Amazing Visions: Epic Octopus on the Way

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Amazing Visions: Epic Octopus on the Way
Vimeo Videos Discovered by Jennifer Kiley
Created on 8th February 2014
Posted Wednesday 19 February 2014
AMAZING VISIONS

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WHEN POSSIBLE WATCH VIDEOS WITH FULL SCREEN AND HEADPHONES ON
THE EFFECT IS SO MUCH MORE AN AWESOMELY AMAZING EXPERIENCE!!! :-)

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REFLECTIONS.
VISUALLY EROTIC.
CAR TRIP THROUGH GERMANY
HAVING A MOST UNUSUAL
VISUAL EXPERIENCE.
ENJOY YOUR TRIP!!! :-) jKm

The Way – kveten

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PREPARE YOUR SELF FOR A MIND TRIP
IMAGES VIBRATING CHANGING RAPIDLY
AWESOME AH!!! MOMENTS UNBELIEVABLY ARTISTIC
BRINGS BACK THE DAY TRIPPING MIND EXPANSION
SAY HELLO TO TIMOTHY LEARY ON YOUR VISIT
INSIDE THIS VIDEO ALL VISUAL HALLUCINATIONS
ARE ACCEPTABLE ART TRANSFORMING YOUR PERCEPTIONS

Austin Anijam 2014 – The Octopus Project “Mmkit” – Austin Motion Artist Group

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READ BELOW THE CREATOR’S EXPERIENCE
MAKING AN AMAZING VISION TO SHARE
WHAT NATURE IS AND HAS BEEN
BUT WILL IT CONTINUE TO BE?

The Epic Land Part 1 -The New Zealand Landscapes Timelapse – Beven Percival

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Once again the lure of capturing the beauty of the wilderness landscapes around here has got a hold of me and taken up all the spare moments between my day job and kids. Preserved here are some brief moments of light and time that I have experienced over the last 6 months or so.

Every time I go into the wilderness I wonder how much longer will we be able to gaze into truly dark night skies. I wonder too if the way in which the climate seems to be rapidly changing will have an impact on the way that my kids and their future generations experience these wilderness places and the impact that it might have on this ‘epic land’. It’s all too easy to forget about those things in our busy lives.

I hope this time lapse show reel helps you experience a little piece of this epic landscape. What I am not able to show is the effort behind every scene and the great challenges that mother nature throws at you when you are trying to do this stuff. Even though every scene was planned in my head I don’t think any of them turned out the way I envisaged and often the conditions would get the better of me and my gear. On the flip side sometimes you’ve just got to be out there because you can’t plan when the conditions will present ‘a little piece of magic’.

Please leave a comment if you wish, I’d love to hear from you.

All scenes shot in the North Island of New Zealand.

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Anais Nin: Thinks of June — Part Two

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Anais Nin: Thinks of June — Part Two
The Diary of Anais Nin — Volume One
Transposed by Jennifer Kiley
Post Created by Jk the secret keeper
Illustrated j. kiley
Post Created on Wednesday 30th October 2013
Posted on Sunday 3rd November 2013
A Writer’s Word

Monet_Claude-Woman_in_the_Garden._Sainte-Adresse darkness modeMonet, Claude — Woman in the Garden

Anaïs Nin
Thinks of June
Part Two

“Her face startlingly white
as she retreated
into the darkness
of the garden,

she posed for me
as she left.

I wanted to run out
and kiss her fantastic beauty
and say:

June,
you killed
my sincerity too.

I will never
know again
who I am,
what I am,
what I love,
what I want.

Your beauty has drowned me,
the core of me.

You carry away with you
a part of me
reflected in you.

When your beauty struck me,
it dissolved me.
Deep down.

I am not different from you.
I dreamed you,
I wished for your existence.

You are the woman
I want to be.

I see in you
that part of me
which is you.

I feel compassion
for your child
is pride,
for your trembling
unsureness,

your dramatization
of events,

your enhancing
of the loves
given to you.

I surrender my sincerity
because
if I love you

it means
we share
the same
fantasies,
the same
madnesses.”

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WARNING: A BIPOLAR RIDE ALL THE WAY…ENJOY!!! [may not be for everybody but those who get it will laugh…TRUST ME!!!

Happy Birthday, John Lennon 9th October

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Happy Birthday, John Lennon 9th October
Post Created by Jk the secret keeper
Remembered by Jennifer Kiley, Jk the secret keeper, j. kiley
Illustrated by j. kiley
Post Created on Thursday 10th October 2013
Posted On Wednesday 9th October 2013
JOHN LENNON’S BIRTHDAY

Remember Memories

This is strictly music, posters, images, an interview
of John & Yoko with Dick Cavett [great!!!], quotations.
Enjoy. Happy Birthday John, 10/09/13, Love Jennifer

Tiger orchid #14 Robert Mapplethorp

Tiger orchid #14 Robert Mapplethorp

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accidentally on purpose

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Tiger orchid #14 Robert Mapplethorp

Tiger orchid #14 Robert Mapplethorp

not comfort ignorance

life death poster

karmasutra fate fucks u

“Reality leaves a lot to the imagination.”
― John Lennon

Beatles–In My Life

keep calm write something

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john lennon quote on weird

in dreams

imagine maya angelou

happiness john lennon

fuck ur world fuck ur orders

fuck  definition get over it

John Lennon — Stand By Me

“Sometimes it’s not enough to know what things mean,
sometimes you have to know what things don’t mean.” ― Bob Dylan

freedom nature is illegal

free ur mind  john lennon

dragon shadow and thought

dichotomies poster

John Lennon — Woman

daydream wandering

david lynch narrowing of imagination

da vinci quote everything connects

dancing not hear music  nietzsche

John Lennon — Mind Games

crazy not a competition

crazy keeps me sane

bill hicks evolution

belive in magic

To “River”
I Dedicate This Song to My New Little Boy “River.”
He is 3 weeks old & a Dark Grey Tabby Kitten.
Born on the 19th September 2013 shortly before Midnight.

John Lennon — Beautiful Boy

artists are dangerous issued  by joe mccarthy 50s

accidentally on purpose

John Lennon on Dick Cavett [entire show] September 11, 1971 [HD]

I Include This Photo in My Tribute to John
Lennon & Dedicate It to Julie with Love. Jk

Sound-of-Music-maria closeup during singing of edelweiss melts me inside

write beautifully inside mind must be terrible place poster

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dragon-writer

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John Lennon-Imagine

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fire works by matt the samurai.gif

gif balls in a maze little blue balls

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John Lennon — Watching the Wheels

throughout life soul mate poster

candle-flame-gif

moving water gif

hand letting go of golden flecks gif

seasawing elephant gif

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Blended Nature by Alex Fitch

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John Lennon — Give Peace A Chance

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4p enchanted green walking bridge

meditating on rock overlooking flowing river gif

John Lennon — Power To the People

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blue fantasy —anonymous

neil-gaiman-book-author-quote

neil-gaiman-quotes-even nothing cannot last forever

carter pic for trisha

John Lennon — Starting Over

4p a world in tree green

entering the soul connection

4p beautiful sunset glorious

hands reaching out into rain

candle flame flickering gif

John Lennon — Jealous Guy

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surreal green planet under water by rolan gonzalez

a flower of many colours-this is for you

erotic flowers and an exotically colourful butterfly

The Beatles — And I Love Her

soul mates filled with yellow rays of sun

candle flame w hand gif

The Beatles — If I Fell

4p if the goddes were a kittie irridescent kitten

depression twisted japanese maple

garden purple flowers

The Beatles — Michelle

garden did you know

van gogh starry night variation

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the anatomy of a cover – cover – artist masloski carmen

