A film crew films a dead dear

Self consciousness is a dull trauma

And my process is: through

Can I do more?

Save it till after I am done being selfish.

The baby is born.

KYLE
Don’t hold your hand like
that.

MARY
What is going on?

http://memory.loc.gov/afc/afcss39/262/2627b2.mp3

Montage of moving pictures:

Tapestry


It is difficult to seperate the tapestry
from the room or loom which takes precedence over it.
For it must always be frontal yet to one side.

It insists on this picture of "history"
in the making, because there is no way out of the punishment
it proposes: sight blinded by sunlight.
The seeing taken in with what is seen
in an explosion of sudden awareness of its formal splendor.

The eyesight, seen as inner,
registers over the impact of itself
receiving phenomena, and in so doing
draws an outline, or a blueprint,
of what was just there: dead on the line.

If it has the form of a blanket, that is because
we are eager, all the same, to be wound in it:
This must be the good of not experiencing it.

But in some other life, which the blanket depicts anyway,
the citizens hold sweet commerce with one another
and pinch the fruit unpestered, as they will,
and words go crying after themselves, leaving the dream
upended in a puddle somewhere
as though "dead" were just another adjective.


John Ashbery

Mary pulls the flesh off of James.

Mary
Oh God. James. What did you do?

James
I was him.

There is the slow removal of a medium sized book.

Look at us. This okay?
Where son and son (blow my boys blow)
climb into just his diary: the bathroom, The fireplace, a sleep over on weekends;
sides of sticks or bones or sheets of trembles.

"I will cross my arms and Comala will die of hunger"
And that was what happened.

-Juan Rulfo

James wears a baggy t-shirt and pajama bottoms.

V.O YOUNG JAMES
And the breeze pushes. And the
woods push. And the ground
continues to give. And the sky
stays grounded. At least until it
rains.

There is laughing. Mary walks on to the scene and stands next to James

MARY
I loved the way he used to laugh.

INT. STAIR CASE/ GUEST BED ROOM- 2005- MORNING

She walks around the room looking at objects. She fixes a
picture.

Second Semester

It is the second semester and I feel great. I just got done with taking screen shots of every thing I have shot and then "manually" editing the second part of the film on the wall in my room. It feels sooo good to have such a large chunk of the film physically in front of me. I can wake in the morning look over and notice that that picture should go up two slots, or that the dialog really needs to go with this image instead of that.

Inspirations for the week: As it has been all semester (in no particular order) Andrei Tarkovsky, Juan Rulfo, John Ashbery and Sufjan Stevens. ( I dare someone to read, watch, discuss and listen to all of these artists and not get inspired). Hey this has felt pretty coherent so far. hmmm. nice. "Is this okay?"