Check out a quick glimpse of last summer's Cannes Film Festival:
http://vimeo.com/36091217
Thursday, 2 February 2012
Monday, 9 January 2012
Wales Visitation by Allen Ginsberg
White fog lifting & falling on mountain-brow
Trees moving in rivers of wind
The clouds arise
as on a wave, gigantic eddy lifting mist
above teeming ferns exquisitely swayed
along a green crag
glimpsed thru mullioned glass in valley raine-
Bardic, O Self, Visitacione, tell naught
but what seen by one man in a vale in Albion,
of the folk, whose physical sciences end in Ecology,
the wisdom of earthly relations,
of mouths & eyes interknit ten centuries visible
orchards of mind language manifest human,
of the satanic thistle that raises its horned symmetry
flowering above sister grass-daisies' pink tiny
bloomlets angelic as lightbulbs-
Remember 160 miles from London's symmetrical thorned tower
& network of TV pictures flashing bearded your Self
the lambs on the tree-nooked hillside this day bleating
heard in Blake's old ear, & the silent thought of Wordsworth in eld
Stillness
clouds passing through skeleton arches of Tintern Abbey-
Bard Nameless as the Vast, babble to Vastness!
All the valley quivered, one extended motion, wind
undulating on mossy hills
a giant wash that sank white fog delicately down red runnels
on the mountainside
whose leaf-branch tendrils moved asway
in granitic undertow down-
and lifted the floating Nebulous upward, and lifted the arms of the trees
and lifted the grasses an instant in balance
and lifted the lambs to hold still
and lifted the green of the hill, in one solemn wave
A solid mass of Heaven, mist-infused, ebs thru the vale,
a wavelet of Immensity, lapping gigantic through Llanthony Valley,
the length of all England, valley upon valley under Heaven's ocean
tonned with cloud-hang,
-Heaven balanced on a grassblade.
Roar of the mountain wind slow, sigh of the body,
One Being on the mountainside stirring gently
Exquisite scales trembling everywhere in balance,
one motion thru the cloudy sky-floor shifting on the million feet of
daisies
one Majesty the motion that stirred wet grass quivering
to the farthest tendril of white fog poured down
through shivering flowers on themountain's head-
No imperfection in the budded mountain,
Valleys breathe, heaven and earth move together,
daisies push inches of yellow air, vegetables tremble,
grass shimmers green
sheep speckle the mountainside, revolving their jaws with empty eyes,
horses dance in the warm rain,
tree-lined canals network live farmland,
blueberries fringe stone walls on hawthorn'd hills,
pheasants croak on meadows haired with fern-
Out, out on the hillside, into the ocean sound, into delicate gusts of wet
air,
Fall on the ground, O great Wetness, O Mother, No harm on your body!
Stare close, no imperfection in the grass,
each flower Buddha-eye, repeating the story,
myriad-formed-
Kneel before the foxglove raising green buds, mauve bells drooped
doubled down the stem trembling antennae,
& look in the eyes of the branded lambs that stare
breathing stockstill under dripping hawthorn-
I lay down mixing my beardwith the wet hair of the mountainside,
smelling the brown vagina-moist ground, harmless,
tasting the violet thistle-hair, sweetness-
One being so balanced, so vast, that its softest breath
moves every floweret in the stillness of thevalley floor,
trembles lamb-hair hung gossamer rain-beaded in the grass,
lifts trees on their roots, birds in the great draught
hiding their strength in the rain, bearing same weight,
Groan thru breast and neck, a great Oh! to earth heart
Calling our Prescence together
The great secret is no secret
Senses fit the winds,
Visible is visible,
rain-mist curtains wave through the bearded vale,
gray atoms wet the wind's kabbala
Crosslegged on a rock in dusk rain,
rubber booted in soft grass, mind moveless,
breath trembles in white daisies by the roadside,
Heaven breath and my own symmetric
Airs wavering thru antlered green fern
drawn in my navel, same breath as breathes thru Capel-Y-Ffn,
Sounds of Aleph and Aum
through forests of gristle,
my skull and Lord Hereford's Knob equal,
All Albion one.
