Ray Bradbury – “Story of a Writer” (1963)

tell me a story

Ray Bradbury - “Story of a Writer”

Post Thursday 28th August 2014

Created by Jennifer Kiley

 

 

 

 

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Ray Bradbury - “The Story of a Writer”

 

Short public domain documentary about Ray Bradbury by David L. Wolper, 1963. An annotated viewing: brainpickings.org/index.php/2012/08/22/ray-bradbury-story-of-a-writer-1963

Available for download: archive.org/details/RayBradburyStoryOfAWriterByDavidL.Wolper

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DO WHAT YOU LOVE

“Mrs. Peppercorn’s Magical Reading Room” – A Short Film

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“Mrs. Peppercorn’s Magical Reading Room” – A Short Film
Post Created by Jennifer Kiley
Created 4/20/2014 April
Posted on Friday 15th August 2014
I <3 SHORT FILMS

SPECTACULAR.
A TREAT.
AS A PERSON ABOVE THE AGE OF A CHILD
I LOVE STORIES.
I LOVE TO HAVE STORIES
TOLD TO ME.
I LOVE TO TELL STORIES
TO MYSELF.
I LOVE TO TELL STORIES
TO MY ANIMALS.
I LOVE TO TELL STORIES
TO GHOSTS.
I LOVE TO TELL STORIES
TO OTHER BEINGS
WHO INHABIT THE EARTH.

STORIES ARE WONDERFUL.
EXCITING TO HEAR.
EXCITING TO SEE.
THE CREATION OF FILM
WAS AN ABSOLUTE GENIUS
INVENTION.
TO BE ABLE
TO CREATE STORIES
AND PLACE THEM
ONTO A MEMORY.
A MEMORY
THAT CAN BE SHARED
OVER AND OVER.
FILLING THE VIEWER
WITH ENJOYMENT
SATISFACTION
TEARS
REFLECTIONS
REALIZATIONS
TRUTHS
FANTASIES
REALITIES
ALL AND NOTHING
ENJOYABLE VISIONS
MEANING OR
NO SPECIFIC MEANING
BEAUTY
VISIONS
SYMBOLS
SPEAKING IN CRYPTIC
UNDERSTANDING

READ
WRITE THE WORDS
AS SOON AS YOU SEE THEM
HEAR THEM
SAY THEM
KNOW THEM
UNDERSTAND THEM

MOVING FEELINGS
GENERATED FROM
A FANTASY STORY
THAT AWAKENS MEMORIES
OF DREAMS
FROM A MISTY CHILDHOOD
WITHOUT CLARITY

BRILLIANT SHORT FILM
OF HIGH QUALITY
LOVE THE CHILD ELOISE
A MUST SEE FILM
FOR CHILDREN
AND ESPECIALLY
THOSE CHILDREN
STUCK IN ADULT
SHAPED BODIES

LET US OUT
GET INTO THE UNFOLDING
OF THE MAGIC

YOU WILL LOVE THIS FILM
IF YOU ARE A CHILD
WHO BELIEVES IN LOVE
AND HAPPILY EVER
BEFORE MIDDLE
AND AFTER ALL

A MOMENT
SOME PLACE IN TIME
A ROUGH CARD
GETS SLIPPED
INTO THE DECK

SOMEONE SORTS
THE TAROT WRONG
AND THERE IT IS
UPSIDE DOWN CARDS
SENDING
AN AWKWARD INFUSION
OF NEGATIVITY

INTO THE MIDST
OF THE COURSE
OF OCEAN WAVES
CRASHING
INTO THE SAND
PULLING IT OUT
MIXING IT ALL UP

CHANGE AIR
CHANGE SAND
CHANGE TIME
AS THE SAND TUMBLES
INTO THE LOWER HALF
OF AN HOUR GLASS

STREAM OF CONSCIOUSNESS
IS WHAT HAPPENS
WHEN AN INTELLIGENT CHILD
TAKES PAINTS
AND DESIGNS THEM
INTO WHAT THE CHILD SEES
AS SOMETHING SPECIAL
AND HAS A SPECIALNESS
AROUND WHAT IT SPECIFIES
AS ITS IDENTITY
OR ABSTRACT CONFUSION