The Beatles — You’ve Got to Hide Your Love Away

(1) Butterfly Elegant-Yorkshire rose

(1) abstract-streak-lightning

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Quite Busy — abstract digital art

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critical thinker by j. kiley

The Beatles — Norwegian Wood

abstract purple digital art by j. kiley © jennifer kiley 2013

abstract purple digital art by j. kiley © jennifer kiley 2013

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life from death created by j. kiley

life from death created by j. kiley

unconscious reflections by j. kiley © jennifer kileycreated by j. kiley (c) jennifer kiley 2013

The Beatles — Hey, Jude

life death poster

create u r a creator poster

abiotic by yani ioannou

abiotic by yani ioannou

shattered time - unknown artist

shattered time – unknown artist

The Beatles — The Long and Winding Road

hesse tree

i wish i could

autumn tree gif

silver ball by sl8r.co

silver ball by sl8r.co

sea cloud sunset by j.kiley © jennifer kileycreated by j. kiley (c) jennifer kiley 2013

The Beatles — Across the Universe

music gives soul plato

snowing by pinstriped briefs

snowing by pinstriped briefs

(1) book letters flying dark backround

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running stream gif

water dripping gig

The Beatles — Let It Be

dancing music nietzsche gif

hands reaching out into rain

artists are dangerous issued  by joe mccarthy 50s

to feel infinite

The Beatles — While My Guitar Gentle Weeps

john lennon quote poster

john and yoko

happy mouse

candle-flame-gif

candle-flame-gif

les bougies qui dirigent les jeunes voyageurs d'âme

les bougies qui dirigent les jeunes voyageurs d’âme

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John Lennon  Peace Shine On

John Lennon Peace Shine On

John Lennon Oct.9th, 19 Dec. 8th, 19

John Lennon
Oct.9th, 19
Dec. 8th, 19

The Beatles — Strawberry Fields

living inside of bubbles with flowers they burst and reality touches your soul

living inside of bubbles with flowers they burst and reality touches your soul

bubbling darkness gif

bubbling darkness gif

white unicorn phantom limb by odani motohiko (1)

john lennon by stephen anderson

(1) yoko one  its alright imaginepeace

John Lennon — Oh, Yoko

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trees and night sky fireflies and polka-tumblr

The Beatles — All You Need Is Love

fall island (1)

love friendship white flower

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light dark crystal (1)

love friendship flowers (1)

tears are words

Sadness (1)

spiritual dove (1)

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The Beatles — Lucy In the Sky with Diamonds

alice begin at the beginning 1

may day flowers for christa

spiritual pathway

jacaranda tree abstract 1

John Lennon — Mother

Below Is the Surrogate Mother
I Always Dreamed I Would Find Someday

julie w. baby emma

watch over you

true friends forever

write-your-own-story

The Beatles — When I’m 64?

symbols of faith 2

genius madness aristotle

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John Lennon — Oh, My Love

a friendly little one just exercising fire breathing

a friendly little one just exercising fire breathing

Allen Ginsberg: Poet Buddhist Howl

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Allen Ginsberg:Poet Buddhist Howl
Notations by Jennifer Kiley
Interview Face to Face BBC 1995
Quotes In Broken Form by Jennifer Kiley
Created 4th August 2013
Posted Thursday 8th August 2013
TELL ME A STORY

Allen Ginsberg interviewed by Jeremy Isaacs in 1995 for the BBC

1995 – Face to Face with Jeremy Isaacs: An Interview with Allen Ginsberg Part One

1995 – Face to Face with Jeremy Isaacs: An Interview with Allen Ginsberg Part Two

1995 – Face to Face with Jeremy Isaacs: An Interview with Allen Ginsberg Part Three

Listening to Allen Ginsberg was a Transcendental Experience of Heightened Awareness.

Allen Ginsberg: An Honest Interview Filled with Insightful Stories. An Inspiring Talk. Finishing With the Most Moving Lyrical Poem Written by Allen’s Father and in This Interview Set to Music. Allen Sings ‘Father Death Blues’ to Close Out the Interview. I Listened to the Song Until I Was Able to Completely Write Down All the Lyrics. It Is Amazing and to Hear Allen Ginsberg Sing It Blows Me Away and I Think It Will Do the Same for Anyone with Soul and Heart. The Whole Interview Is Worth the Time It Takes to Listen. Enlightenment Is One Possible Reward.

“I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness…starving, mystical naked…too sentimental…changed it to starving hysterical…naked. “
— Allen Ginsberg

Howl, was it an angry poem?
“A gesture of sympathy for a friend in trouble…full devouring God…angry…anguish…ultimate accusation is the mind…the all devouring God…our own mind.”
— Allen Ginsberg

Candor in poetry.
“I very consciously follow my mentor, Walt Whitman. Early version of Leaves of Grass…he hoped Americans would develop into a condition of more candid…Manipulative frankness…he was candid about his emotions…he wasn’t candid about his physical relationships…there was a lineage where someone had slept with Walt Whitman…so there is a lineage of gossip…he couldn’t proclaim his physical love but certainly their was an expression of his emotional love.”
— Allen Ginsberg

“Walt Whitman wasn’t able to proclaim his physical love in his poetry.”
— Allen Ginsberg

He was convinced a lobotomy was necessary. So he signed the papers.
“I signed for my mother’s lobotomy…I felt tremendous guilt…Had to deal with her irrationality…Difficult to get to love…Longing for feminine bliss at the same fear of it…and so I am gay in a sense.”
— Allen Ginsberg

Mother in sane episodes.
“She claimed to be the secretary of Patterson, N.J communist party itself…Great strikes with John Reed in 1918…Has a great labor history.”
— Allen Ginsberg

“Hoover, who was a closet gay, destroyed the labor unions in America because they were originally formed by left wing pinkos to form a left in America…The mafia moved into the vacuum and were protected by Hoover. So there is no left in America, only the right and the middle.”
— Allen Ginsberg

“Had something like a visionary experience or an hallucination…the endlessness of the skies…50 year ago Italian workman made all the scroll work on the architecture of New York…Buddhism…what was real or not real…ended up arrested…choice of going to jail or the mad houses…it was a situation where I was alone…had an affair with Neal Cassidy…William Burroughs was a close friend for many years but wasn’t around…read others and read Blake…sick rose…sunflower…hearing Blake’s voice outside of his own body…reciting…latent projection…ah, sunflower weary of time…seeking after that great golden climb…aspire where my sunflower wishes to grow…the heavens were endless…or the sky was endless, I would say.”
— Allen Ginsberg

Did that help you become a poet? You used drugs after that to try to recapture that experience.
“I used dried leaves…It wasn’t natural…At the time I was eating vegetables. I wasn’t eating meat…Leading a solitary life…Freedom is another word for nothing more to lose…My heart was open in a sense at the time.”
— Allen Ginsberg

