As RFK said to Dick Goodwin, he's the guy who tried to SAVE Castro.
"During the Cuban Missile Crisis, the CIA's Bill Harvey sent 10 commando teams into Cuba with the goal of killing Castro. When RFK found out, he was as furious as anyone had ever seen him. He demanded Harvey stop and Harvey said he couldn't call the teams back. RFK gave Harvey "five minutes" to explain what the hell he was thinking, doing this. Harvey tried to blame it on the Pentagon but RFK had already received believable assurances from the Pentagon that that was baloney. Five minutes later, with Harvey still talking, RFK walked. RFK then demanded the CIA fire Harvey."
No sources are specified for this information and one wonders why the weblog is anonymous.
"I was six when I saw that everything was God, and my hair stood up, and all that," Teddy said. "It was on a Sunday, I remember. My sister was only a very tiny child then, and she was drinking her milk, and all of a sudden I saw that she was God and the milk was God. I mean, all she was doing was pouring God into God, if you know what I mean."
short story "Teddy" which made an impression on me when I first read it as a teenager that's never left:
Thursday, December 6, 2007
An item from today's New York Times:
"About one in every 31 adults in the United States was in prison, in jail or on supervised release at the end of last year, the Department of Justice reported yesterday."This sounds fundamentally awful. One out of every 31 is a lot of people. People commit crimes because the U.S. educational system has failed them (as a result of inadequate government funding) and because U.S. capitalists have been exporting jobs without limitation for too many years. Every time you pick up an item stamped "Made in China" you're holding in your hand a fragment of the shattered American Dream of individual economic self-sufficiency. Historically, cities were viewed as the "flowers of civilization." Today, all too often, they are cesspools of unemployment and crime directly attributable to the capitalists' instinct to export jobs in order to exploit third-world workers willing to labor for pennies a day. "Love thy neighbor" has been translated by the capitalist into "Take advantage of thy neighbor." This needs to change.
Wednesday, December 5, 2007
Before I flew out of here last night (around 8:00) I tried to leave comments on a couple of your articles, then I saw I need a acct. which I will do so that I can spend some time in the waiting room. I’m especially fond of the time checks---very cool, very original. What’s the matter with people, no comments on that? I guess people are just as stupid out in cyber space as they are in real life.
The witch doctor is very informative and enlightening. I’m going to engage in recreational media sensory deprivation except for one source:
The Bush Doctor’s Waiting Room
I’m going to cancel my subscription to the Boston Glob, stop watching the morning news, drop out of the Kennedy School of Government’s extension school class I was enrolled in called:
Sustaining, Maintaining, and Upgrading the Military Industrial Complex & Other Hegemonic Interests of the U.S. in an Emerging Global Economy.
This course explores the development and implementation of strategies to occupy, suppress, dominate, demoralize, and overthrow weaker nations in a post ante-bellum era. We will learn ways to forcibly get what we want in the name of “Peace Keeping Missions”. We will focus on nations who have what we want and whose economic growth threatens our prosperity and our God-given right to life, liberty, and the pursuit of prosperity. We will explore ways to strip less fortunate nations of Natural Resources. We will justify this behavior following Good Biblical Precedent, as we are a God fearing people.
Prior Military Experience (a dishonorable discharge is desirable). If you have no prior military experience, we will consider two of the following:
A tendency towards violence.
A Criminal Record (bring in all paperwork)
Socially Deviant Tendencies
Post Traumatic Stress Disorder
An inordinate attachment to alcohol or other class 1 restricted substances
*All students must be registered Republicans
A Doc in the hand is worth Two in Bush.
Saturday, December 1, 2007
Friday, November 30, 2007
We discovered this evening that Ms. Keller carries a small pair of scissors in her flip-top cigarette boxes which she uses to extinguish her cigarettes; she typically smokes (when in public) in short non-consecutive shifts in an authorized smoking area, cleanly cutting off the ash after each shift and depositing the shortened cigarette back in the box for a second or third use, until it's so short it's not worth lighting up. This is the first time in recorded history, we should think, that a human being has done this.
Thursday, November 29, 2007
Monday, November 26, 2007
"Over the whole course of the cold war, the CIA had controlled precisely three agents who were able to provide secrets of lasting value on the Soviet military threat, and all of them had been arrested and executed."
