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I'm still vibrating a little.........

June 21st, 2005 (04:43 pm)
current song: Step back RATCATCHER and HAPPINESS...

Like I just had a relentless workout.

From the opening line, I didn't stop changing my mind about this film.
Over and over and over, shifting from stomach flipping horror--
to a sense that I was being manipulated for the benefit of a few familiar
faces who were doing their community service.

But it didn't stop.
Wouldn't stop.

I would get dragged in again, anticipating the scene--
Wildly predictable scene after scene...
but rocked and sickened and torn, regardless.

Getting indignant at the patronizing heavy hand....
while pawing the tears off my face from the previous wave.

Every time I thought I had "gotten it" and raised my chin
to the level of Jade, I would be struck down.

Forced to reevaluate the Circles forming before me.
Question my understanding of the Writer's Intention.

It was a Story Teller's Story.

The line from Matt Dillon's character, ringing in my ears:

You think you know who you are?

As much as the first line, that rang through as THEME.

The story was only outline. Shape. The linking dance
that was so easy to see ahead of............

Was the bones, only the skeleton of this Poem.

The piece was all that lay between the lines.
The manipulation itself....the best part happened
INSIDE you--not on the screen.

Poetry is Prose concentrate--you bring your own water.
--Marcia Muldoon
(ginger's 12th grade creative writing teacher)

Appropriately enough...hairpolack took me to see this movie.
The guy who seems to never say the right thing?
And we had civil arguments afterwards....as to the desired effect of this piece.
(i look the definition up all the time--but i can never decide on affect or effect)

He insisted that he reached a point where he stopped caring, that the barrage
left him feeling talked down to. Patronized. He shut down after a while.

I insisted that this had been intentional.
That if anything, that was the thrust of the piece.

For christ sake, TONY FUCKIN DANZA???

And HELL FREEZING softly OVER at the end???

we think we know who we are....

Every scene, every scene required you to run back through the overlapping
Circles. I held my hand tightly over my mouth to contain the sound of my sobs...
when we were left still, in moments, to our own thoughts.
Tears sheeting down my face.

I could not even LOOK at several scenes.
I looked down at my lap.
Ashamed, for so many reasons.

This Film made me sick.
Made me hurt.
Made me angry.
Pissed me off on every level and back.

I MUST own it.
I need to watch it over and over.
Something in it's construction....
is the key, to what I want to write.

On an ENTIRELY different plane.
But the key...
I felt it there, in the subtext.
The construction of the subtext.

I learned a new way to draw the Circles I need...
For the book in my belly.

I loved it.


Posted by: Disophy (disophy1)
Posted at: June 22nd, 2005 12:04 am (UTC)

For a bit there I thought you might be thinking of the Ballard/Cronenberg Crash. Interesting. Book in the belly eh? Will you develop the discipline to give birth? Talk clashes not crash in the dew. Is there a writer's monk within?

Posted by: Red Lipstick & Green Ink (ginger931)
Posted at: June 22nd, 2005 04:10 am (UTC)
Re: Crash

You can be such a Dick.

Go watch the movie.

Posted by: Glenn (gev)
Posted at: June 22nd, 2005 01:58 am (UTC)

I guess you saw it with the right fellow,
but I'm rather envious of him.
To see you in such a state...
goodness gracious.

Posted by: Red Lipstick & Green Ink (ginger931)
Posted at: June 22nd, 2005 04:12 am (UTC)
Re: wow



Just, just go see the movie.


Posted by: Glenn (gev)
Posted at: June 22nd, 2005 06:24 am (UTC)
Re: wow


I have. twice. :)

Posted by: Red Lipstick & Green Ink (ginger931)
Posted at: June 22nd, 2005 06:30 am (UTC)
Re: wow

Then why so cheeky.

I almost poured you into my angry at Charles diatribe.
But I haven't known you, and you haven't known me....
long enough to know why that slit me open.

I don't have moments like this very often.

Posted by: Glenn (gev)
Posted at: June 22nd, 2005 06:50 am (UTC)
Re: wow

hmmm, sorry.
I'm just a cheeky bastard, often at the Very Wrongest Time.
But I just want to know, to experience...
Maybe I don't really, but I think I do.

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