writing

the main thing…


“That celluloid, the actual film that runs through the camera, is dead. That’s gone, and now digital is here. But storytelling with cinema never will die–ever, ever, ever. The way stories are told may change, but it will always be.” David Lynch

 

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story, it’s the most important thing in any creative process. you have to convince people to care about the artistic endeavor. from painting to film, to music, people have to connect with what you are feeling or experiencing. that can be something simple or complex. it’s why people who have no interest in sports watch the Olympics. NBC has become great at telling the stories that go along with the games, and that is what draws viewers and compels them to root for the underdog or the favorite. same is true for shows like American Idol. it’s not about the music as much as it is about the hard luck story of the contestant who is struggling to make it in the music biz.

my favorite Academy Awards are the acting awards followed by the screenplay awards. i think performances and writing are the true test of a beautiful film. in essence, the best original screenplay or best adapted screenplay is an important award to me. i love great writing and great interpretation of that writing. if a movie is nominated for best picture, and doesn’t have any acting nominees, or it isn’t nominated for screenplay, then i question it’s validity. there are nine best picture nominees, but between original and adapted there are 10 nominees for screenplays, so I believe that if you have a Best Picture nomination, then you should also have a Best Screenplay nomination.

story is what drives everything. even in our ever present, day-to-day doings. we have to live a bigger story than the meager existence that many of us call life. who are you compelling with your story? how can our stories impact others? how can our stories impact the world?  what story are you living today? would a movie of your life be nominated?

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on writing…


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Give me a good script, and I’ll be a hundred times better as a director.

George Cukor

I read somewhere that David Mamet said there are no good actors, only good scripts. fitting coming from a playwright. i believe there are good actors. great interpreters, but i also believe they have to have great words to speak. i’ve seen so many great actors in plays and movies alike be horribly under-utilized and the limitations had to do completely with the story and the script.

so i say to all of you that write. write well. and i will say to all of you that act and direct, interpret well. the world needs better stories and better performances.

“We don’t read and write poetry because it’s cute. We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race. And the human race is filled with passion. And medicine, law, business, engineering, these are noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life. But poetry, beauty, romance, love, these are what we stay alive for. To quote from Whitman, “O me! O life!… of the questions of these recurring; of the endless trains of the faithless… of cities filled with the foolish; what good amid these, O me, O life?” Answer. That you are here – that life exists, and identity; that the powerful play goes on and you may contribute a verse. That the powerful play *goes on* and you may contribute a verse. What will your verse be?”  John Keating-Dead Poets Society

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that’s me blowing the dust off of this blog…

i almost feel a sense of guilt that i neglect writing here regularly. i fancy myself a writer, but don’t write here often enough.  sure, i journal and throw off the occasional song lyric or poem, but i don’t write very much for enjoyment or even to inform anymore.  i keep promising myself that i’m going to get back to it. being in the turmoil of the last year, who could blame me for not writing. i should write though, the things that are welling up inside of me should be put to page and blog. i guess i’ve struggled with it. should make a deal with myself to write here…. even if no one reads it.  so i’m going to try and shake out the cobwebs, click my pen and get to writing.

a poem…


Depth,  Height, Width

None can separate me from Your love

These things that are finite can’t touch the infinite

That which is measurable attempting to contain that which is not

No box can hold, no chain can bind

That which is so great that my feeble brain can’t even begin to understand, feel, relate

I can only stand here and let the wave of Your grace

Overwhelm me

Consume me

Recreate and change me

I AM LOVED

by Chuck Harris