Drugs…Does it permanently help you to perceive an expanded universe?
“An ordinary mind that the universe is endless…awaken you to an ordinary mind…the psychedelic experience…Peyote…natural mushroom…a panoramic awareness…the natural experience…can be catalized by the psychedelic experience…but would recommend that people learn a meditative experience…following your breath…notice when your mind wanders…do it every day…since 1970…8 hours for weeks at a time…now I use other styles…quieting the mind…I tried something called ecstasy…I was remembering an old enemy…his transformation that I had someone to define my limits…psychedelics…how they were able to apply them in ordinary mind.”
— Allen Ginsberg

“My father was a lyric poet…I learned it at his knee…learned rhyme…he wrote a poem ‘father death blues’ I read it at his funeral…a caddish…met my mother later 1983 on as a bag lady where I had a chance to take care of her which I didn’t when she was alive…they were both agnostics [parents]…there is some problem with an absolute hierarchical…Jewishness passed by…”

— Allen Ginsberg

Are you a writer or a performer…best read on the page or read out loud?
“Vernacular communication…I am primarily a writer…there is a dimension of sound…It is possible to vocalize to have my poems understood more rapidly…I am not a performer…”
— Allen Ginsberg

Has your writing has a political effect?
“Talked to Dylan. He knew he had power but knew it was miniscule compared to the small number who own the mass media? It would be very difficult for a poet to overcome that kind of power…but if you need the historical truth of what people think inside…the poet tells the unsubjective truth…the government is of words…they are writing prose…their language is shifty…the poet can say what they really think.”
— Allen Ginsberg

Who is the love of your life?
“A number of people…I use to have one a day…had someone I loved for 40 years…I was in love with Kerouac…Neal Cassidy…with whom I had a funny affair that lasted over 20 years..any fantasy I had as an adolescent.”

— Allen Ginsberg

As you get older what do you most fear?
“Cancer…pain…I have a short one line poem ‘Get use to your body. Forget you were born. Suddenly, you’ve got to get out.’ How to approach death…how to leave the body…”
— Allen Ginsberg

Both Dylan and Kerouac think you’re a con-man. What did they mean by that?
“The trickster in them…it’s in reference to the trickster hero…last time I saw Dylan he asked me about Blake…Jokes …Characteristic of them.”
— Allen Ginsberg

How would you like us to remember you?
“The poem ‘Father Death Blues’…please let him go…continue your celebration…[singing---fruition of his Buddhist training] hey father death I’m flying home…hey poor man you’re all alone…hey old daddy I know where I’m going…father death don’t cry anymore…momma’s there underneath the floor…brother death please mind the store…old auntie death I hear your groans…old uncle death I see your bones…oh sister death how sweet your moans…oh children deaths go breathe your breaths… sobbing breaths so ease your deaths…pain is gone tears ate the rest…genius death your heart is done…lover death your body’s gone…father death I’m coming home…guru death your words are true…teacher death I do thank you for inspiring me to sing this blues…Buddha death I wake with you…Dharma death your mind is new…song of death we’ll work it through…suffering is what was born…ignorance made me forlorn…tearful truths I cannot scorn…father’s breath once more farewell…birth you gave was no faint pill…my heart is still as time will tell.”
— Allen Ginsberg

Random Transcription—so much more in interview… by Jennifer Kiley

“Diana” — The People’s Princess

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“Diana” — The People’s Princess
Written by Jennifer Kiley
Wednesday 10th July 2013
Illustrated by j. kiley
Movie trailer & Interview
Posted on Friday 12th July 2013
FILM FRIDAY
dedicated to roger ebert film friday

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Diana Princess of Wales

“A whole younger generation never experienced the shock of the news of Diana’s death. It is strange remembering how sensational her death was? 9/11 now being the biggest thing imaginable. Diana’s death existed before Twitter and Facebook, before social media made everything common knowledge instantaneously, when it was still possible to tell people, face-to-face, about important news.” [Edited from an Offensive Article being Dismissive of Princess Diana. The part above which is edited in its content, was the only salvageable decent material that existed in the complete article. Otherwise, the rest was complete TRASH.]

diana with blue gem and tiara

I was shocked by her death. I was up late and a news report broke into the show I was watching saying that Princess Diana had been in a car crash in Paris, France.

diana looking depressed

There was so much speculation and disbelief. It wasn’t possible. But I felt that it couldn’t happen that she would die. I held out hope in my state of shock. I woke up Shawn, my partner, and told her what had happened. She got up and watched the report coming in directly from Paris, just outside that tunnel.

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For all we knew Diana was still alive. She spoke. Why didn’t they take her right to the hospital? They waited so long. She needed blood transfusions.

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I hoped and watched. Shawn went back to bed after a while but I watched and waited to hear the news that she was going to be alright. That news never came. The news that came put me into a further state of shock and a deep feeling of mourning.

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Diana in Angola Landmine Halo Trust Photo by Tim Graham

I had loved Diana and admired her. The one thing that she did that amazed me the most was when she publicly touched and hugged someone with AIDS. Before that moment, people just were not doing that. After Diana showed everyone that it was alright, it made such a major difference to those who had AIDS. They had become the new lepers of our society.

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I think Diana brought a humanity into the world. She was beautiful. She loved her children. She surrendered her life to satisfy the ghoulish cravings of a media out of control. They were like hyenas seeking their prey. Her openness taught people they didn’t need to be perfect.

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The way the royals treated her is not forgotten. Charles may have won the hearts of his royals but he fucked Diana over. She was an innocent when he thrust her into his life and rebuffed her when he got his two heirs. He was awful to her.

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First Look at Naomi Watts as Princess Diana

Let’s face it, there are a great many people who haven’t forgotten what he did to her. His insensitivity and use of her as a baby breeder and rejecting her once he got what he wanted. He was a shit. He may be a good father now. But he threw out his sons beloved mother. He trashed her in public. Yes, it was a public battle but she didn’t deserve anything that the royal family put her through.

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Hello Magazine: Naomi Shines in New Role of Diana

Diana’s death was a tragedy. The way she affected the world produced such positive energy. Her causes received attention. She may have had some emotional problems but if you had to live through what the Windsor’s put her through you would have some deep emotional issues to deal with. Plus she was hounded everywhere she went.

lady diana with sons william and harry young

I don’t like to be around people and if I have to, then only one or two at a time. Can you imagine being thrust into the middle of a mob scene of flashing light bulbs and insensitive hustlers wanting the best photo so they could earn the bucks off of Diana’s soul. The Native Americans believed that your soul was robbed if a photograph was taken of you. How many souls did Diana have and lose to stay alive as long as she did.

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Lady Diana

I believe on the night of her death she was killed, murdered by vultures who circled her until she was dead and they could pick from her carcass at long last. Photographers wanted to get death shots. How horrible is that to be that insensitive and inhuman. They stalked her to death. The people she chose to love fucked her over every way that they could for most of her life.

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Naomi Watts and Naveen Andrews as doctor 642×832

Even as a child she was left, abandoned by the people who professed they would love her. And Charles, he was the worst of all. He paraded her in front of the public as his Cinderella. Diana was being offered the Fairy Tale Dream every child wants. To be rescued by your Prince. She thought and believed Charles’s sincerity. He was going to be her Prince and love her, and they would live happily-ever-after.

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Naomi Watts as Diana

Well, Charles had his Camilla. How fucked up was that to be fucking around while casting off casual comments about, well, what exactly is love, after all. This film of “Diana” with Naomi Watts brings up my anger. And to write a story in the mainstream media that no one cares any longer. They won’t even remember.

