Tock: #2

I've managed to work up another stanza for Tock which I'm very happy with once again. With it being my post popular post on my writing so far I hope that you will like this as much as last time.

You reader:
                  Believed that there on the platform
my gaze was glued; on the hands of the round clock,
which pierced, like halberds and penetrated: as if to inform,
me of my vain attempt to try and lock
myself away, from the cemetery and the coffins knock.
As they lay, lifeless, in the circular pantheon, who
can say that the clocks numbers are not taking stock?
The guillotine falls on every minute, as if to
accentuate the care free luggage, and my journey, en lieu.

Something must have gone wrong for me.
Was I misinformed of a delay, or a connection missed?
Perhaps if I'd hired a contact to stay and foresee
the state of this station my burden would not persist;
and this suitcase of the damned could be cast away, and dismissed.
For I do not know if my sanity wishes it to be banished
or  if it depends solely upon it to exist.
What seems certain, is that the baggage cannot be vanished,
and that it stares at me like a foe who it has vanquished.

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L'idee

So this is a short film I'm very passionate about and I'm hoping to actually film once it is complete. I'm planning for it to be conceptual piece much in the style of Jean Pierre Jeunet, someone I'm heavily influenced by. This is only a very short section of film perhaps one minute and a bit. I'm yet to complete the piece but it is my main bit of work at the moment and I'm hoping to complete it within the next week or two. I promise to post it once it is complete as well.

L’idée

FADE IN:

INT. EMPTY ROOM- DAY

On an old wooden chair, with L’idée engraved on to the back of it, CERVELLO, a young man with wild hair, heavy eyes and a scraggly beard, stares blankly into nothing.

Cervello contorts his face as if in pain.

He shakes his head and continues to stare blankly into nothing.

Cervello raises his left hand to his ear and begins to rub his index and middle finger against his thumb. He clenches his fist very quickly and then, when he reopens his hand, begins to start clicking his fingers to slow, steady beat.

Whilst continuing to click with his left hand Cervello then raises his right hand and begins to click both his hands into a rhythm.

As the rhythm begins to speed up he starts to stamp his foot onto an old wooden box and incorporate it into the tune.

Cervello bobs his head to beat and starts whistling as the tune gets faster and faster.

As the tune intensifies to a point where he can no longer keep up to he stops, stands up and kicks the chair over.

Breathing at an excessive rate Cervello stares at the chair enraged. As he composes himself, he tightens his tie and checks his blazer is straight and buttoned up.

Cervello spins around flexes, stretches and takes a take breath through his nostrils.

Music then begins to blare out and Cervello dances without any inhibition, as if he is in ecstasy and leaping around without a single care.

                   CERVELLO (V.O.)

          That moment.

Cervello is now reaching new levels of excitement and can hardly contain himself as his dancing gets more erratic and expressive.

                        CERVELLO (V.O.)

          When an idea hits you.

An old fashioned light bulb is shown off and then sparking on.

There is someone in shower whose eyes are closed as the water pours down on them. They then open their eyes and swing their hands to their head and gasp.

There is an EXCITED MAN dashing through an empty, desolate street shouting.

                   EXCITED MAN

          Eureka!

An apple is dropped by someone on a ladder and smashes on the ground

Someone strikes a fire starter and sparks erupt off it.

Cervello is still dancing in great excitement and flicks up the chair with his foot.

Cervello then begins to parade around the chair with a bounce in his step

                   CERVELLO (V.O)

          Is unlike any other.

A YOUNG HANDSOME MAN, an attractive blonde guy, in his early 20’s, is in his own little world and has his head hanging down until he sees the feet of the BEAUTIFUL LADY a few paces away.

The Young Handsome Man then stops suddenly in his tracks.

He starts to very slowly; raise his gaze from the Beautiful Lady’s feet, up her legs, onto her torso and her chest.

The Young Handsome Man then locks eyes with the Beautiful Lady and they smile awkwardly at each other.

As they realise they are staring at each other, they avert their gazes in embarrassment.

Then as they look up and smile at each other again the Young Handsome Man and the Beautiful Lady walk towards each other.

                    YOUNG HANDSOME MAN

          Hi.

                    BEAUTIFUL WOMAN

          Hi.

They stare at each other longingly.

FADE OUT:

Cervello is attempting to dance with some fancy footwork to the music but is failing miserably.

It does not faze him and he continues to dance fervently.

                   CERVELLO (V.O)

It’s as if you have been possessed by a demon

A possessed girl leaps out of her bed in shock and begins to cackle.

The possessed girl gets fully out of her bed and drops to her knees and her cackle intensifies.

Cervello is now dripping in sweat and is forced to take a break after a final leap and flurry.

Cervello is panting as sweat drips off his hair and is bent over with his hands on his knees in exasperation.

                   CERVELLO (V.O.)

          Who pokes your heart with his trident.

A man dressed in a very unconvincing devil costume is smirking as he throws his plastic trident into the ground.

As the trident hits the floor it shatters on the floor.

The man is holds his stomach and laughs silently.

The man proceeds to trample the pieces of the trident with his feet.

Cervello is still bent over exasperated and takes one large breath in and swallows it.

Cervello, with sweat still streaming off him, stares into the distance and begins to calm. His breaths become shallower as he fixes his concentration.

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A Blast From My Blogging Past: On Acquiescent Shores

I've decided to start a new blog post where I resurface material I wrote on past, more unsuccessful, blogs and to rebirth it on here! Do not worry however, I'm not just recycling material onto here in a desperate attempt to get more posts. These are pieces which I have continued to work on and draft, so what you are seeing is my latest, most refined version of that piece. I will likely continue to work and change these pieces for they are ones I'm very picky with and still haven't found a place where I'm completely satisfied with them yet. I feel it's a great opportunity to see some work I have worked heavily on, instead of some of the rawer stuff you usually get on here.

