Why, why must you fight?
Daddy, daddy,
Why can't you treat mommy right?
You fight everyday and everywhere,
About daddy having an affair.
Both of you always disagree,
Daddy, please, don't leave me.
Mommy doesn't mean what she's saying,
There's no need for you to split.
Daddy, don't you still love me?
Please, why can't you say you're sorry?
Daddy, don't pack your things.
Mommy, please, don't take off your ring.
Is this the end of it all?
Why does this family have to take a fall?
Daddy, mommy, can't you hear me?
I'm crying because I love you two
And please stop shouting and stop this argue.
Monday, November 30, 2009
Wednesday, November 25, 2009
'Sticks and Stones break brittle bones' by Lauren Gauge
Brittle bones echo little groans,
now my stepping stones lead me:
round and round the garden like a drunken mare.
Drunk with vengeance.
Spitting sticks and stones to break your little bones.
Inside, my caged body bare.
I paced my mind and found it rocking in a chair.
Creek, creek, chamber bleak.
My arms ridden with your children
and their beatless bodies stare.
I warned you all, creep out of my world.
tip toe away, drown in my pool of sanctuary,
let my presence make you sway.
Feed on my breast no more;
parasites I wed and bore.
now my stepping stones lead me:
round and round the garden like a drunken mare.
Drunk with vengeance.
Spitting sticks and stones to break your little bones.
Inside, my caged body bare.
I paced my mind and found it rocking in a chair.
Creek, creek, chamber bleak.
My arms ridden with your children
and their beatless bodies stare.
I warned you all, creep out of my world.
tip toe away, drown in my pool of sanctuary,
let my presence make you sway.
Feed on my breast no more;
parasites I wed and bore.
Tuesday, November 24, 2009
I Cannot Sleep - Unit Six Poem
I cannot sleep. The floorboards creak intermittently. A kitchen drawer opens then closes. A fork clangs against a knife.
I cannot sleep. A mirror shatters into broken fragments. A kitchen drawer opens then closes. The stairs groan under weight.
I cannot sleep. The doorknob squeaks as it is turned. A kitchen drawer opens then closes. The bright naked light seeps into my room as the door is opened.
I cannot sleep. Its Mummy. Mummy doesn't look like Mummy.
I cannot wake.
I cannot sleep. A mirror shatters into broken fragments. A kitchen drawer opens then closes. The stairs groan under weight.
I cannot sleep. The doorknob squeaks as it is turned. A kitchen drawer opens then closes. The bright naked light seeps into my room as the door is opened.
I cannot sleep. Its Mummy. Mummy doesn't look like Mummy.
I cannot wake.
My Hand
(Revised lyrics)
Please, don't pull at my hand too hard
It like me is fragile and breaking
Why aren't you taking
me
Please keep a strong hold on my hand
It's bruised and sore like my heart
But we've still got to part
Haven't we
Please don't loose your grip, on my Hand
It like me is fragile and breaking
Why aren't you taking
me
Possible speech
some text that could be used in the same way the arguement between rosie and dan happens.
Messenger: Medea! Get away, escape! Oh, what a thing to do! What an unholy, horrible thing! Take ship, or chariot. Any means you can but escape!
Medea: Why should I escape?
Messenger: She’s dead – the princess, and her father Creon too, they’re both dead, by your poisons.
Medea: Your news is excellent. I count you from today my friend and benefactor.
Messenger: What? Are you sane, or raving mad? When you’ve committed this hideous crime against the royal house, you’re glad at hearing it? Do you not tremble at such things?
Medea: I could make suitable reply to that, my friend. But take your time now; tell me, how id they die? You’ll give me double pleasure if their death was horrible.
Messenger: Medea! Get away, escape! Oh, what a thing to do! What an unholy, horrible thing! Take ship, or chariot. Any means you can but escape!
Medea: Why should I escape?
Messenger: She’s dead – the princess, and her father Creon too, they’re both dead, by your poisons.
Medea: Your news is excellent. I count you from today my friend and benefactor.
Messenger: What? Are you sane, or raving mad? When you’ve committed this hideous crime against the royal house, you’re glad at hearing it? Do you not tremble at such things?
Medea: I could make suitable reply to that, my friend. But take your time now; tell me, how id they die? You’ll give me double pleasure if their death was horrible.
Unit 6 Poetry
Unit 6:
The King of C and the Princess are murdered by the gifts. In the final act of revenge, the woman murders her children.
‘Hush precious’ devised by The Poets.
Hush precious. I‘m here, it’s time to drift off to sleep. So I shut my eyes, held my breath, swallowed the swelling mound of saliva gathering underneath my tongue and let my flesh soften on my bones, melting in her arms. Your dreams will comfort you. You’ll live forever in your dreams. Go, and sleep forever, never to wake up from that deep sleep of yours. Remember the good, forget the bad and live in purity, precious purity. Heavy eyes, heavy head, sending you to your heaven’s bed.
‘Mummy’s hurting me’ devised by The Poets.
Mummy’s hurting me. Her eyes look red and sore. Surprises me that mummy’s in pain too, no glistening blade in her bodies core. Her warm touch traded for cold steel, her sweet smile becomes a fierce lock of teeth. Arms open as if for an embrace. As she comes nearer, out comes that cold blade glistening in the light of the room. Her eyes speak a thousand words; a thousand words of pain and gloom. I know now mummy must take me to my eternal tomb. I trust mummy through my tears and pain. I live with her in memory- my life, my time, my name.
Taken from the original text the idea of Innocence forming the start of something very dark-
speech begins page 35:
decorated for a wedding
servants delighted, patted gold hair, shook hands, followed them to the princesses room- she turned away and furious to find them there(the children). Your husbands friends must be your friends too. For me. She saw finery and couldn’t resist. Snatched the gorgeous dress, giggling at the reflection of her tiara.