Naomi Watts as Diana Running from Paparazzi

Naomi Watts as Diana Running from Paparazzi

Well, I am not most people and Diana is still alive in spirit for me. How callous can someone be to degrade her memory to say she is gone and who cares. Well, I do hope that people still remember. I know her sons William and Harry remember. They needed her there to love them and they needed to love her, also.

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Naomi Watts and Naveen Andrews in Character in “Diana”

To cast away someone’s life so easily and turn to the celebrities of today as having any kind of importance in comparison to what Diana did for the world. She was trying to love everyone. To help stop Landmines. To help those who accidentally stepped on them and lost limbs and needed help to become whole again.

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Naomi Watts as Princess Diana

Personally, I believe deep inside the theories that she was a hindrance to certain people and needed to be dealt with and it needed to be done quickly. She was too powerful and her presence in the world was something that had to be taken care of and it had to be done soon. I do not believe for one minute that they needed to take so long to get her to a hospital. Hours passed and they waited. WHY?

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Naomi Watts as Princess Diana First Look

When the news came out live to announce that Princess Diana was dead. I broke out in tears. I woke up my partner to tell her the awful news. She got up to sit with me. It was unbelievable that any of this was happening. I cried for weeks. I watched the funeral and listened to the service. I was so upset. I felt inconsolable. Tears rolled down my face. When I heard Elton John sing the song he originally wrote for Marilyn Monroe and adapted it for Diana, there was a certain symmetry to that as I think of it now.

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Naomi Watts as Princess Diana First Official Still

They both were hounded to death by the press and treated like shit by men who tried to use them and control them but because they were too much themselves and much more popular than the men they were with they were thrown away. They were also made to look mentally unstable when I would say in all reality it wasn’t instability but plain sensitivity and abandonment and being used. And the lies that were created and spread to make them appear less than the royalty they both truly were.

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Naomi Watts as Princess Diana in Director Oliver Herschbergels “Diana”

Marilyn and Diana both died under the strangest of circumstances. I do not believe either died necessarily. Their deaths were well planned and carried out according to plan. Now you will probably think I am just a bit over the edge on this one. But think about the world we live in. Think of all the evil that exists in this world. Evil just gets good PR.

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Naomi Watts “Diana” Naveen Andrews getting into car

Goodness makes people think you are weak and they can do with you what they want because who are they going to believe. The Prince and heir to the throne or the Princess that only earned that title by marrying the Prince with all the power. Don’t doubt that the Royal Family has power and connections and can have anything accomplished if they order it to be so.

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Naomi Watts “Diana” with Naveen Andrews

The intrigue in this world and what we are told to what actually happens. I would say there are more lies told than any truth that we have ever heard. The truth is buried. What is represented is what those in power want us to hear. They make up the stories and they spread them all over the media so effectively that we believe what we hear are the facts, the truthful facts. There is no such thing. Look at what they are doing with Trayvon Martin’s murder.

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Naomi Watts films “Diana” 879×1120

The media and courtroom coverage and the way the case is being played out makes me sick that they are pushing the falsehood that Trayvon was the pretended villain here. When he was stalked by a bully who just wanted to kill Trayvon because George Zimmerman said: “They always get away with it.” He was out that night to prove his point with the intent of murdering Trayvon Martin so he could put down the black man and show what a hero he was. You don’t think that jury isn’t lapping that all up.

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Naomi Watts with Naveen Andrews “Diana”

Those in power make up the truth. Anything could have proven Princess Diana was murdered but the facts are twisted by those who want the story to go a certain way. What better way to cover your complicity then to go and retrieve her body. All the deaths of famous people who are young and so suddenly die are always so questionable.

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Naomi Watts on set as Princess Diana walking with Naveen Andrews

And most of the time the comeback is suicide or accidental death. How many times do we have to hear that as the claim of how they died? When are we going to stop believing it. Facts are controlled and twisted and fixed to show the results that the powers that be want as their conclusions.

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Naomi Watts as Princess Di

So do you really think that Diana couldn’t have been saved if she were taken straight to the hospital? Why did they wait so long? Diana didn’t die accidentally any more than Marilyn did or that Marilyn committed suicide. It was the intent on those fateful evenings that both Diana and Marilyn died the way they did.

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Naomi Watts as Princess Diana

It was good for all involved that it happened the way it did and the results of their deaths turn out in the final report to read the way they did. Due to accidental causes. Nothing could have been done to save them. BS. All was wrong about the way both of them died. They were where they were when they died because it was set up that way. You don’t know who you can trust. Anyone is suspect.

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I hope some truth comes out in this film “Diana.” They are going to deal with a story that is not known by the public. Diana was involved with Dr. Hasnat Khan. And from the reports the relationship was extremely painful for Diana. Is that why she turned to Dodi? She wanted to play. To forget about who the world wanted her to be. To really let go and get away from her stalkers. What is it that makes someone draw the evil to her like a powerful magnet? They swallowed her up by it.

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Naveen Andrews as Dr. Hasnat Khan in “Diana”

A fictional example is like the children did Sebastian in the Tennessee Williams play “Suddenly, Last Summer.” It starred Katherine Hepburn, Elizabeth Taylor and Montgomery Cliff in the film version. The children were starving and poor and Sebastian was Gay and wealthy. He would offer money to the children but they kept on wanting more. They started to chase Sebastian. He ran from them and they kept up the pursuit. He ended up at the top of a hill with no place to go. The children surrounded him. The nightmare ended by the children devouring him.

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Naomi Watts playing Princess Diana on her last night

That is what happened with Diana and that is what happened to Marilyn. Everyone wanted a piece of them. They hadn’t a chance to survive all those vultures. It was their destiny. They were murdered for their innocence, their generosity and their true spirit of life.

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Princess Diana in pale blue jacket

Diana’s funeral was given to her begrudgingly by the Crown. The people demanded it. It was an unusual spectacle but the people who truly loved Diana needed to say goodbye to what she once was and the memory she would become. She is not forgotten. No matter what the media says.

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Diana is the mother to the future King of England. And her grandchild is about to be born. If the baby hasn’t been born already. Oh, I do hope that the heir is named Alexandra. It’s a Girl. Diana would be pleased. I can feel her smiling now no matter what but I think a granddaughter would make her truly delighted.

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Princess Diana with quote from Antoine St. Exupery

I hope the film “Diana” with Naomi Watts and Naveen Andrews (“Lost” & “The English Patient”) will portray Princess Diana in a light that glows. If people really need to be reminded of who Diana really was, I hope they do her justice here. She was a blessing to the world that only knew her as their savior. The children she helped and the AIDS victims who felt like the untouchables until Diana came along and made them feel what a hug felt like again.

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Princess Diana practically a kid

That is what won me to Diana. When she showed the world they could have compassion for those in need. She wanted the ones who needed love to receive it. She wanted the broken to feel they were not forgotten. Her work wasn’t for photo opportunities. She had all that. She used her fame to help others be noticed and receive the help they needed.

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Princess Diana with baby William

She was killed to stop her from campaigning against Landmines, for loving a Muslim, for embarrassing the Crown. For just being more popular and noticed and cared about while the Crown was being rejected and people were beginning to talk about why the hell do we need a Monarchy anyway.