"For eight years, from 1986 to 1994, the senior CIA officers responsible for these reports [on Soviet military assets] had known that some of their sources were controlled by Russian intelligence. The agency knowingly gave the White House information manipulated by Moscow--and deliberately concealed the fact. To reveal that it had been delivering misinformation and disinformation would have been too embarrassing. Ninety-five of these tainted reports warped American perceptions of the major military and political developments in Moscow. Eleven of the reports went directly to Presidents Reagan, Bush and Clinton."
Sunday, November 25, 2007
"When Rusk [i.e., future Secretary of State Dean Rusk] tried to organize a Burmese-language unit for [the intelligence section of] the army [in 1941], 'we looked around the United States for a native Burman . . . . We finally found one and we looked him up and he was in an insane asylum. Well, we fished him out of the insane asylum and made a Burmese language instructor out of him.' "
Friday, November 23, 2007
"Helms [i.e., Richard Helms, Director of the Central Intelligence Agency of the United States] tossed one over the White House wall that day [January 4, 1975], telling Kissinger that [former U.S. Attorney General] Bobby Kennedy had personally managed the assassination plots against Castro."
Thursday, November 22, 2007
Wednesday, November 21, 2007
THIS JUST IN: Vegetable curry dish over rice, a glass of water and, later at home, a slice of apple pie with a distinct taste of preservatives, euh.
IMPORTANT UPDATE: Baked skinless chicken breasts, french fries, steamed broccoli florets, St. Pauli Girl NA.
Stamp: 12:59 AM (I indicate the time because it irritates me that the time stamp that automatically accompanies each post is inaccurate.)
Tuesday, November 20, 2007
IMPORTANT NOTE: For dinner tonight, baked (farm-bred) salmon fillets (which I greatly prefer to wild salmon), rice, asparagus, and a bottle of Sam Adams lager. For dessert, three jelly-filled, vanilla-coated soft cookies which have given me heartburn.
Time Stamp: 12:36 AM
Monday, November 19, 2007
> 1) Listening to rock music at 60 is a very cool and natural thing to
> do...think of the Stones out on tour rockin the house EVERY night.
> McCartney at 64 turning out great music\
> SO don't stop listening...as a matter of fact "CRANK IT UP"
> 2) Music is a direct link to your life...you hear a song, you remember
> things, you remember a lot of things...and it can be wonderful. That
> is why I love listening to Brian Wilson songs...super happy, super
> simple time in my life...Innocence, girls on the beach, surfing,trying
> to get those girls on the beach, it just doesn't get any better)
> I see him in concert every chance I can and he is terrific...the love
> that comes from the audience towards Brain is incredible...almost
> shocking. You can tell that he feels it...IT IS ALL GOOD...so listen
> to your music...sweet,sweet music
> I could and sometimes sit in the great room at Camp Conor for hours
> enjoying "my music", drinking some wine AND smoking a great cigar...
> 3)I don't think time is running out for us...if we take care of
> ourselves...mentally and physically...get out there and run set a
> damn goal(mini-marathan) and do it...JUST DO IT.
> I am back in the gym almost everyday lifting weights and I really
> enjoy it...it is basic survival at our age
> 4)Age is all in the mind...I am really convinced of that fact...I can
> do ANYTHING I use to be able to do and better...that is why I want to
> get and stay on great physical strength. Not being able to defend
> Louise in a bad situation on a city street would not make me a happy
> camper...so do it for Betty if nothing else.
> 5)Professional drummer...I will make you a bet...if you took the next
> year and REALLY and I mean REALLY got back into the drums...you would
> be playing professionally somewhere after that year...you read about
> it EVERYDAY...it all comes from the heart.You can do anything you want
> to do...ANYTHING...that is one thing that age should have taught all
> of us.This thing called life is gone in a damn second...I still cannot
> believe that we have lost Conor...I live with that every minute of
> everyday. SO get up off the couch go buy some sticks and a drum pad
> and get your ass in gear. Hell, you put in a solid year of practice
> and I will get you a job playing with someone...you and Chris could
> start a band...
