Friday, September 25, 2009
Thursday, September 17, 2009
Here is an interesting article in The Village Voice I find to be worthy of much discussion. Give it a read, and read the comments that have been going on, as well. Then let's get some discussion going on here.
Much thanks to Jeffrey Overstreet over at Filmwell for bringing the article to my attention.
Tuesday, September 15, 2009
The wonder and beauty of a child is a most profound thing. Light upon light. Between all that is and all that has been and all that will become. What will you become, little bird? Where will your wings take you? Will your eyes behold the glory of the coming of the Lord? Will you smile that smile of your mothers? Laugh like your father on a silly day? Tell me, what will your hands create? What songs will you sing? What poems will you write? What love will you give? What love will you receive? What beauty will you bring to this world?
Oh, your father has so many questions, little bird. So many questions in such a big, big world. So many days, so many ways. Which way will you go? Which way will you go?
But, until then, let's you and I keep watch Under the Bamboo Tree.
(Photo by Justin Schwartz)
Friday, September 11, 2009
This morning, an average morning with nothing eventful at play, I found myself in a fog of sorts, my mind clouded by the days pressing chores, the days demand for my heart and mind. And though I often find I am able to navigate my way through the hazy wood of life, there are those times when the view simply becomes too obscured, and I find that I feel I have lost my way.
It is in those moments, though, with vision impaired, I must learn to cry out to my ears for sight. But how to hear, in a world polluted with noise? Well, strange though it may seem, and unorthodox for sure, a little hedgehog might help to show the way - teach me to listen and to be not afraid.
Thursday, September 10, 2009
If I kept a diary, it might read something like this:
Today I found myself thinking about more things than I could process - cutting the ice storm afflicted branch from the old apple tree, what makes a person an "artist", why do we over complicate our lives with "stuff", I don't really like the film industry, wish we didn't have to deal with taxes, can't wait for Emma's first dance lessons, why are so many people pissed about Obama addressing school kids about the value of education, I need to clean my office, I hope my wife knows how much I really love her, it was strange talking to grandma the other day, her memory seems to be going fast, do I really need to blog, why do I regret not going to college, if I only had one film to make, what would it be, what am I going to be like as an old man, will I even live to be an old man...
Then this piece of beauty comes along to jog my mind, remind me of who I am, what I long to be, keep me on the path.
Life is truly poetry, cinema the eye. We must never turn our gaze from her. Let us wait and watch, capture life in picture, in praise, in poem.
"Think of these pages as graffiti maybe, and where I have scratched up in a public place my longings and loves, my grievances and indecencies, be reminded in private of your own. In that way, at least, we can hold a kind of converse." -Frederick Buechner
And now some words from my favorite filmmaker, Andrei Tarkovsky.