BUT ONLY CONFUSING
FOR THOSE WHO DON’T LIKE
THE FEELING OF LETTING
THEIR MIND HAVE FREEDOM
TO EXPRESS ITSELF
WITHOUT EXCEPTION
OR INTERRUPTION
OR GUIDANCE TOWARD
A PRE-DETERMINED DESTINATION
FREEDOM
NO BOUNDARIES
BETWEEN MIND & DOING
PREJUDICE IS CAUSED
BY LOSS OF FAERY DUST
ONE SPRINKLE ALL IS CURED
BUT DO THOSE
WHO HATE DIFFERENCE
WANT TO CHANGE
OR HAVE
FAERY DUST TOUCH THEM?
AND THE WORLD
CONTINUES FOR NOW

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“Mrs. Peppercorn’s Magical Reading Room” – A Short Film – 26min. 9sec.

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“Mrs Peppercorn’s Magical Reading Room” – A Short Film. BRILLIANT!!! It Gets 5 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 out of 5 <3 s

Multi Award Winning short film by writer/director Mike Le Han. mrspeppercornthemovie.co.uk

A magical/fantasy short film set in a remote Cornish fishing village. Eloise a nine year old adopted girl takes solace in her books when she moves to the creepy village of Black Lake, until she meets Mrs Peppercorn the bookshop owner who was said to have been dead for over nine years.

Read what Variety had to say about the film variety.com/article/VR1118035497?refCatId=13

Director: Mike Le Han,
Director Of Photography: Stephen Murphy,
Writers: Helen Le Han & Mike Le Han,
Production Designer: Helen Le Han

Editor: Mark Talbot Butler,
Composer: Kevin Kliesch,
VFX Supervisor: Ben Haworth,
Sound Supervisor: Alex Joseph

“Artifact” My Biography – Joshua Snow

white dragon jr snow facing to rightI would like to mark the
13th of July 2014 as the date I formally Introduced
J.R. Snow, a young emerging writer. For the past
three Sundays, he has been our Guest Artist and
his work, in the form of a three part short
story, has been presented here on
‘the secret keeper.’
Thank You Joshua
Jennifer Kiley
jkm

white dragon jr snow

Now it is time for the writer to come out from
behind his worded mask of storytelling and
talk to us about himself and his aspirations.
The following is J.R.’s
introduction of himself
in his own words.
Thank you ALL. Now I
give you - J.R. Snow

 

Artifact
My Biography

Joshua Snow

“Those who don’t believe in magic will never find it.” – Roald Dahl

There are a lot of things I wish to say in this, things I wish to express and explain, but words can only describe so much. My name is Joshua Snow. If you’re a Game of Thrones fan like me, you probably already caught onto the fact that my last name is Snow and you know what it means. Yes, I have been told that I know nothing. (Another Game of Thrones reference) However, people are just trying to be funny rather than rude. Besides that, allow me to introduce myself.

Dragon Spirit for j.r. snow bioI live in Texas, a very big place deep in the south. Within this very big state I live in Houston. To put it bluntly, I do not like it here. Its too hot, not enough forest and mountains, and the winters are too short. I plan to move up north someday to some place I feel like I belong. I am 19 and I will be turning 20 this year in August. I am currently enrolled in college classes for the first time and will be starting June 2nd. A lot of change is coming my way, and for the most part, it has been scary to feel.

Now I bet you’re all wondering, “What is a child like me doing talking about myself?” Well, besides what I just told you, I am a writer. A creator. A daydreamer. My mind is always somewhere. I was always that kid in class caught with his head up in the clouds. Even my principal said so when I graduated high school.

I’m fascinated with anything magical, and most of all, anything having to do with dragons. Dragons to me are the most wonderful beings in the world. I read about them as a kid and I have dragon décor all over my room. I have a Celtic dragon flag that’s rather large, a dragon poster by the wonderful artist Christina Yen, a dragon clock, dragon books, Dragon’s Blood incense, (I promise its not really made of dragon’s blood) dragon pendants and a dragon incense holder as well as a box with a dragon laying on it. I’m pretty sure that’s all of it. Dragons are like family to me and I strongly believe they are my guardian angels. I’ve dreamed about them a lot too and I’ve had a lot of dreams of flying. I get a running start and I just leap off my own two feet and fly. There was one particular dream where I was flying with a lot of dragons and a green one stood out to me.