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Princess Diana working on Landmine Project

She truly was the people’s Princess but not just of Great Britain but of the World. And I miss her.

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I was so surprised when I saw the Movie Teaser Trailer. Naomi looks enough like her one can escape into the story of the film, I believe. It will be voyeuristic to see this private side of Diana’s life that people do not know anything about.

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Once again we will be looking from behind the closed doors and peering into Diana’s inside world. I hope she doesn’t mind if we want to take another look. They are going to show the side where she goes all out for the Landmine cause.

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I do hope it is a Great film and not something that is filled full with gossip. That would really bother me. I want more from seeing “Diana” than that. Written by Jennifer Kiley

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Princess Diana unique images of a Diva


Definition of Diva in this instance: 1.to describe a person who exudes great style and personality with confidence and expresses their own style and not letting others influence who they are or want to be. 2. A person whose character makes them stands out from the rest.

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Diana — Official Teaser Trailer 2013 [HD] Naomi Watts

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Naomi Watts on playing Princess Diana

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“Diana” film on location in the Mediterranean

Princess Diana Funeral – Elton John – Candle In The Wind (Goodbye England’s Rose)

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Princess Diana

QUOTATION by MARCEL PROUST:

“People do not die for us immediately, but remain bathed in a sort of aura of life which bears no relation to true immortality but through which they continue to occupy our thoughts in the same way as when they were alive. It is as though they were traveling broad.” ― Marcel Proust

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Princess Diana

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Private Writings: Chapter #17 — Infatuation to Fantasy

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Private Writings: Chapter #17 — Infatuation to Fantasy
Written by Jennifer Kiley
Illustrated by j. kiley
Intro and First Letter Published March 19th 2013
Published Early Tuesday AM
Posted 9th July 2013
WARNING: ADULT LANGUAGE AND CONTENT.
NOT SUITABLE FOR CHILDREN.

ALL CHARACTERS ARE FICTITIOUS.
ANYONE RESEMBLING ANYONE LIVING OR DEAD
IS PURELY COINCIDENTAL.

Private Writings: Chapter #17 — Infatuation to Fantasy

Tuesday, January 22nd, 2008

Dear Annie,

Tales of my history has been greatly exaggerated. Not really. I never talk about it. Once I made the mistake of making a list of sex partners. I do not include abusers, pedophiles. That wasn’t sex. It had nothing to do with sex. They were all about abuse, power and control. Overpowering a child, what the fuck is that. You really are showing your sexual prowess. Not really. More like your sexual impotency and powerlessness. There is nothing in me feeling empathy for a pedophile. They are are lower than the scum on scum of the scum of the earth.

I made the list. Don’t we all. If not on paper, at least in our heads. Mine, I needed to write down, otherwise, I would lose count. The length or number of partners is created by a mix of sexual abuse and bipolar hyper-sexuality. Which when I look back and compare behavior with symptoms I am aware of today, match up perfectly with a combination of complex-PTSD and Bipolar competing in a challenge. Results are, who can create the most havoc, do the most damage and instill the most shame.

I am a card carrying lesbian. It has nothing to do with my abuse, bipolar or not getting love from my mother, father or anyone in my family except one. So when sex officially starts for me, on the record, my earlier male sex partners, I promise this could be a long story, but right to the point, I will state, all turned out to be gay. It is funny if you think about it. My abusers were from both sexes, all qualify as pedophiles but I wouldn’t give them the satisfaction of considering or registering them as gay or lesbian. Being gay or lesbian is an honour. I would include in this group, transsexuals, bisexuals, asexuals, pansexuals, and even our friendly heterosexuals.

Excluded are homophobic-sexuals, fundamentalist-sexuals, evangelical-sexuals, westboro southern baptist-hatred-sexuals, tea bagger-sexuals, homophobic-homosexuals-in-the-closet-sexuals-who-hate-homosexuals & pass-laws-to-make- homosexuality-or-any-sexuality-illegal-hate-women’s-rights-sexuals, and chicken-shit-republicans-who-haven’t-the-guts-or-balls-to-stand-up-to-the-mother-fuckers. This may not cover all of them but touches on some of the basic haters of anything sexual. Ah, one more inclusive group, those-who-think & feel-they-have-the-rights-over-womens-bodies & can-do-what-they-want-including-mutilation-murder-&-honour-killing-mother-fuckers.

Now back to something pleasant. My first gay bar, I ran into a guy I went to college with and yes we did the euphemism of sleeping together. We had sex. We worked on the college paper. He was my top editor when I was editor-in-chief. Now, back to the present. Here comes the stupid question. “What are you doing here?” He laughed, with his shit eating grin. “Are you kidding?” was his reply. “The same thing you are.”

Now how stupid am I. We were both there. It was a gay and lesbian bar. Dancing and booze, drugs on the down-low. Pretty much everyone was stoned out of their fucking minds on weed, poppers, hallucinogens, anything available. It was floating around the room or outside, you could find clusters smoking grass or hash. Before crack, thank you very much. All we wanted was a safe place to enjoy our major attractions, the same sex.

My buddy from college talked with me a long time that night. Found out the strangest things in our conversation. Turned out, he slept with the same guy I called my toker smoker sex buddy. With him I had a basic arrangement. He supplied the music, the smoke, the place and I would supply the sex. Not knowing about the bipolar proclivity to hyper-sexuality back then, I would safely say now I fell deeply into the category of someone who was hyper-sexual. It may have been the wrong sex but it was a need I had to satisfy. Never liked it, but did it anyway. Felt nothing. That’s not totally honest. Once, when I had the top, I got a major surprise. That was the first and only time ever. When you’ve being raped that position isn’t something rapists use. When he is fucking you he wants to see the damage he is causing and the power he is wielding.

I need a good, no, a great psychoanalyst. You, Annie. Dr. George is not long for my world. When he’s gone, I need you. He needs to disappear. Gone. Cleansed from my brain. Then I start new with you. You need to come through for me. Please.

Maybe a change of subject is needed. I don’t want to think about him or his fucking prick. I want to talk about something else. Someone else. Sarah. Her presence almost gave me a heart attack. What the fuck was he thinking springing her on the group. Don’t misunderstand. I want her there, Oh, most definitely. When she started talking, I could barely breath. My eyes were on her. Her voice, her hair, the colour of her eyes, so blue, every feature. I time traveled. Then those words she spoke. Nearly fell on the floor. She announced, “I am a lesbian.” At that very moment I fell in love. It’s not like she wasn’t looking at me with something special in her own eyes. I would swear she was flirting with me like she knew me.

What the fuck came over me. She’s so familiar. I know her. I’m sure of it. But my brain has amnesia. Why is she so fucking familiar? And another thing, I can’t seem to stop swearing. My anger is seething through every pore. I want to punch someone, I am so angry. I think it’s this film we’re working on. Scottie’s always away. I hate that.

I’m going to change the subject for a moment. I think it’s time to tell you the title of our film. I came up it one night. It just floated from my subconscious when I was talking with Scottie. I just said, “Stop! I got it. The film’s name is “Brief Sacrifice.” Tell me that isn’t cool, Scottie.” She liked it. Then she fell in love with the title. But, damn it, it’s taking Scottie away all the time now. There have been some weird problems. I think there’s a curse on the film. That damned briefcase.