> If you REALLY want it make it happen...actually that is my favorite
> Mariah Carey song 'Make it Happen" if you don't have it go buy it and
> REALLY listen to what she is saying
> It's all up to you..."old man"
Sunday, November 18, 2007
Still thinking about Monsieur Bruno. Aging--how to deal with it? what to think of it? Aging for me, at 59, is above all else a feeling of irritation. They say "Nothing comes into a person's life as more of a surprise than old age," and I'm afraid this is true. That's a line from a film I rented, can't remember which. The thought that one is on the downhill side of the hill, it's irritating; that time is running out, it's irritating, mainly because one can't do anything about it. There's a mild sense of loss of control. One is caught in a very slowly closing vise. Now you mentioned aging of the limbic system in Bruno, and I've been thinking about that off and on since the moment I read it. The major source of happiness (as opposed to ecstasy) in my life has been, for the past twenty years, listening to home-made tapes of rock music while sitting in the Square and watching the world go by. But I've stopped doing it. It's as if making the transition from normalcy to happiness is a chore, something in me doesn't want to make the transition. And the happiness was intense, there were Saturdays (I only did it on the weekends) when I would listen for two hours or more, in summer and (wearing insulated boots and a heavy coat and hat) winter. Your novel makes me wonder if it isn't aging of the limbic system that is responsible for the sense of resistance I feel when I think about picking up the walkman and going into the Square to enjoy what I used to enjoy. Or maybe I'm just bored with it. The few times I've listened in the past five years, it's worked, the happiness was as intense as ever. But I've stopped doing it. Maybe the brain stem is not what it used to be. I think the reluctance to listen is partly the result of a feeling that it's ridiculous for a man about to turn 60 (unthinkable!) to be finding so much enjoyment in rock music. But classical music just isn't the same. didn't like any kind of music: "It gives me no new ideas and prevents me from contemplating my own." Like you, I have a deep love of silence. I'm reading a thin book of poems by David Ignatow on aging, Shadowing the Ground, and it's awful, which is a shame, and bizarre, because his Selected Poems is one of the best books of poetry I've ever read. Perhaps I don't listen to my tapes because I don't need as much happiness now? I don't know, but a really huge thing has drifted out of my life. And I'm content to let it go. Happiness from listening to funk--been there, done that. And perhaps a deeper reason I don't listen is because subconsciously I am infuriated that I didn't become a professional drummer. Time is running out, one is walking downhill, one is irritated. Fear doesn't come into the picture, it's just this constant low-level irritation framing one's consciousness, filtering one's vision. You want to push at the air and push aging away . . . .
Anyway, thanks again for sending me the Bruno typescript, and you gentleman copied on this email, keep your eye out for the publication of this work in 2008 or 2009, on , by Tsipi Keller via Sputen Duyvil (sp?) Press.
Hope this finds you well.
Saturday, November 17, 2007
Friday, November 16, 2007
Your Hallmark-card illustration was truly LOL funny. For Betty too. It's the guy being down on one knee that cracked me up. And wouldn't you know it, I came across a reference to you in a novel I was reading yesterday:
"A covey of important-looking joes stood on the outside of the circle impatient to speak to Deamer, yet unwilling to offend the press by breaking up the party."
You see that, the mere mention of your name inspires respect, is synonymous with respect, and tact. Lucky you. I'm just Rick. My name doesn't mean shit. Can you imagine "a covey of important-looking ricks." Never happen.
I made your poem into a poster for my wall. You could sell these, and other quotes and poems by RM.
Futility is the dark rich shitty soil
magnificent lilies of achievement
And here’s what I was trying to say the other day but couldn’t articulate it:
If futility is an exercise, then I’m a decathlon champ.
Get back Jo-Jo.