So, without further hesitation I hope you enjoy this post!

An image; blurred and abstract swam into my vision; detached from all around it. With every blink it underwent a metamorphosis, continually warping its form into series of undiscernable images which ebbed and flowed, fluidly, from reality to obscurity. The image began to suddenly divide, becoming more erratic as my blinking quickened, breathing hastened and lips quivered. My senses became overwhelmed and my soul overstimulated as I struggled to comprehend the marvel which lay before me. Then, in a flash the image collapsed on itself and formed into a perfect cocoon, which, for the second it remained, throbbed with a beautiful energy, entrancing and hypnotizing me in a transient state. Within a mere moment the cocoons equilibrium became overpowered by its own unrivaled, inner force and exploded with exponential energy into the consummate void. As my body incinerated in its purifying release I felt I could see its heart, it's soul, beating black to its funeral march.

***

I stood in front of a beach, where sand grains shone like fragments of gold and the ocean stretched endlessly towards the horizons. I felt an insatiable pull come over me, which propelled me both in mind and body to merge with the ocean. For how the waters shone like sapphires and let the suns rays skirt upon its surface into a brilliant spectrum of prismatic light which beamed wondrously into the atmosphere, illuminating the opalescent clouds above.

As my feet merged with the smooth sand beneath me I could its warm embrace willing me to dig deeper into it and to let it envelop me in its warm, welcoming casket. Soon my mind became enveloped by the world around me and the beautiful vista I had been transported to. My mind seemed to melt life the foamy surf upon the shore, as I closed my eyes and took the salty winds into my lungs. How the air flowed through my body, and cleansed me of my impurities! I felt the refreshing numbness of exclusion grip me as the world itself seemed to drift away and leave me in absolute clarity. When I let the air flood out of my nostrils and rejoin the coastal breeze I felt all my burdens float away in a powerful gust, as if I was Aeolus propelling Odysseus back to Ithaca.

Upon the reopening of my eyes I was greeted by blurry sand dunes which concealed the world beyond it and locked me within these acquiescent shores. As the ocean whispered like the seductive siren, I felt the impulse to immerse myself with its idyllic waters possess me again, so that I could rid my mind of lingering, worldly distractions which hung in the recesses of my mind, and turn it to purer, greater thoughts. I knew as the temptation grew within me that I would soon be gripped by an unstoppable urge to emerge myself into the oceanic depths before me.

I'm Back!

Yes, it's true my essay is done and I have managed to write some material in the free time I've forged for myself so that you gorgeous people have some material to peruse again. In fact I'm so happy that I'm able to focus on my writing again that today you are going to be inundated with posts! I'm planning to do three or four posts alone today. So, very exciting news indeed.
I'd like to thank you for your patience and continued support throughout. This blog really drives me to be creative and to proactive in my writing. I feel that through this I'm making significant improvements on my writing skills and getting a little better each day.

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Tock

This is a single stanza of poetry I managed to conjure up today and felt like you might enjoy a bit of Spenserian style poetry! 

I do have plans to expand this for I'm extremely pleased with the results so far and believe it could make for a wonderful piece.

You- reader:

                        Believed that there on the platform

my gaze was glued; on the hands of the round clock,

Which pierced, like halberds, and penetrated: as if to inform,

me of my vain attempt to try and lock

myself away from the cemetery and coffins knock.

As they lay, lifeless in the circular pantheon, who

can say that the clock’s numbers are not taking stock?

The guillotine falls on every minute as if to

accentuate the care free luggage, and my journey, en lieu.

Update: Where's the Material...

So I thought I would explain the apparent lack of material that I'm producing as of late. At the moment I'm currently in the midst of writing an essay for my university course which is pretty much consuming all my manpower at the moment but I'm hoping to hand it in by next Wednesday so we can have some more material here on the blog.
I'm very inspired by the works of Keats, Byron and Pope at the moment so you can definitely expect some poetry to come along soon when I have the time to sit down and do it. I also itching to do some music reviews and have two albums lined up which I cannot wait to do.
So even if this week has been much like rainfall in an arid desert in terms of writing you can expect quite a bit of material (hopefully) to start coming through late next week.
As always thank you to all my supporters and people who read this, you're what drives me to do this.

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Mesmer's Mist: The Electric Odyssey

The Mesmer's Mist is actually part of a song I decided to write the other day after being inspired by Alexander Pope's form of mock epic poetry. I'm hoping to write a whole album using this form of mock epic set in modern times which will be called the 'The Electric Odyssey'. I thought it would be interesting just post my attempt at using heroic couplets and to see how people respond to it.

A quick last note is that this song is incomplete and will have much more to it yet and I expect to rewrite it about 100 times yet!

Once, there was a child born

Into a violent broken home.

Lazarus, was this heroes name

And he would rise, to epic, uncharted fame.

Even if, the voices in the street

Kicked him about like a piece of meat:

His sword of words would arise

And make the thugs howl in cries,

“Lazarus, you fool don’t you see

The pointless nature of your folly.

You’re weak and no-one cares for you,

Why don’t you accept it as true”?

As Lazarus’ tears stained the grass

The thugs they began to amass:

Flexing their legs and readying their fists,

Lazarus prayed for mesmer’s mist

To descended and save him from certain doom.

Which as the seconds passed seemed to loom,

And propel him towards a gritty fate,

But then a light; not to late,

Beamed down from heavens and his prayer,

To release poor Lazarus from his nightmare.

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