Awesome dragon Poster facing rightI’ve been working on a big fantasy story for the past three years now. I’ve rewritten it a lot of times, and combining all those rewrites, I don’t doubt in my mind I’d go up to 300-400 pages. The characters are probably the closest part to perfect out of the whole story. The plot is still in motion and being worked out in detail and I also drew a map of the world.

I’ve planned for this to be a series of books. I designed the characters via a certain video game where I was allowed to create my own fighter and I designed them through that. I created eighty-two characters until I found the very few I desired. Out of all of those, the few I kept are probably six or seven. My most precious character I created is a Seraphina, a dragon who can transform into a woman with long, white hair and keeps the beautiful blue eyes I gave her. She’s the last one who carries the power of old magic inside her, magic that no longer exists in the world.

In the world I created, magic is dying. Other species like elves no longer exist, and dragons and humans are the only ones known to be alive. However, humans can use magic as well. There are witches and mages, good and evil. I never liked the idea that witches and wizards were all evil anyway. I found it to be tasteless and narrow minded. Also, in the world, there is a war going on. It is a private war, one that is hidden from public knowledge. No one is aware of but those involved. I do have deeper details but I do not wish to spoil. I hate spoilers myself. The entire series is inspired by the idea that despite all of cruelty, corruption and darkness in the world, there is always a chance for happiness. There is such a thing as a happy ending. Its just that not everyone gets one, and those who do get one are blessed. Not everyone gets a happy ending, sadly, for everyone who deserved one.

dragon white looking left into the sea while sitting on a ledgeAs for magical things, I do believe there is some sort of magic in the world. From what I’ve felt and seen, I can’t doubt it. I can no longer think it’s as simple as science and logic. I had a friend once who told me the reason spiritual things were still around was because you can’t prove them wrong because that individual believes it so much, so it carries on, and you can’t prove them right because there’s no physical proof or evidence to show to people. If I believe in a so-called god, I cannot call this so called god and have you meet him in person. I cannot show you a spirit of a dead person or show you a dragon or something magical with my own hands. His logic and reasoning were very interesting, and he actually offered to hear my opinions and to tell me if I was wrong, but I decided not to.

All I know, and believe, is that there is something in matters of spirit and magic. And through things I wish to write like a short story or this big fantasy story I spoke of, I wish to share that. I believe magic breathes through everything, I believe in different dimensions, spirits, souls, guardian angels, and past lives. I believe everything has a life and a spirit and a name. Everything is like a little artifact. It has its own identity, meaning, and its come from something. Everything has an origin. Everything comes to us for a reason. That’s what I ultimately believe. Everything happens for a reason.

joshua snow 9th june 2014
 

If you want to contact

Author J.R. Snow
[Joshua Snow]

Please Use Contact Windows

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Private Writings: Chapter #67 – “Twisting Inside Shouting Out Loud”

private writings a novel of true fantasy by jennifer kiley [shawn's 2d blue name]“Twisting Inside Shouting Out Loud”
Private Writings #67
Written by Jennifer Kiley
Post Tuesday 24th June 2014

WARNING: ADULT LANGUAGE AND CONTENT
Not Suitable For Children.

ALL CHARACTERS ARE FICTITIOUS.
Anyone Resembling Anyone Living or Dead
Is Purely Coincidental.

1 alice-down-the-rabbithole [use best one]

Crypticistic Synopsis:

private writings to dr. annie haskell psychoanalyst

I am the storyteller using imagination fantasy feelings & thoughts

to discover self soul eternal serenity & bliss

but to most importantly tell the best tale ever after upon a time.

see you down the rabbit hole.

Private Writings: Chapter #67 “Twisting Inside Shouting Out Loud”

Tuesday 16th December 2008

Dear Annie,

If I don’t know who I am, how will I know what I should do?

I have been writing non-stop except for sleep, creating a variety of ideas for my play. I’m rather exhausted. But can’t stop needing to create.