Trees moving in rivers of wind
The clouds arise
as on a wave, gigantic eddy lifting mist
above teeming ferns exquisitely swayed
along a green crag
glimpsed thru mullioned glass in valley raine-
Bardic, O Self, Visitacione, tell naught
but what seen by one man in a vale in Albion,
of the folk, whose physical sciences end in Ecology,
the wisdom of earthly relations,
of mouths & eyes interknit ten centuries visible
orchards of mind language manifest human,
of the satanic thistle that raises its horned symmetry
flowering above sister grass-daisies' pink tiny
bloomlets angelic as lightbulbs-
Remember 160 miles from London's symmetrical thorned tower
& network of TV pictures flashing bearded your Self
the lambs on the tree-nooked hillside this day bleating
heard in Blake's old ear, & the silent thought of Wordsworth in eld
Stillness
clouds passing through skeleton arches of Tintern Abbey-
Bard Nameless as the Vast, babble to Vastness!
All the valley quivered, one extended motion, wind
undulating on mossy hills
a giant wash that sank white fog delicately down red runnels
on the mountainside
whose leaf-branch tendrils moved asway
in granitic undertow down-
and lifted the floating Nebulous upward, and lifted the arms of the trees
and lifted the grasses an instant in balance
and lifted the lambs to hold still
and lifted the green of the hill, in one solemn wave
A solid mass of Heaven, mist-infused, ebs thru the vale,
a wavelet of Immensity, lapping gigantic through Llanthony Valley,
the length of all England, valley upon valley under Heaven's ocean
tonned with cloud-hang,
-Heaven balanced on a grassblade.
Roar of the mountain wind slow, sigh of the body,
One Being on the mountainside stirring gently
Exquisite scales trembling everywhere in balance,
one motion thru the cloudy sky-floor shifting on the million feet of
daisies
one Majesty the motion that stirred wet grass quivering
to the farthest tendril of white fog poured down
through shivering flowers on themountain's head-
No imperfection in the budded mountain,
Valleys breathe, heaven and earth move together,
daisies push inches of yellow air, vegetables tremble,
grass shimmers green
sheep speckle the mountainside, revolving their jaws with empty eyes,
horses dance in the warm rain,
tree-lined canals network live farmland,
blueberries fringe stone walls on hawthorn'd hills,
pheasants croak on meadows haired with fern-
Out, out on the hillside, into the ocean sound, into delicate gusts of wet
air,
Fall on the ground, O great Wetness, O Mother, No harm on your body!
Stare close, no imperfection in the grass,
each flower Buddha-eye, repeating the story,
myriad-formed-
Kneel before the foxglove raising green buds, mauve bells drooped
doubled down the stem trembling antennae,
& look in the eyes of the branded lambs that stare
breathing stockstill under dripping hawthorn-
I lay down mixing my beardwith the wet hair of the mountainside,
smelling the brown vagina-moist ground, harmless,
tasting the violet thistle-hair, sweetness-
One being so balanced, so vast, that its softest breath
moves every floweret in the stillness of thevalley floor,
trembles lamb-hair hung gossamer rain-beaded in the grass,
lifts trees on their roots, birds in the great draught
hiding their strength in the rain, bearing same weight,
Groan thru breast and neck, a great Oh! to earth heart
Calling our Prescence together
The great secret is no secret
Senses fit the winds,
Visible is visible,
rain-mist curtains wave through the bearded vale,
gray atoms wet the wind's kabbala
Crosslegged on a rock in dusk rain,
rubber booted in soft grass, mind moveless,
breath trembles in white daisies by the roadside,
Heaven breath and my own symmetric
Airs wavering thru antlered green fern
drawn in my navel, same breath as breathes thru Capel-Y-Ffn,
Sounds of Aleph and Aum
through forests of gristle,
my skull and Lord Hereford's Knob equal,
All Albion one.
Wednesday, 7 December 2011
Hollywood: The Brat Pack Maestros
COPPOLA, SCORSESE, LUCAS & SPIELBERG
4 of the most prolific and definitive filmmakers the Cinematic universe has ever seen: Aside from Mr.Scorsese (due to his recent success)... Coppola, Lucas and Spielberg have garnered fervent criticism and countless box office flops - Is this the beginning of the end for Cinema's most revered patrons?
