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Director Chris Milk has found a perfect way to memorialize one of Johnny Cash’s last songs “Ain’t No Grave”. Through this interactive website, participants may drawn their own portrait of Johnny Cash to be integrated to a collective whole. As people all over the world contribute, the project will continue to evolve and grow, one frame at a time
Today’s guest post is from David Brendel.
I was walking down 6th avenue Saturday morning past the IFC Theater and overheard some guy bitching about the ticket price: “$12.50?!? Are you fucking kidding me? Whatever happened to matinees? They got matinees at the AMC.” Whether or not he was right, it wasn’t the cashier’s fault, who was taking the brunt of the rant.
I paused to eavesdrop, and to read the blown-up review of “Daddy Long Legs,” the story of an irresponsible, abrasive father who sounded a lot like the guy grumbling at the cashier. The crank proceeded to buy a ticket to “Daddy Long Legs,” and I followed suit.
Film Forum showed this trailer before the restored print of METROPOLIS. When it was done, the nine year old young man next to me turned to me and said “That was a good trailer”. He knows of what he speaks. And thus how little we have traveled. Fifty years is the age of Godard’s BREATHLESS and it still feels fresh even to an innocent’s eyes. And for that matter, METROPOLIS totally stood up and got the approved stamp of “exciting” from both my son and his friend.Tweet
For a film not yet shot, Neither The Veil Nor The Four Walls, is a beautiful website, and one that we can be expected to be an inspiration for many other websites. It’s got a great crowdfunding mechanism, clean simple design, easy navigation, and all the critical information you want.
Somebody sent me a nice note Marian Evans sent me a nice note about it, but I forget who, but truly, thanks!Tweet
if it doesn't come bursting out of you in spite of everything, don't do it. unless it comes unasked out of your heart and your mind and your mouth and your gut, don't do it. if you have to sit for hours staring at your computer screen or hunched over your typewriter searching for words, don't do it. if you're doing it for money or fame, don't do it. if you're doing it because you want women in your bed, don't do it. if you have to sit there and rewrite it again and again, don't do it. if it's hard work just thinking about doing it, don't do it. if you're trying to write like somebody else, forget about it. if you have to wait for it to roar out of you, then wait patiently. if it never does roar out of you, do something else. if you first have to read it to your wife or your girlfriend or your boyfriend or your parents or to anybody at all, you're not ready. don't be like so many writers, don't be like so many thousands of people who call themselves writers, don't be dull and boring and pretentious, don't be consumed with self- love. the libraries of the world have yawned themselves to sleep over your kind. don't add to that. don't do it. unless it comes out of your soul like a rocket, unless being still would drive you to madness or suicide or murder, don't do it. unless the sun inside you is burning your gut, don't do it. when it is truly time, and if you have been chosen, it will do it by itself and it will keep on doing it until you die or it dies in you. there is no other way. and there never was.
Thanks to Dan McGuire and Poets.org