I began writing some long winded blog about technology and how it affects us and how the progression and rate of knowledge we're witnessing is just....well, I got fucking bored with the idea myself halfway through, and hit about 300 too many digressing topics.... It made my head hurt. Made me feel a little queasy. So instead I opted for a few links at the end of this scribble if you're into hearing about how fucked up our society is (happyface wink!!). (Digression example: I refuse to use emoticons on my blog, even if I'm the only person to ever read them. Instead I'll express my emotions and sarcasm through literal expressions like...'happyface wink'.)
I've recently been tinkering away at some writing exercises, in prep to grease the wheels before making an attempt to write a collection of genre themed short stories. I've really only had practice with scripts as of late, so I figured I should try some different angles, forms, blah, blah, yada. I'll be sharing some of the work on my blog over the coming year to see what kind of feedback I might get, so if your reading, feel free to drop by again and let me know what you think.
For now, here's something I've worked on here and there as an exercise. Since I'm an utter film nerd, I decided to watch any given classic film (or any film for that matter) I come across, watch it again, or for the first time, and write the first thing that comes into my head afterward. I'm not exactly sure what these would be called, closest to free hand poetry I guess, but there's no real form or structure, just thoughts.
So this is what I ended up with after watching 'Apocalypse Now' again for the first time in several years ...
GONZO APOCALYPSE
Further down the Cambodian river I go, in these waters I do not know. As dusk reflects in murky depths, a foreign sun and its golden glow. I am not supposed to be here, it is not my wish. I've been sent by old men, with death's sweet kiss. Right is wrong and wrong is right, and truth is absent in dead of night. I wander without moral now, as bodies float and sanities bow. So lucid have these nightmares become, as sleep is but a dream for some; while old men sleep well, and dreaming still, of wars for the young to die for them.
RB
And here's some links for good wholesome fun!!
Transcendant Man trailer
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ntY01qoIdus
The Mindscape of Allan Moore trailer
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3-QHONaWW8Y
Capitalism: A Love Story
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JeROnVUADj0