4 of the most prolific and definitive filmmakers the Cinematic universe has ever seen: Aside from Mr.Scorsese (due to his recent success)... Coppola, Lucas and Spielberg have garnered fervent criticism and countless box office flops - Is this the beginning of the end for Cinema's most revered patrons?
These four great men have accomplished a tremendous amount in Cinema; the problem however being that expectations have now mounted to an unprecedented level. You can’t fairly cast such criticisms without addressing; what modern audiences want and what studio systems are willing to back...
A chasm has lingered in Cinema ever since the early 80′s – where the emphasis switched from delivering poignant and progressive art, to lucrative, high concept blockbusters – Of course, there are still myriad diamonds rooted amid this rough, but I feel it’s fair to say that artistic merit has remained a peripheral goal.
Thus, the burden doesn’t necessarily harbour in the palm of filmmakers, but the direction in which Cinema has lead us.
Crucially to this discussion, seldom would I group these four filmmakers together. Scorsese and Coppola I would say are the more artistically motivated auteurs, where as Lucas and Spielberg are unequivocally box office churners. Therefore, their ‘success’ (however you determine this) or lack of it, spawn from conflicting areas.
Filmmaking is a magical occurrence – just because one has a track record for genius, doesn’t mean to suggest that this is sustainable by any stretch of the imagination (history is littered with floundering genius's)
There will never really be a recipe for success in Cinema. The industry is forever changing; these four excelled during the peak of the American 'New Wave' movement – however since this artistic demise, Coppola for one (who I feel is at his element when he’s far removed from commercial works) has suffered; his artistic attempts (however much people dismiss them) have flopped - it's difficult to regain momentum after this.
I feel that Lucas doesn’t have the stomach to really flourish for the long haul and I suppose it's hard to upstage the most successful film saga of all time.
Spielberg’s enduring success has now fashioned farcical budgeting; too arduous to make a return (how his success is monitored)
&
Scorsese: the more eminent filmmaker. Perhaps this then is testament to his increasing ability to be able to please both sets of audiences, demonstratively making him the most complete filmmaker; one of the greats of all time.
Cinema is an ineffable and highly subjective entity; thus, it's fair to say: pleasing everyone is an impossibility.
And in any event, the baton has passed down to a new age of filmmakers & artists. These four men prevailed at the heights of their youth, where they had a greater propensity to push the boundaries, challenge form and unplug the system. Now, in the latter stages of their careers and with Hollywood already conquered, the spark and / or thirst for experimentation which previously defined their prodigious talent.. may have been relented by the breeze of time.
And so, a new age of cinema beckons: expect forthcoming greatness.
And in any event, the baton has passed down to a new age of filmmakers & artists. These four men prevailed at the heights of their youth, where they had a greater propensity to push the boundaries, challenge form and unplug the system. Now, in the latter stages of their careers and with Hollywood already conquered, the spark and / or thirst for experimentation which previously defined their prodigious talent.. may have been relented by the breeze of time.
And so, a new age of cinema beckons: expect forthcoming greatness.
Saturday, 26 November 2011
New Music Video
Nicolo Antonio Abis's debut single: ''Two-Lane Love'' coming soon.
Produced by Christopher Brown & Will Rae Smith
Keep your eye on the prize.
Produced by Christopher Brown & Will Rae Smith
Keep your eye on the prize.
Saturday, 12 November 2011
Notions floating in a bubble
The universe of love: seldom squandered or denied, but fed to each and every starving heart that dances in unison to Earth's joyous rhythm.
Friday, 4 November 2011
Wednesday, 5 October 2011
Brighton Cinecity Film Festival: She Don't Look Back
Good day folks. For those who are yet to see 'She Don't Look Back', the Film will be having its last ever Screening at this years 'Brighton Cinecity Film Festival'. For a last chance to catch the Film, here are the details:
Brighton
BN1 3PA
Above the Grand Central bar
Opposite Brighton Train Station
26th November: 14.45pm
'She Don't Look Back' (2011)
Directed by: Christopher Brown
We hope to see you all there!
Stay Gold
THE NIGHTINGALE THEATRE
29-30 Surrey StreetBrighton
BN1 3PA
Above the Grand Central bar
Opposite Brighton Train Station
26th November: 14.45pm
'She Don't Look Back' (2011)
Directed by: Christopher Brown
We hope to see you all there!
Stay Gold
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