Citizen Kane was released during a time of immense change and social conflict. It was also a time when film technologies, methods, and the overall popularity of the medium were reaching peaks. The film was also released during an era of history that was socially elitist and darwinistic. The rich white male elitist climate ofContinue reading “The Cinematic Innovations and Implications of Citizen Kane”
Never to have been lost, but finally found, what a beautiful cerebral charge! I smile, ear to ear as I read back on my own despair. My own weakness is my comedy And such a good one to! Too muchContinue reading “Never to Have Been Lost but Finally Found.”
Fair Gone again long, Dance no more, Too far gone, too fair gain, In lust or love none so. Crested on whatever that means? Up Down I see no more. I used to hate the crows, but the omens are realContinue reading “Stream of Consciousness to Thoughts and Loves Long For Not.”
Finally a break in the waves and the old ways die. No art must always surface in the tragic but in the emotion in the raw and its reality to the observers situation. What phenomena, the fact we observe, where in this neural web and drowned cave is this observer, where indeed? I wantContinue reading “And the Old Ways Die”
This was filmed where I’m from, HUMBOLDT!!
The Black Widow : Chapter 3 Life is already hard for our teenage heroine Lisa. But life gets even harder when a sexy serial killer starts killing every douchey guy and bitchy girl at her school and she becomes the prime suspect. Until one night when she finally comes face to face with the terrorContinue reading “The Black Widow : Chapter 3”
My own personal jazz singer, always in my pocket, singing “Feeling Good.” Breaking old dawns to the worthless cliches they have always been. It’s a new dawn It’s a new day It’s a new life and it’s all just for me. Sing on Nina, I’m feeling good.
I am my mind, One are three, Sense is none, Our Dreams are real, Our talks are waste, Our vaudeville is dead, Our wives are prudes, Our Husbands are daughters, Our Sons are whores, Our pages are dead, and everything is a satire upon a joke upon Irony. HA! 3/27/12
What now, rally obscure sexuality. Charge! Charge! Charge I say! Charge upon no frustrations reef upon the end of the charged of the royal and the entry whole. Beautiful release, no vulgarity only in the minds of those oh so sadly feeble, so weakly angry, no sin of the flesh, only pleasure, it is aContinue reading “What Now Rally on Lust”
Ten deep breathes, and let the words do all the work, let this chaos be my own, let that flesh be known to me. Let that idea sour in our skies and our speech. Let each and every one. Our wishes and prayers are pointless, no one hears them except the well and the priest.Continue reading “The Work of My Words”
Great Madame, I do but ask that a temporal heed is paid to my latin song. I do beseech your audience in all humble manners and ways. I do be you hear my off key, my remedy to my ode to my song to my deed to my art and above all to my love,Continue reading “Great Madame”
Go fuck yourselves. Seriously. I saw on twitter that there are pathetic excuses for “men” actually defending this guy, saying things like; “I blame blondes, not guns, for this one” “Well girls this is what you get for treating another nice guy like this” ARE YOU FUCKING SERIOUS!!!??? Last time I checked, NICE GUYS DON’TContinue reading “To the People who are actually defending the UCSB shooter….”