You will never guess how the main character got it open. Before I tell you part of the secret, I think you need to know the main character’s name. I told you the title, I might as well fill you in on some other details, Her name, which I feel is quite brilliant of me and Scottie did help. In fact, she helped a lot. She said, she liked the name I decided on. After throwing out names I found online for hours. I found it. Her name is Carter McLeod. She’s British and simply divine. The films takes place in London, mostly, and a few other places. But not going there yet. Now isn’t that the coolest name. I see a future for her. Carter McLeod. I just love the sound of it. And now, I know you will want to know who’s playing Carter McLeod. Scottie decided on one of my favorite new British actors. Try to guess. I’ll give you a hint. She was nominated for a BAFTA for Best Actress in 2007. Yes, she was. She should have won. I think she was robbed. I can’t even remember who beat her. Let me put you out of your misery. My all time favorite actor right now. It’s Jamie Stansfield. I just dream about her. Beautiful, androgynous and sexy. Knowing she is playing the character I wrote is such a satisfying feeling. It’s sure to draw a huge audience. But back to what’s going on with that damned briefcase.

There is a secret pocket hidden on the surface of the leather. Undetectable. But Carter just kept running her hands over the surface, feeling for anything unusual. It’s like she were psychic. She found a thin line, like an old scar. It didn’t happen right away. Finding it, you would think was the difficult part. No, it wasn’t. How to get underneath the surface of the skin of the case, that was a whole other nightmare. That’s for next time I write.

I gave you the character’s name, and told you who the actor is playing the part. She really is great. Whenever I was on the set during the filming, I couldn’t believe Scottie got her to sign the contract. But Scottie can charm anyone, she’s so gorgeous and radiant, such a subtle quiet charm. Plus Scottie Andrews has the director’s touch, and everyone knows it, and wants to work with her. She melts everybody who meets, female and male, but hands off, she’s mine. I’ll scratch anyone’s eyes out that try to come between us.

It just came to me. I must be losing my mind. I just realized who Sarah is. Damned idiot, I am. She’s Sarah Prentice. She made at least two films with Scottie. She’s acted the words I’ve written. Oh, my god, how the hell could I forget who she is. She looks so much like Tosh. Like they were twins. You do know who Alison Porter is, right? No one breathed a word. I know they were recent films. My short term memory is too fucked up. The films haven’t been released yet. That’s why. Post-production. Scottie works on so many films. I can’t keep track. Even if I’m the one writing them. Once in her hands, I only check in when rewrites are needed. I do like some of the sets but not great about being around people. And when they’re famous, the crowds gather and that really freaks me out. Usually stay home and Skype or email the changes. Talk on Skype with Scottie all the time that way. Holy, shit. Sarah Prentice. I am in love with her.

You did know who Tosh was.Sarah is so much like her. Tosh was a singer. She composed her own music. It was so poetic. The lyrics crushed your heart. Where she found that pain. I only knew her such a short time. I never mentioned why we met or how. At least, I don’t think I did. Scottie approached her about using some of her music in one of her films. I keep saying her films. I feel they are our films. If she didn’t have my story and words, there wouldn’t be a film. I digress. Sorry. Scottie contacted Tosh’s manager or one of her people did. But Scottie talked directly with Tosh. They hit it off. She liked Scottie’s films. Anyway, Scottie invited her to our home for dinner. Over champagne, tokes of smoke, and great Italian cuisine, we both fell in love with her. Now, don’t worry about Scottie. Tosh was someone special but I wasn’t going to ever leave Scottie for anyone, no matter what I felt. Tosh, though, she tore my heart out. I was so in love. It was so special. She didn’t want sex. She wanted to show me what love was. Scottie is shy and she loves me but it wasn’t the same thing.

How do I explain when you meet a soul mate that you’ve known through a hundred lifetimes. That was Tosh. Scottie and I are new in our life times. We debated in past lives. Like great philosophers who could never convince the other of their conclusions as being the one that had the right answers or at least, the most accurate of conclusions. We were philosophers together. Tosh was Sappho. She was the lover of women. She knew the melody, the poetry, how to tenderly touch inside your soul, without ever touching any part of your flesh. She respected my restrictions. Her sensitivity picked up my reluctance to have physical contact. Scottie, also, understood that restriction. We did make love, Scottie and I, but I always had to stop. It just freaked me out. Scottie promised she could accept that from me. She would never force me to do anything I didn’t want to do. It’s just that, I can’t do anything.

Tosh reached me in other ways. I wrote about her kiss. It was light as a butterfly on your naked skin. It didn’t threaten. It was as far away from forceful as one could find. She wrote music for me. I listen to it all the time. It is part of the memory that I have left of her.

I am tired. This is all I can write this week. I will add one thing. Seeing Sarah makes me feel like there is promise for the future. Not everything is about loss.

Now you just have to stay on my side and help me heal. I need deep healing from someone who can reach inside of me the way your feelings do. I trust you Annie. Don’t ever go away.

That is all I have to give for now. Wow. How amazing is life.

Fondly,
Madison

ATTENTION ANNIE: At this moment I am not trying to be a coward, but I feel if I hold back now or never send this to you, I am freeing myself up to write whatever without censorship. On some future date, if trust grows, I will release my letters to you. What I write in honesty, I will keep confidential. On my honour, no others shall see these pages.
Regards,
Madison Taylor

Fantasy Sets for Film: BRIEF SACRIFICE with Lead Character CARTER MCLEOD. {played by BAFTA Nominated Actor JAMIE STANSFIELD} Savannah Cats are Carter’s. Screenplay: MADISON TAYLOR. Director: SCOTTIE ANDREWS

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Brief Sacrifice mansion — film set

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Brief Sacrifice — rustic den film set

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Brief Sacrifice — Jasper — Jax & James in foreground — Savannah kittens when they were 4 weeks old – grown up in film

Somewhere In Time – John Barry

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Infatuation To Fantasy
By Madison Taylor
January 21st 2008

A star sparkling in my presence
Heat and fire escape from her eyes
Wildness – courage and strength
Pour from her soul
Calling out to me
Noticing me as I notice her
Feeling her touch
Caressing softly-a feather’s down

A bird sits on my shoulder
Speaking her language
Whispering into my ear
Translating her messages
As she meant them for me
Such personal meanings
Making me blush
A hue of pale cardinal
The quickness of blood
Rushing the surface of my flesh
So secret in meaning
Attempts to comprehend the crypticism
Expressing my shyness
As she mimics my spirit

My hesitancy to approach
The newness inside of us
Though powerful in character
Certain reservations necessary
Need not rush
No need to overwhelm
Subtlety is more sensuous
Building to a slow crescendo
Oh-so much more enticing
The intrigue has time to grow
Developing in slow motion

Sensations growing inside
Building outward
Climbing higher
Touching the center
My body’s restrictions releasing
Allowing entrance to secrets
Releasing dreams
Creating meaning

My throat’s breathing
In shallow motions
Sounds effecting my senses
Opening the pathway
Wanting to scream
Holding back
Becoming too restrictive
Overtaking control
Release happens
Pleasure surrendered
Now falling backwards
Overcome by falling
Relaxation overwhelming
The awakened state slipping away
Morpheus calling out for dreams
Eyes close in the darkness
Unconsciousness drifting
Lifting floating body
Awareness liberated
Sleep thoroughly attained