I have been having these phrases popping up inside my head. I finally wrote them down on a blank page on WORD. I am going to use them as the beginning of a scene.

I have to believe I am not going to grow old inside this weird mind melting place. Just wiser and I will only allow them to take a touch of my madness. I will need and use the rest for myself.

I think I am about to write you one of my more in sane letters, much more in sane.

I found a bloody good twist for the play. “Far more things occur in dark spaces and from the other side than we are aware of.” My own quote, made it up just now. Play on one of Shakespeare’s lines. Did a few modifications.

It keeps me up late, thinking about my play. I want to find the exact words & to keep my characters to as few lines as possible & still contain what my story is meant to be. What it is that I am trying to say with all the words I give the actors.

I was searching for songs last night to inspire me. Listened to great stuff & found the pieces of music I was looking for. One song stood out. I listened to it repeatedly. Doing that takes me to the zone. It lifts me up and gives my subconscious something to work out for me, and when the Muse is ready, she feeds me what I am going to do.

The play is meant to be about love – the strongest most powerful energy in the universe. It is also about love that is going to slip away. Knowing it is going to happen before anyone else does, even the person it is going to happen to.

How would you like to have that ability? The power to know things before they happen to other people. My play has an element of that contained within it. Don’t want to give too much a way. You have to see it performed on stage to find out what happens. This is only the second process I am in now. Living life was the first. The second is fictionalizing my experiences with what I’ve learned from living. There is a third & eventually a sequel which will lead me into the fourth part, writing the screenplay. That may end the process or open up into another world.

I may be sounding vague but I like to be a mystery. Mysterious. It is what keeps me alive – wondering & trying to understand what is inside what we don’t know or ever will know while we are mortal.

Since I am mortal, I would like to ask the question Why. Why am I talking to ghosts and they are returning their side of the conversation. I may think a long time before I decide whether you will ever see any of this letter. I will be honest just the same.

I see dead people. I use to say I saw dead people when I was asleep. But now they have decided to visit me when I am trying to get back my sanity. After my group sessions or after I’ve met with Dr. V. They even interrupt me when I am writing to you. Tosh may not know you but Angie sure does. She has been hanging around you until she found me & Dr. George.

I need sleep, so I am going to finish this letter tomorrow, unless I wake up in the middle of the night. Sleeping here without my weed is making my insomnia unbearable. When I do sleep it is just tossing the covers all over. When my eyes open in an attempt to view the world to see if it is still here, I find myself completely twisted up in the covers like I was playing B & D.

Chin Chin Annie. I will think of you as I try to fall asleep. Your face will calm me. If I hear your voice, it would just add to my calmness.

Love Fondly,

Madison

@>-;–

© Madison Taylor 2008

“I think writing really helps you heal yourself. I think if you write long enough, you will be a healthy person. That is, if you write what you need to write, as opposed to what will make money, or what will make fame.“ — Alice Walker

Somewhere In Time – Composer John Barry

5 photo of white rose with red framed in blue

“A Dream
The beginning always starts out
With a dream.
It is all a dream
In our own nightmares”
— Madison Taylor

Le Chateau de Rocher - Home to Madison & Scottie   Their Cats & daughter Alison. She has her own place on the estate

Le Chateau de Rocher – Home to Madison & Scottie
Their Cats & daughter Alison. She has her own place on the estate

 

play is not just play meryl streep“Pretending is not just play.
Pretending is imagined possibility”
— Meryl Streep

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Private Writings: Chapter #66 – “Hello Goodbye”

private writings a novel of true fantasy by jennifer kiley [shawn's 2d blue name]
“I Said Hello You Said Goodbye”
Private Writings #66
Written by Jennifer Kiley
Post Tuesday 17th June 2014

WARNING: ADULT LANGUAGE AND CONTENT
Not Suitable For Children.

ALL CHARACTERS ARE FICTITIOUS.
Anyone Resembling Anyone Living or Dead
Is Purely Coincidental.

1 alice-down-the-rabbithole [use best one]

Crypticistic Synopsis:

private writings to dr. annie haskell psychoanalyst

I am the storyteller using imagination fantasy feelings & thoughts

to discover self soul eternal serenity & bliss

but to most importantly tell the best tale ever after upon a time.

see you down the rabbit hole.

