Op-Ed: “Reflection

OP-ED-UNIQUE EXPRESSION-INSPIRATION

OP-ED: Reflection

Rant: Inner Reflection

Post by jkm

Post Monday 1st December 2014

Rant of the Week

inner reflection

Inner reflection
Outer rejections
Making a motion
To lose recollections

Dreams keep passing
Toward forward carnations
Floating distances away
Into tomorrow’s realizations

(c) jkm

Art of the Week

inside reflection

inside reflection (c) jkm

Video of the Week

Prepare to be psychically stunned.

Eyes Know – Vimeo

The streetlight which lights up the city.
The light draws various form.
Independent Film Project
Directed by Hiroshi Kondo stnw.org
Sound by Ayako Taniguchi ayakotaniguchi.jp

Quotation of the Week

“We always see our worst selves. Our most vulnerable selves. We need someone else to get close enough to tell us we’re wrong. Someone we trust.” ― David Levithan, Naomi and Ely’s No Kiss List

OP-ED-UNIQUE EXPRESSION-INSPIRATION

Op-Ed: “Dream”

November 24th 2014 OP-ED #3

OP-ED-UNIQUE EXPRESSION-INSPIRATION

 Rant of the Week

Experience.  Dream.  Risk.  Close one your  eyes  and  jump. Enjoyed  the  free-fall.   Choose  exhilaration  over comfort. Choose a magic over predictability.  Choose potential over safety. Wake up to the magic of everyday life.  Make friends with your intuition. Trust your gut.  Discover the beauty of uncertainty. Know yourself fully before you make promises to another.  Make millions of mistakes so that you will know how to choose what you really need. Know how to hold on and when to let go.  Love hard and often and without reservation. Seek knowledge.  Open yourself to possibility. Keep your heart open, your head high and your spirit free. Embrace your darkness along with your light.  The wrong every once in a while, and don’t be afraid to admit it. Awaken to the brilliance of ordinary moments.  Tell the truth about herself no matter what the costs.  Own your reality without apology.  See goodness in the world.  Be bold.  Be fierce.  Be grateful.  Be wild.  Crazy and gloriously free.  Be you. Go now, and live.

© Jeanette Leblanc 2008

Video of the Week

When You Love A Woman – Journey

Art of the Week

tomorrow's window (c) jkm 2014

tomorrow’s window (c) jkm 2014

Quote of the Week

“He allowed himself to be swayed by his conviction that human beings are not born once and for all on the day their mothers give birth to them, but that life obliges them over and over again to give birth to themselves.”

— Gabriel Garcia Márquez

OP-ED-UNIQUE EXPRESSION-INSPIRATION

Film View: Marilyn Myller – A Short Film – Animated

Glasgow Film Theatre
“Marilyn Myller” - A Short Film

Animation

Post by Jennifer Kiley

Post Friday 14th November 2014
 
Marilyn Maketh and she taketh awayeth. Now to watch the film. As I do that I will see animation and the explosion of the Universe into creation. What happens after that has been a debate since humans could think and reason with reasonable and irrational thoughts. No judgments as to what is who and who is what. Watch the film in the form of extremely fine animation of what I have only just begun to absorb. I need to watch again to better evaluate what my evaluation may be. As I do that I will write of my interpretation without trying to influence in any way anyone’s personal beliefs.

What was she thinking? And those who encouraged her. Did creating the Universes have a committee to decide how the Universe should begin and then how it should become multiplied in to many Universes. No committee could have created the Universe. It must evolve. Not be smashed to bit after it is created. Billions of eons it has been and will be into infinity.

Interesting film. Ponder your reaction.

Marilyn Myller
from Parabella PRO

Marilyn maketh, Marilyn taketh awayth.

Directed by MIKEY PLEASE

A year in the making, the full six minute stopmotion short features the voice of Josie Long, one zillion hand carved tiny things, literally tens of carved foam puppets, two eye fulls of in-camera, long-exposure light trickery and a pair of tiny dolphins, smooching.
Produced by – BLINK INDUSTRIES / HORNET FILMS
Filmed at – CLAPHAM ROAD STUDIOS
Executive Producers – PETER MEDLOCK / MICHAEL FEDER / BART YATES / MIKEY PLEASE
Produced by – JAN STEBBINS/ JAMES STEVENSON BRETTON / MIKEY PLEASE
Animated & Photographed by – MIKEY PLEASE / DAN OJARI
With animation from – TIM ALLEN / STEVEN WARNE
Music Composed by – BEN PLEASE / JOOLS SCOTT / BETHANY PORTER
Sound Design – ADAM JANOTA BZOWSKI
Voices – JOSIE LONG / JAMES STEVENSON BRETTON / THEODORA VAN DER BEEK / JOSEPHINE GALLAGHER

Will be posted on Expats Post on the 6th October 2014

Tonight I Can Write The Saddest Lines

poetry out loud - day title saturday
Tonight I Can Write The Saddest Lines
Written by Pablo Neruda
Post Created by Jk the secret keeper
Post Created on Friday 18th October 2013
Posted On Saturday 19th October 2013
Poetry Out Loud

Tonight I Can Write The Saddest Lines” by Pablo Neruda [read by Andy Garcia / Music from: “Il Postino]

Tonight I Can Write the Saddest Lines
Pablo Neruda

Write, for example,’The night is shattered
and the blue stars shiver in the distance.’