© madison taylor 2008

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le chateau de rocher by j. kiley (c) jennifer kiley 2013Le Chateau de Rocher is the home of Madison and Scottie and their three cats Mikey, Toker and Patrick

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Le Chateau de Rocher Art Gallery

QUOTATIONS from Private Writings

“A Dream

The beginning always starts out with a dream.
It is all a dream
And we are all players
In our own nightmares”
— Madison Taylor

“For that fine madness still he did retain,
Which rightly should possess a poet’s brain.”
~Michael Drayton~
(1563-1631)

“Who ever loved that loved not at first sight?”
Christopher Marlowe for “Hero and Leander”

“A therapeutic relationship is often more psycho-emotionally intimate than a marriage, or a romantic attachment. I know things about my patients that they would never dream of revealing to their spouses or families. Why is that? One word — trust. If you do not have a connection with a therapist, you cannot trust them. If you do not have trust, you will not expose yourself, and if you do not expose your innermost being, what good is the therapy?” — unknown but ask any great therapist

“Men have called me mad, but the question is not yet settled, whether madness is or is not the loftiest intelligence…whether much that is glorious–whether all that is profound–does not spring from disease of thought…” — Edgar Allan Poe

QUOTATIONS on INFATUATION:

“The world was collapsing, and the only thing that really mattered to me was that she was alive.” ― Rick Riordan, The Last Olympian

“Yes, I was infatuated with you: I am still. No one has ever heightened such a keen capacity of physical sensation in me. I cut you out because I couldn’t stand being a passing fancy. Before I give my body, I must give my thoughts, my mind, my dreams. And you weren’t having any of those.” ― Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

“Good night, good night! parting is such sweet sorrow,
That I shall say good night till it be morrow.”
― William Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet

“I think it is all a matter of love; the more you love a memory the stronger and stranger it becomes” ― Vladimir Nabokov

“What she had realised was that love was that moment when your heart was about to burst.” ― Stieg Larsson, The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo

“When you have seen as much of life as I have, you will not underestimate the power of obsessive love.” ― J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince

“I feel intensely about the physical form of the female body. The smooth caressing line of the breasts. Followed by all parts of a woman are so soft and touchable. The heights one can take the sensations when making love. With a therapist who is male, they do not have this form that causes desire to bloom. It is just plain out inappropriate behavior and throw in a touch of sexual harassment to boot. I don’t want to see any man’s junk unless it is on screen and only if it is actually quite lovely. But I do not want my analyst going anywhere near that subject matter unless I am talking about an abuser raping me. Enough said.” — Madison Taylor, Letters of Import: Infatuation To Fantasy 17

FIRST ART ACQUISITION OUTSIDE OF INHERITANCE

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The Soul Connection

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“Stories We Tell”

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“Stories We Tell”
New Documentary by Sarah Polley
Post Created by Jk the secret keeper
Created June 9th 2013
Posted June 12th 2013
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Stories We Tell: A post by Sarah Polley
August 29th, 2012
Documentary
Filmmaker Sarah Polley about her new film, Stories We Tell.

Today in Venice my latest film, Stories We Tell, will be screening for the first time. Until now, thanks to the extraordinary decency of many people – including some journalists who have known the story for years and kept it secret – I have been able to keep its contents under wraps.

Knowing that people will now write about the film itself as well as the story it is based on, I’d like to explain a bit of the process that lead to the making of the film and why I’d like the film to speak for itself. I realize that I’m not nearly accomplished enough to write this kind of blog without apology. The world is not waiting for my next film! But because I am hoping to not do any press or interviews about the film for its festival life, I do feel I owe an explanation to the journalists who have helped me keep this secret and been respectful of my process for some time.

Here is the story of how this film came to be, and why I hope people will write about the film itself and not only the story it is based on.

In 2007 I was on set in Montreal, shooting a scene for the film Mr. Nobody. I received a phone call from a friend warning me that a journalist had found out a piece of information about my life that I had kept a secret for a year. I got in touch with the journalist and begged him not to print the story. It was a story that I had kept secret from many people in my life including my father. It took some time and many tears to convince the journalist not to print the story within the week, but I left that conversation convinced that it was not a secret I could keep for long, and that if I wanted the people in my life and outside my life to know the story in my own words, I would have to take action.

I flew to Toronto that night to tell my father the news. He was not my biological father. This had been confirmed by a DNA test with a man I had met a year earlier. I had met my biological father almost by accident, though I had long suspected based on family jokes and rumours that my mother may have had an affair that led to my conception.

My father’s response to this staggering piece of news was extraordinary. He has always been a man who responds to things in unusual ways, for better or for worse. He was shocked, but not angry. His chief concern, almost immediately, was that my siblings and I not put any blame on my mother for her straying outside of their marriage. He was candid about his own lack of responsiveness towards her and how that may have led her to the point where she sought out the affection of another person. And then he began to write. And write and write and write.

He wrote the story of their marriage, her affair (which he put together from other people’s memories), and his relationship with me. He wrote about our need to tell stories.

My biological father, at my behest, had also begun writing the story of his relationship with my mother. He is a fine storyteller too and one of the most interesting people I’ve ever met. Each of us had a deep and growing need to tell the story, different parts of it, in different ways, with emphasis on different details, in a way that reflected our own experience and what was most important to us as we are now.

My siblings began telling the story to their friends. Journalists who heard the story from various sources began calling me and asking me to be interviewed about this discovery. Everyone who heard the story seemed to want to own it. Up until then many people had mused aloud to me that the story would make a great film. I disagreed. While it had huge relevance and emotional impact for the people close to it, I felt that this story was in fact quite common. I felt I had seen this film before. However, the process of watching a story take on a life of its own, mutate, and change in so many other people’s words fascinated me. And as the story was told, or perhaps because the story was told – it changed. So I decided to make a film about our need to tell stories, to own our stories, to understand them, and to have them heard.

Personal documentaries have always made me a bit squeamish. I’ve seen some brilliant ones, but they often push the boundaries of narcissism and can feel more like a form of therapy than actual filmmaking. (Though I could listen to anyone’s therapy session and be entertained, I think.)

I’m not claiming that my film lacks self involvement but what I wanted most was to examine the many versions of this story, how people held onto them, how they agreed and disagreed with each other, and how powerful and necessary creating narrative is for us to make sense of our bewildering lives. I wanted the story told in the words of everyone I could find who could speak about it. Whatever my own feelings are about the events that are outlined, about the many dynamic and complicated players or the stunning, vibrant woman my mother was, they are ephemeral, constantly out of my grasp, they change as the years pass. (I declined to use a “voice of God” first person voice over narration because it felt false, self involved, and besides the point.) But I found I could lose myself in the words of the people closest to me. I can feel and hear and see their histories, and I wanted to get lost, immerse myself in those words, and be a detective in my own life and family.

Anything I want to say myself about this part of my life is said in the film. It’s a search still, a search for meaning, truth, for whether there can ever be a truth. I have a lot of trepidation about doing interviews and being asked how I feel about it all. I worry about seeing my deepest feelings about my life taken out of context or shortened or made to fit into someone’s already written story. And I have spent five years deciding, frame by frame and word by word, how to tell this story in this film. I’d hate to see my inability to think before I speak wipe out years of work with one stupid comment that I haven’t thought through.