Private Writings: Chapter #66 “Hello Goodbye”

Tuesday 9th December 2008

Dear Annie,

I saw her. When she was dying. My mind was a slideshow of still images very much alive inside the time slip in my head. All the smashing sounds crashing against the darkness I fell into while the car fell out of control, taken out by the chaos and collision theory. Hurdling through the air, tumbling forever until the silence caught hold and brought all actions under control and stopped them. Inside me, the echo was shouting out, “you’re dead.” In a split second, my mind focused on Tosh. I called out her name. No response. The darkness fought me but I pushed back with kicking and struggling to free myself from the hands of death and the clutches of this smashed, small, pushed in sports car, holding us captive.

Once free of my car, now upside down and still, as fast as I was able, I found myself on the driver’s side of the car. Tosh loved my racing green MG. Her first negotiation with me, in front of an audience of lesbians, and our very first time being together, as we stood close enough for me to feel the warmth of her breath on my face, we were out in the parking lot of ‘The River,’ a Gay Dance Bar. She asked if she could drive my MG. With courage and no expectation, I said I would make a deal. “If you give me a kiss, I will give you her keys. And wherever you want to go that will be our destination.”

She never hesitated as her lips approached my face and lightly touched my mouth. Her kiss was the sweetest and longest kiss I ever experienced and loved more than anything else that ever happened in my life until that moment. I want to feel those sensations and that newness and intimacy again.

While I was having these flashes of memory, weird shit began happening at Redcliff. First the paper I was writing a note on blew away, pulled with force, right out from under my hands. Then I started feeling weird inside. My skin felt goose bumps. The flesh felt the warmth of a sensation touching me. How do sensations touch you? I cannot explain, except to say, I felt charged with a powerful energy. It was unlike anything that ever touched me and it was invisible.

I became distracted away from the feelings when the book I had been reading earlier flew off the table from where I placed it.

The last thing, quite intimate and unusual, was the scent that washed clean the air. It was strong and familiar. I was certain it was “Sophia,” a perfume I use to wear. And I remembered the same sensual smell when Tosh and I kissed on my dare, a kiss for a key.

How do I explain what it feels like when a kiss melts every body part into one. One merges with the other person. I am certain it is as different as snowflakes. I miss the fact, we never shared a warm fire during a snow fall. We did have the changing of Spring into Summer. The greening and the flowers blooming are spectacular when being in love.

I felt lifted up whenever I was near her. She electrified everyone she touched. Being in her presence heightened my senses. My Angel in waiting for the right time. Waiting for the bell to ring and the light to call. In that moment, she would earn her wings. That should have been years from then and now. As a special gift, she has returned to be my Guardian Angel. Her presence, recently, was being strongly felt. I started talking to her more recently. And No, she does not talk back to me out loud.

If she is not haunting me now, I have no idea who it could be. But then, why would Tosh want to spook me?

After thinking hard about this, the only person presently who would even want to haunt me is, do not laugh or think this idea is nuts, is our murdered group therapy member. Everyone seems to have forgotten Angie. Not me. She pissed me off when she was alive. How do you think I will feel if it turns out “she’s back” and is after me. I have to admit, I have been feeling her presence almost since the night she died.

I should say murder, even though it hasn’t been determined or come close to being confirmed. As Eliza Doolittle would say, “I think someone did her in.” Her enemies list filled the length of a mystery novel. None of what happened was natural. Her death came on too suddenly. Plus there is no cause of death. Oh, and what about Dr. George going bonkers. All of this makes my conspiratorial mind work overtime. For me it is the Conspiracy theorist’s smoking gun on the Grassy Knoll.

Angie may be here, looking for her murderer. It’s not me. But I found out by accident that Dr. George is somewhere inside Redcliff Psychiatric Institute. There have been rumors he’s in the restricted area where no one can just enter and it is hard as hell to get out of even if you don’t belong. That’s for another time.

