Yes, please.
Two girls singing about death on a roof is more than I could ask for from this day. It’s a wrap.
My movie is born first in my head, dies on paper; is resuscitated by the living persons and real objects I use, which are killed on film but, placed in a certain order and projected on to a screen, come to life again like flowers in water.
(Source: the-soft-skin)
And once, far-travelled in such mood, beyond
The reach of common indication, lost
Amid the moving pageant, I was smitten
Abruptly, with the view (a sight not rare)
Of a blind Beggar, who, with upright face,
Stood, propped against a wall, upon his chest
Wearing a written paper, to explain
His story, whence he came, and who he was.
Caught by the spectacle my mind turned round
As with the might of waters; an apt type
This label seemed of the utmost we can know,
Both of ourselves and of the universe;
And, on the shape of that unmoving man,
His fixed face and sightless eyes, I looked,
As if admonished from another world.
-From The Prelude, William Wordsworth
INTERVIEWER: Technology is all very well but it will never replace…?
STEPHEN FRY: Larkspurs, delphiniums, pussy willow, catkin, sloes, tree frogs, the transit of Venus, the laughter of children, frosty breath, the tufted saxifrage and the shining spleenwort (that’s one of yours - asplenium oblongifolium)…
When a dog runs at you, whistle for him.
Well, we work on topics for a really long time, so the litmus test for topic choosing, at least for me, is to ask some basic question like: do I love this idea? Like really love it? Would I marry this idea? Would I stick by this idea even if it got a terminal illness and became ugly and deformed?
As for what makes me fall in love to begin with: usually it has something to do with finding those “universe in a blade of a grass” moments. A moment in a story where an average person, just living their life runs smack into a Big Idea. It’s that collision that gives rise to the show.
