April 20, 2008

PAIN - Final Cut

Like I said last week, instead of creating a third sector partitioned into three segments for Healing, I decided to make it one clip with steadier, brighter and longer shots. The stability of the ending is supposed to symbolize the stability of being healed and de-framing the pain. I chose the hectic breakdown from The Great Destroyer because though it may not seem like a serene, healed soundtrack, it symbolizes how effortless and limitless being free of pain is.

The Healing poem is more of a prose poem; it's free-flowing and less structured compared to the first six poems. Since pain is a debilitating frame, its heft is represented by the structure of the first poems and the quicker cuts of the film.

Most of the footage is representative of the type of pain or healing that it accompanies. I tried to show running themes of the hospital and entrapment during the first six parts, while adding a few things in here and there (ex. the circular motion of the relationships part was supposed to symbolize how we'd go in circles arguing). Journeys were prevalent as well, with many being unending or having an ending that isn't desired (back to the hospital). Hope you enjoy!

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March 31, 2008

Pit(y) - Falls

I was never good enough.
I just couldn't cut it.
In my mission to accomplish something
True and good,
I falter and recoil back to selfishness,
Though the label isn't placed by me.

Isn't it all implied?
I strove to widen my mind -
Enhance and rewind.
Decisions remind me why
Not one intended emotion can fly.

Buried in lies,
What a surprise;
I can't chastise, or even decide.
I never fit; I never will.

I've been smothered, not built.
Then bruised, they get their fill.

But "egocentric" is pity enough;
I only worry about me.
My life shall be sacrificed.
Martyrdom's tough -
I take off in the unknown sea.

Back to my island
Where no one will wonder
What one cancer patient,
Soaked in too much emotion,
And misunderstood,

Did with his fragmented future,
His tormented night.
They claim I isolate them
But the backwards is right.

-

Falls, she falls.
I see her fall.
While others leap and physically crawl,
Aloof to proof that there's no hope at all,
She's stalled; she falls.

Unfocus here.
Don't tread on hurt.
Welcome the wonder of a life uncertain,
Yet sustained through laughs,
Happiness, and the breadth of living.

The health will come and crush the hurt.
If mental strings unravel
To welcome in the rush -
Living outside of framed pain,
A tale to death's dark hush.

The physical will cover
The necessary ground.
All exits open,
Bound become boundless
And fly without hitting the ground.
Fly without -
Hitting -
the ground.
Fly
Without (hitting the...)
... Falling.

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