The night wind revolves in the sky and sings.

Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.

Through nights like this one I held her in my arms
I kissed her again and again under the endless sky.

She loved me, and sometimes I loved her too.
How could one not have loved her great still eyes.

Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
To think that I do not have her. To feel that I have lost her.

To hear the immense night, still more immense without her.
And the verse falls to the soul like dew to the pasture.

What does it matter that my love could not keep her.
The night is shattered and she is not with me.

This is all. In the distance someone is singing. In the distance.
My soul is not satisfied that it has lost her.

My sight searches for her as though to go to her.
My heart looks for her, and she is not with me.

The same night whitening the same trees.
We, of that time, are no longer the same.

I no longer love her, that’s certain, but how I loved her.
My voice tried to find the wind to touch her hearing.

Another’s. She will be another’s. Like my kisses before.
Her VOICE (!!!). Her bright body. Her infinite eyes.

I no longer love her, that’s certain, but maybe I love her.
Love is so short, forgetting is so long.

Because through nights like this one I held her in my arms
my soul is not satisfied that it has lost her.

Though this be the last pain that she makes me suffer
and these the last verses that I write for her.

What We Don’t Know About Trust

tell me a story
What We Don’t Know About Trust
TEDTalk: Onora O’Neill
Notations by Jennifer Kiley
Created 26th September 2013
Posted Thursday 10th October 2013
TELL ME A STORY

Onora O’Neill: What We Don’t Know About Trust

Video Published on Sep 25, 2013
Trust is on the decline, and we need to rebuild it. That’s a commonly heard suggestion for making a better world … but, says philosopher Onora O’Neill, we don’t really understand what we’re suggesting. She flips the question, showing us that our three most common ideas about trust are actually misdirected.

About my Very Tortured Friend, Peter

poetry out loud - day title saturday About my Very Tortured Friend, Peter
Written by Charles Bukowski
Post Created by Jk the secret keeper
Post Created on Friday 27th September 2013
Posted On Saturday 5th October 2013

Poetry Out Loud

About my Very Tortured Friend, Peter by Charles Bukowski [read by Tom O’Bedlam]

About My Very Tortured Friend, Peter
By Charles Bukowski

he lives in a house with a swimming pool
and says the job is
killing him.
he is 27. I am 44. I can’t seem to
get rid of
him. his novels keep coming
back. “what do you expect me to do?” he screams
“go to New York and pump the hands of the
publishers?”
“no,” I tell him, “but quit your job, go into a
small room and do the
thing.”
“but I need ASSURANCE, I need something to
go by, some word, some sign!”
“some men did not think that way:
Van Gogh, Wagner—”
“oh hell, Van Gogh had a brother who gave him
paints whenever he
needed them!”

“look,” he said, “I’m over at this broad’s house today and
this guy walks in. a salesman. you know
how they talk. drove up in this new
car. talked about his vacation. said he went to
Frisco—saw Fidelio up there but forgot who
wrote it. now this guy is 54 years
old. so I told him: ‘Fidelio is Beethoven’s only
opera.’ and then I told
him: ‘you’re a jerk!’ ‘whatcha mean?’ he
asked. ‘I mean, you’re a jerk, you’re 54 years old and
you don’t know anything!’”

“what happened
then?”
“I walked out.”
“you mean you left him there with
her?”
“yes.”

“I can’t quit my job,” he said. “I always have trouble getting a
job. I walk in, they look at me, listen to me talk and
they think right away, ah ha! he’s too intelligent for
this job, he won’t stay
so there’s really no sense in hiring
him.
now, YOU walk into a place and you don’t have any trouble:
you look like an old wino, you look like a guy who needs a
job and they look at you and they think:
ah ha!: now here’s a guy who really needs work! if we hire
him he’ll stay a long time and work
HARD!”

“do any of those people,” he asks “know you are a
writer, that you write poetry?”
“no.”
“you never talk about
it. not even to
me! if I hadn’t seen you in that magazine I’d
have never known.”
“that’s right.”
“still, I’d like to tell these people that you are a
writer.”
“I’d still like to
tell them.”
“why?”
“well, they talk about you. they think you are just a
horseplayer and a drunk.”
“I am both of those.”
“well, they talk about you. you have odd ways. you travel alone.
I’m the only friend you
have.”
“yes.”
“they talk you down. I’d like to defend you. I’d like to tell
them you write
poetry.”
“leave it alone. I work here like they
do. we’re all the same.”
“well, I’d like to do it for myself then. I want them to know why
I travel with
you. I speak 7 languages, I know my music—”
“forget it.”
“all right, I’ll respect your
wishes. but there’s something else—”
“what?”
“I’ve been thinking about getting a
piano. but then I’ve been thinking about getting a
violin too but I can’t make up my
mind!”
“buy a piano.”
“you think
so?”
“yes.”

he walks away
thinking about
it.

I was thinking about it
too: I figure he can always come over with his
violin and more
sad music.