I have decided not to do any interviews about this film until the film is released theatrically and I hope that doesn’t offend, or that journalists who are assigned to cover the film understand this choice after seeing it. I’m sure it’s annoying to not have a new angle or a different quote than other journalists and I’m really sorry to create that problem for the people who decide to write about it. But I desperately want, at least while the film is on the festival circuit, to have people experience and write about the film before the story – or to experience the many stories that this story has become as opposed to just my version of it. It is, after all, why I made the film in the first place. It’s oblique I know. The film is much less oblique than this fearfully written blog. I’m trying to preserve as much of the experience of viewing it for the first time as I can for those who wish to see it, for better or for worse.

I learned so much along the way. I got to know my mother who died when I was 11 in a way that isn’t usually possible for people who lose parents young. I got to know so much about my family, about filmmaking, about trusting collaborators to keep making the movie when you need to just walk away for a time (for this I have to especially thank my editor Mike Munn, my DOP Iris Ng, Producer Anita Lee and Production Coordinator Kate Vollum, as well as others, who all kept on making the film while I hid in a corner for periods of time). I also learned that people can be more decent and ethical than you imagine. Several journalists, including Brian Johnson and Matthew Hays (and more recently Gabe Gonda, the arts editor at The Globe and Mail), have known this story for years. And while they very much wanted to print it, they all respected my wish to keep this story private until I was ready to tell it in my own words. I think arts journalists in Canada are made of good material generally. I’m so thankful to them for letting me have the space to explore this on my own, ask the questions I wanted to ask, and let this film come out into the world. I never could have made it if I hadn’t had that space and time.

Making this film was the hardest thing I’ve ever done. It took five years and tormented me. I didn’t want to make it, and I wanted to give up many times along the way, but I also didn’t want this story to be out there in the words of someone other than the many people who lived it. Now it will be written about in many other people’s words, and I’m finally at peace with that. With the inaccuracies, with the new insights that I may not have arrived at on my own, with the broken telephone that happens when “concentric circles of people,” as my biological father says, begin telling their own stories without experiencing the original versions. That is what the film is about anyway and after five long years I’m actually looking forward to its arrival in the world, and the inevitable mess that comes from a story being told and retold.
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“Stories We Tell”

There’s family, there’s history and then there’s the truth, but as Sarah Polley explores in her beautiful and uniquely moving documentary “Stories We Tell,” all of those terms carry different weight depending on the eye of the beholder. Begun as a project to investigate her own family background, “Stories We Tell” blossoms into a riveting portrait of a family still carrying secrets, heartache and accepted truths that sometimes fly in the face of reality. But Polley’s entire point is that one person’s “reality” is someone else’s “fiction” and her brilliant film almost deconstructs itself as it goes along, calling into question its own presentation of the “facts” yet never feeling academic, and always wholly emotional. It’s the rare documentary that we’d argue contains “spoilers” which aren’t just part of the narrative (though it’s more enjoyable if you’re in the dark a bit,) but the presentation itself. One of the most intelligent documentaries we’ve seen in quite some time, at times enlightening and profound, the film proves the simple truth that the “Stories We Tell” about our own lives can’t always be trusted.
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Sarah Polley Examines Her Own Family In Lovely, Fascinating ‘Stories We Tell’
Venice Review
by Oliver Lyttelton
August 29, 2012

Sarah Polley has a secret. It’s a secret that, remarkably, she kept under wraps to all but friends and family until the film screened at the Venice Film Festival this morning. It’s a secret that’s seemingly informed her two directorial efforts to date, “Away From Her” and “Take This Waltz,” and is the subject matter of her third film, and first documentary, “Stories We Tell.” And it’s a secret that’s led to her finest work as a director so far.

It’s also a secret that is so important to the film that it would be virtually impossible to discuss it without giving it away. So, while Polley has written about it online today, knowing it going in might theoretically hamper your enjoyment of the film, the spoiler-phobic should be warned that from here on out, we will be giving certain things away. Be assured that fans of Polley’s work to date will be delighted by a documentary that serves simultaneously as a gripping mystery, a moving record of a family and a fascinating investigation into the nature of truth, memory, and the documentary form itself.
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*SPOILERS AHEAD*

Made up of interviews and what initially appears to be archive home movie footage (in the manner of Jonathan Caouette’s “Tarnation”), the film begins as a portrait of the director’s actress mother Diana Polley, and of her marriage to Polley’s father Michael, which ended when Diana passed away from cancer when Sarah was eleven. To build up this picture, Polley has interviewed her father (who was also an actor for a time), her siblings, and her parents’ friends, who paint a picture of a vibrant, complicated woman in a relationship that was loving, but not entirely happy.
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And then comes the secret. Her brothers and sisters had long joked that Sarah didn’t look much like her father, and when she turned 18, began to make enquiries, discovering that her mother may have had an affair with a co-star when she was in a play in Montreal around the time that Sarah was conceived. Polley is eventually intrigued enough to seek out Canadian producer Harry Gulkin (the Oscar-nominated “Lies My Father Told Me”), an old friend of her mother’s, to ask. In fact, Harry reveals that he was the one who had an affair with Diana, and suspects that he’s her father. In fact, having now met her, he’s sure of it.

On one hand, Polley tells this story as truthfully as is possible – through the words of those who it involves, or who were there for the aftermath, like her four siblings. Indeed, the bulk of the film’s narration comes from a lengthy essay her father wrote after the fact, read in his own dulcet tones (Polley shoots within the recording studio as he does so, charmingly showing her directing her father, and her own nervous energy, in the process). At the same time, by the very nature of the film, she’s editorializing, manipulating the narrative for maximum shock value, and shooting reconstructions of what initially looked like archive Super 8 footage, with actors playing her parents in their younger days, and the real-life participants playing themselves in more recent times.

But to her credit, Polley doesn’t just acknowledge these liberties, she makes them an intrinsic part of the film, to the extent that she openly questions her own motivations for making the documentary. She’s essentially encouraging the audience to ask questions about how possible it is to closely recreate and document the past, and whether a documentary can achieve those goals.

It’s fascinating stuff, doubly so because of the clear parallels with her previous directorial efforts. Her real story is reflected both in the late-in-life adultery in “Away From Her,” and the fallibility of monogamy, and the risks of not making the leap into the unknown of “Take This Waltz.” (Interestingly, her sister comments at one point that after discovering Sarah’s news, all three Polley daughters were soon divorced). She keeps herself mostly off screen, and yet the director is exposing just as much of herself as anyone.

Which makes it all sound quite high-minded, but the film’s plot, if you can call it that, grips like a thriller, and Polley takes care to introduce the participants as characters rather than as her relatives. And all of her “characters,” from wisecracking older brother Mark to the Albert Einstein-ish Harry to the quiet, repressed, impossibly generous Michael (the source of much of the film’s emotion) are hugely entertaining, and are simply a pleasure to spend time with.

There are some issues. Shying away from introducing her interviewees clearly at the beginning means that even by the end, you’re sometimes struggling to work out how they relate to one another. And the film drags in its conclusion, stacking multiple endings on top of one another. They all contain good material, but one does start to shift a little in the seat. But for the most part, it’s a film that tickles both the brain and the heart, and by some distance Polley’s most consistent, and best, work as a director to date. [A-]
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A Clip from Sarah Polley’s documentary on “Stories We Tell”

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