Back to being haunted, I wish whoever they are would have the chutzpah to face me. Ghosts don’t scare me. They are probably confused about where they are or are stuck for whatever reasons. They may be trapped here. Or don’t want to let go of being here. If one doesn’t believe in anything past the moment of now, in addition to fearing the nothingness, who the Hell would want to disappear completely and stop existing at all? Not one of my favorite moments of mystery I am looking forward to finding out about.

I know I have that fear. It circles my insecurities endlessly. Not to exist any longer FREAKS THE HELL OUT OF ME. It would mean DARKNESS FOREVER. And I have a mortal fear of the Dark and I Hate the Dark, also.

Ah, Shit! A bell just sounded. It means the computers are going offline at any moment. I’m sending this now.

But one last thing I want to say and wish I had the courage to say it face to face. But since we can’t be, here it is. I miss you. I love you. I wish you could hold me & read me a cool, long story. Make the scary thoughts leave my head. Mostly, I just want to hear your voice and to feel one of your extra long hugs.

Have to go. Find me. You know where my mind would go.

Love,

Madison

@>-;–

© Madison Taylor 2008

“I think writing really helps you heal yourself. I think if you write long enough, you will be a healthy person. That is, if you write what you need to write, as opposed to what will make money, or what will make fame.“ — Alice Walker

Somewhere In Time – Composer John Barry

5 photo of white rose with red framed in blue

“A Dream
The beginning always starts out
With a dream.
It is all a dream
In our own nightmares”
— Madison Taylor

Le Chateau de Rocher - Home to Madison & Scottie   Their Cats & daughter Alison. She has her own place on the estate

Le Chateau de Rocher – Home to Madison & Scottie
Their Cats & daughter Alison. She also has her own place on the estate

play is not just play meryl streep“Pretending is not just play.
Pretending is imagined possibility”
— Meryl Streep

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“Nuit Blanche” – A Short Film

i heart short films
Nuit Blanche” – A Short Film
Post Created by Jennifer Kiley
Created 12th April 2014
Posted on Friday 30th May 2014
I <3 SHORT FILMS

A MOST PASSIONATE ENCOUNTER.
SOMETHING WE MAY FANTASIZE
BUT OFTEN DO NOT TAKE THE STEP
OR CRASH FORWARD HEAD ON
GAYLY OR STRAIGHT INTO
A SPECTACULAR BRAIN BLASTING
KISS TO MAKE ALL OTHERS
PALE IN COMPARISON.

here, i give you “nuit blanche”

Nuit Blanche – from Spy Films

facebook.com/spyfilms.worldwide – Nuit Blanche explores a fleeting moment between two strangers, revealing their brief connection in a hyper real fantasy.

The making of the award winning “Nuit Blanche”

Watch the “Making of” here – vimeo.com/9076775

We Are All Mad Here – A Short Film

i heart short films
We Are All Mad Here – A Short Film
Post Created by Jennifer Kiley
Created on 27th March 2014
Posted on Friday 9th May 2014
I <3 SHORT FILMS

everyone at one time
may have heard tell
that a mad hatter existed
some place in wonderland

have lies been told about him
do the records need straightening
a visit from alice may be in order
or the march hare with his cousin
the white rabbit everyone knows for sure
all across the land above and below

being partial to the mad hatter
i give him credit for keeping non-sense
well understood or imagined

let’s take a listen to someone special
i have brought along with me today
yesterday was when i got the idea
but it is as relevant as it was before now

dream believe create

here, i give you “we are all mad here”

NICK FOUQUET – WE ARE ALL MAD HERE
from Bruno Miotto Plus 5 months ago All Audiences

Directed by Bruno Miotto
Written by Giorgio Fabbri and Bruno Miotto
Producer Guja Quaranta
Original Score “Have I Gone Mad?” composed by Alberto Bof – MKRS Publishing
Cinematography by Benjamin Kitchens
Editor: Bruno MIotto
Graphic Designer: Letizia Bozzolini

Cast
Alice: Sharon Hinnendael
Twins: Odelia Samuels and Ornela Samuels
Kids: Philips Banuelos, Yanshree Hotchandani, Brooke Krufal, Matthew Turner, Jacob Zelonky
White Rabbit: Bao Bao

“No animals were harmed in making this film, only humans.”