Thursday, November 15, 2007
Also…just a thought, but you have a fairly simple morality tale (bad guy wants to be good, can’t help his true self, which is to be bad), that can tie in with the antagonist that’s hunting him down…you don’t have to kill off Jill until the end (or ever, the choice is yours)…Clive’s actions in killing the husband is the catalyst to his own death, but in finding and saving Jill, he redeems himself…in other words, after meeting and getting to know Jill, there can be real hope for him, but after the bad guys either miss or kill Jill in the middle of the story, Clive turns from redemption and goes on to rampage and vengeance…maybe he wins in the end and kills everybody, but in the aftermath he loses Jill (if you keep her around)…
Wednesday, November 14, 2007
I’m glad that you and Betty liked the graphic that corresponds with your poem. I would be honored and delighted to be the illustrator of one of your books---an anthology of poems, short stories, observations, profound tips, sexual fantasies, radical political ideologies, instructions on organizing and starting revolutions, recipes using only condiments, and the psychoanalysis of first reader primer author psyches (if you get my drift). All the art will be unoriginal---in fact it will be stolen. I have been breaking into homes the past 30 years (give or take), stealing refrigerator art. At first it was to furnish the theme for a doctoral thesis linking artistic expression to socio-edu-economic status.
Then it became a hobby, then an obsession, and then an end in and of itself. There is no black market for refrigerator art (I learned), but I will establish the first Museum of refrigerator art and I will call it The Museum of Refrigerator Art. There will be rotating displays of everything from pre-school finger paints to advanced work in oils and pastels by special needs pre-pubescent foster kids. We will also have reciprocation with Refrigerator Art Museums worldwide. Problem with the Third World countries is that there are no refrigerators. So, we’ll be accepting, discarded tires, corrugated boxes, shingles, and there will be a tattoo category. There is a psycho-social commentary that I hope people get and that I hope leads to a full hour interview on the Charlie Rose Show someday and perhaps a Nobel Peace Prize nomination. If not, suicide is always an option and a comforting thought.
My kneeling guy graphic was inspired by your poem. It inspired in me a naive, humble, genuflecting, faithful, eager-to-do-good-deeds-doer, man of faith, in a worshipful, humble, prayerful, vulnerable posture planting the future of his life in SHIT. Pure Shit (capital “P” capital “S”) SHIT, nothing but SHIT (and he doesn’t even know it). God bless him. I love him, don’t you too? Well, you should because you created him and I thank you.
That aside, I’m delighted about your discovery of the “Joe’s” in the work of Mr. Spillane. Your discovery has served to provide me with new hope. I don’t have to be just a “Joe Blow”, “Joe Schmo”, “Average Joe”, etc. Deeply buried and most profoundly in the literature of Mickey Spillane, is my “Real Joe—the Joe who I am, the Joe who I can and shall be—THE JOE WHO IS ME!
Now don’t be so quick to put down your own name, Rick. I think you should go to that art supplies store between Central Square and Harvard Square , and pick up some finger-paints, Crayola Crayons, Yarn, Elmer’s Glue, popsicle sticks, balloons, and an assortment of buttons. Play in these media without self-censorship or self-imposed standards or expectations of results. It’s the journey, it’s the process, it’s the means to an end, not the end to a means that takes you wherever (if you get my drift) you want to go. Do this, and I guarantee that your name will take on deeper meaning—deeper than Mr. Spillane could ever hope to realize.
I’ve decided that football games from now on will be a means of self-expression for me. I’ll start out with benign statements like “Defense” or “Get ‘em”, or “C’mon, Ref!”, or “My Mother could have caught that! “ Then I will very craftily and subtly, start to infuse some remarks like you suggested the other day, such as, “ U.S. get out of North America ”. That’s a good one I think for starters for sure. I don’t know what this will become or where it will go and I don’t care. So come with me next time and feed me lines from your socio-edu-eco-politico-historico-psycho-evolutiono agenda and I will be your mouthpiece.
The great thing about yelling obscenities and inappropriate remarks at an IVY League contest is that you can always assert your First Amendment Rights to defend yourself and they have no comeback, so I’ve learned. If they do, you assert your Second Amendment right to pull out your favorite fire-arm and carelessly wield it around in their direction as you remind them that you’re pretty passionate about that First Amendment Right thing and they might want to reconsider. That usually works.
Joe “Where ya goin’ with that gun in your hand” Owens
Overall, I thought it was interesting, kind of an existential Pulp Fiction…
it had a very old-time feel, as if it should be set in the late 50’s or the
early 60’s, which you might want to consider changing it to as it would
add a starker, grittier feel to the piece. Also, it reads to me more like a
stage play than a film script…it’s loaded with dialogue and not much
happening visually that you would need it to be a film…it’s basically
people talking, shooting and driving around…something that can easily
be done on a stage… and I agree with Chris on the title . . . COCKED &
LOADED . . . you want to know what that's about.
Monday, November 12, 2007
Don't change the title
It fits the characters and the story
Notes on a criminal (not interested)
Cocked and Loaded (I want to know whats going on in there)
Don't over think it
This was your idea in the first place and it's great
Rock on Bro
Monday, November 5, 2007
Distinguished novelist and translator Tsipi
finally had time to finish C&L. I think the
dialogue is great, and so are the characters
- even if familiar from other such movies.
I have trouble believing they'd kill the
mother - not that i know much about the mafia,
but i think Mother is kind of Sacred, no?
I also don't like that Karen is killed - my
own personal proclivity is for them to survive
at the end and drive into sunset (in a kind of
spoof), or, since you also kill Lou at the end,
maybe Clive should also die - a la - even if "lucky" is his middle name?
At any rate, I think the screenplay is good
enough to send out as is, these minor points
would/could be ironed out at later point -
hopefully with producer and director who like
it. good luck, hope this is helpful,
Friday, November 2, 2007
I read your screenplay. I couldn't put it down, from start to finish. Reminded me a wee bit of Pulp Fiction.
As you well know, I'm not a literary/theatre/film critic, just a boring old political scientist. So what the hell do I know?
Some brief comments:
I found the enthusiasm of Jill in joining Clive and Lou immediately after the hold-up rather too neat and tidy, lacking credibility. Abused partners of men don't always rush at the opportunity for 'freedom', and may even be totally shocked and distaught if confronted by Clive's shooting of Frank. Asa consequence Jill's character is not well rounded out, not enough emotional ambivalence or trauma?
Lou's departure to the other gang is a bit obscure. He seems to vanish from the script and then appears suddenly later with the Lorettes.
The demise of the two women, Jill and Karen, also seems rather stark, stretching credibility somewhat -- especially in Karen's case. Blown off a roof? And how would such a huge wind have affected Clive's shooting?
I like the final scene, especially as I thought Clive and Lou had finally got their beans. But I think that the sequence of Clive alive and then revealing his gauze dressings (one assumes he was protected by a flak jacket, or were the wounds not fatal?), should be reversed -- wouldn't a more dramatic effect be gained by first showing a close-up of gauze dressings on a man's chest, then panning back slowly, to reveal Clive as the wearer, very much alive, etc?
Just a few thoughts, Rick. What do you think?
the handsome Clive, but I think you draw the move much too
sharply, with too little emotional confusion on her part. It would
round out her character if she showed rather more ambivalence
before throwing her lot in with Clive, though this could be
expressed after she'd made the move to actually run off with
him after Frank's killing. Confusing??
a closet international terrorist (though it would have to be a big closet).
Tuesday, October 30, 2007
You've raised an issue I wondered about myself--would the gusting winds affect Clive's shot? As to Karen going over the edge, Betty thinks that is pure bullshit, keeps telling me it would never happen. However, there was a tornado in Brooklyn a few months ago. And I've experienced freakishly high winds here in . Maybe it's better if Clive misses his shot--that would be appropriate for a neo-noir film, in which the world is presented as gritty and painful and sad and little else.
Jill has to run off with Clive, I have no film without that. Don't you think it's possible? Don't we go to movies to see people breaking through the usual barriers that keep us penned in? The French film ALIAS BETTY was an influence on C&L. Jill just acts on impulse, her subconscious suddenly rises up and carries her out the door with Clive. She's SO happy to have Frank out of her life, the beatings over, that her subconscious erupts in jubilation and insists on an immediate celebration. She really hated Frank. And then there's the effect of Clive being stunningly good-looking, that's crucial. I originally had Clive & Lou with stockings over their faces but knew Jill would never run off with a man who looked like that.
Almost every development in the plot was made up without forethought as I was writing, just plotting by impulse, spontaneously. I started with two guys outside a liquor store and knew they would rob it, but that was all. Everything else was impromptu, starting with the discovery of Jill crying at the register.
Your suggestion about a close shot on Clive's dressing at the end and then pulling back to show it's him is a good one--but screenwriters aren't allowed to write about camera moves or angles. That's the director's job, and they don't want suggestions. He'll mark them on the script and then the script is retyped as a "shooting script" and the scenes are numbered and off they go.
My biggest problem is that I don't know what to do next. Got any story ideas? I'll credit you. You'll make at least six figures, ho, ho, ho.
Very good to hear from you and get your reaction. Thank you again for commenting."
to finish. Reminded me a wee bit of .
just a boring old political scientist. So what the hell do
immediately after the hold-up rather too neat and tidy,
lacking credibility. Abused partners of men don't always
rush at the opportunity for 'freedom', and may even be
totally shocked and distaught if confronted by Clive's
shooting of Frank. Asa consequence Jill's character is
not well rounded out, not enough emotional ambivalence
seems to vanish from the script and then appears
suddenly later with the Lorettes.
rather stark, stretching credibility somewhat -- especially
in Karen's case. Blown off a roof? And how would such a
huge wind have affected Clive's shooting?
had finally got their beans. But I think that the sequence of
Clive alive and then revealing his gauze dressings (one
assumes he was protected by a flak jacket, or were the
wounds not fatal?), should be reversed -- wouldn't a more
dramatic effect be gained by first showing a close-up of
gauze dressings on a man's chest, then panning back slowly,
to reveal Clive as the wearer, very much alive, etc?"
1st best line "you want to go back to the
liquor store and I'll shoot him again for
2nd best line page 102 about c4 explosives
“Yeah it's when people are sitting still and
suddenly start moving at 27,000 miles per
hour.” That made me howl thanks
a line i thought could be better is the
bartender saying "there must be a better
way" to Clive. great to read
and of course so many more great lines
do not stop writing this stuff
i know easier said than done."
Chris' CD Orbit will premier on iTunes soon, check it, you won't be disappointed.
Saturday, October 27, 2007
"I don’t expect an MBA [who is producing a film] to be Northrop Frye, but I do want to hear his opinions and I’d ask for them were they not given. Do I want to hear [about terms such as] “arc” and “journey” and how does someone “change” through the course of the movie? No, I do not. People change in stories about people changing, not in every story. Not every story is A Christmas Carol. You get this crap about “story” because of these chuckleheads out there running script classes, who really prey on confusion about art and people’s genuine desire to learn. It’s shameful what they’ve done to discourse about motion pictures and to film itself. Writers literally get fired in this business because they aren’t providing enough “journey” in a story that doesn’t call for any. There are no general rules to any sort of writing. Each work has its own inherent rules. You discover them. You don’t import them."
Source: Collider.com, Feb. 18, 2007.
Friday, October 26, 2007
Too terribly true. Sometimes.
This observation is from the Tsipi Keller's novel Retelling (New York: Spuyten Duyvil [Spitting Devil], 2006) which is available at Amazon.com. I recommend this book without reservation.
IMPORTANT NOTE: For dinner tonight, baked salmon fillet, fried red potatoes (that had been blanched) with onions, sauteed mushrooms. Ran out of Beck's NA and had to drink frigging water. When Dad would be asked by a waiter if he wanted water, he would say: "It's against my religion."
Time stamp: 11:49 PM
Wednesday, October 24, 2007
Well,,,,,,,I thought the Title was a hook for a Porno film, but it was a very easy read and I thought substantial enough to hold me until the end. The question of my own ignorant mind is how original is the setting, concept and plot...you would know better. I liked it.
By the way I know some people in Hollywood such as the lawyer for Eddie Muphy in the Art Buchwald fight and Kenny Horton who lived next to me in Smoke Rise is a tv producer now.
Tuesday, October 23, 2007
So that's enough for now.
Note to Tsipi: Your comment about "beggar writers" was too terribly true. Puts me in mind of a passage from Bernhard's On the Mountain:
"No worse rabble than writers, artists, all achievements glossed over, tremendous exertions dismissed with slander and silence, the status of the writer is even lower than that of shopkeepers, much lower than that of politicians, to get to the writers: get down into the dirt."
Time stamp: 6:09 PM.