Prinked around the room in her little feet feet. Changed colour, staggered, shiver. Prayer. Her mouth froth was bubbling from her lips- eyes rolled back, colour drained. She lay mute. Raverged by a double torture: flame shot burning ghastly the soft dress began to feed. Shake off the halo- it clung, seared to the bone. Blood dripping from her head. The flesh gorged by the poison dribbled off her, like gum from a pined. We were witnesses. We’d learned.
Child poor child.
The corpses lie together child and father close. The release of tears he craved. Walking shadows that’s all we are.
A Perfect Circle: lyrics-“Don’t cry precious im here step away from the window and go back to sleep safe from pain fear truth and other poisioned devils cause they don’t give a fuck about you like i do.”
The King of C and the Princess are murdered by the gifts. In the final act of revenge, the woman murders her children.
‘Hush precious’ devised by The Poets.
Hush precious. I‘m here, it’s time to drift off to sleep. So I shut my eyes, held my breath, swallowed the swelling mound of saliva gathering underneath my tongue and let my flesh soften on my bones, melting in her arms. Your dreams will comfort you. You’ll live forever in your dreams. Go, and sleep forever, never to wake up from that deep sleep of yours. Remember the good, forget the bad and live in purity, precious purity. Heavy eyes, heavy head, sending you to your heaven’s bed.
‘Mummy’s hurting me’ devised by The Poets.
Mummy’s hurting me. Her eyes look red and sore. Surprises me that mummy’s in pain too, no glistening blade in her bodies core. Her warm touch traded for cold steel, her sweet smile becomes a fierce lock of teeth. Arms open as if for an embrace. As she comes nearer, out comes that cold blade glistening in the light of the room. Her eyes speak a thousand words; a thousand words of pain and gloom. I know now mummy must take me to my eternal tomb. I trust mummy through my tears and pain. I live with her in memory- my life, my time, my name.
Taken from the original text the idea of Innocence forming the start of something very dark-
speech begins page 35:
decorated for a wedding
servants delighted, patted gold hair, shook hands, followed them to the princesses room- she turned away and furious to find them there(the children). Your husbands friends must be your friends too. For me. She saw finery and couldn’t resist. Snatched the gorgeous dress, giggling at the reflection of her tiara.
Prinked around the room in her little feet feet. Changed colour, staggered, shiver. Prayer. Her mouth froth was bubbling from her lips- eyes rolled back, colour drained. She lay mute. Raverged by a double torture: flame shot burning ghastly the soft dress began to feed. Shake off the halo- it clung, seared to the bone. Blood dripping from her head. The flesh gorged by the poison dribbled off her, like gum from a pined. We were witnesses. We’d learned.
Child poor child.
The corpses lie together child and father close. The release of tears he craved. Walking shadows that’s all we are.
A Perfect Circle: lyrics-“Don’t cry precious im here step away from the window and go back to sleep safe from pain fear truth and other poisioned devils cause they don’t give a fuck about you like i do.”
Monday, November 23, 2009
Torso (Reprise for Unit Six)
As well as writing new material for Unit Six, I couldn't help thinking that the Torso poem in Unit One fitted well into Unit Six. In this reprise, I have written it from the child's point of view instead (I initially wrote it from the point of view of Medea/an adult point of view). Here goes...
Hack off my feet. Sever my hands.
Cut off my legs. Chop off my arms.
Slice my head from my shoulders and lay me on the ground.
You want revenge. You want him to hurt.
So stab at my heart; plunge your blade through my chest. Lower me to the ground and stand over what’s left.
Relish my body as it is. Your child’s body. Broken; dismantled. Alone. A torso.
Hack off my feet. Sever my hands.
Cut off my legs. Chop off my arms.
Slice my head from my shoulders and lay me on the ground.
You want revenge. You want him to hurt.
So stab at my heart; plunge your blade through my chest. Lower me to the ground and stand over what’s left.
Relish my body as it is. Your child’s body. Broken; dismantled. Alone. A torso.
An attempt at some poetry writing
I wrote this in a response to Unit six focusing on the harrowing effects Medea has on her children before she actually kills them. Hope you are all well xx
What would you say if I said you don’t care?
That you just rip and tear.
What would you do?
Yes. You.
You who doesn’t care.
Just stares.
Blankly.
I’m yelping. But you’re not helping.
Are you?
You make it worse.
You are the curse-
On me, on us.
In a blink from you I sink
Further.
Further.
All wrong. No song. No pretty, melodic song.
I’m gone.
We are gone.
Now.
What would you say if I said you don’t care?
That you just rip and tear.
What would you do?
Yes. You.
You who doesn’t care.
Just stares.
Blankly.
I’m yelping. But you’re not helping.
Are you?
You make it worse.
You are the curse-
On me, on us.
In a blink from you I sink
Further.
Further.
All wrong. No song. No pretty, melodic song.
I’m gone.
We are gone.
Now.
Brokenville by Philip Ridley
Hi all,
I briefly mentioned Philip Ridley's Brokenville in rehearsal but thought it would be really useful to give you some more information about it on here. I think it is quite relevant to our project. I hope you agree. The play has lots of very imaginative non literal reinactment as a means to fathom life for the small child and teenagers in the play and they use it to rebuild their pasts of, therefore reinactment group might find this a good source material. I will give you the quote from the preface to the play on here and I'll send you an extract of the openning of the play via email as its too long to post on here.
"Stories are for joining the past to the future. Stories are for those late hours in the night when you can't remember how you got from where you were to where you are. Stories are for eternity, when memory is erased, when there is nothing to remember except the story." (Tim O'Brian)
I briefly mentioned Philip Ridley's Brokenville in rehearsal but thought it would be really useful to give you some more information about it on here. I think it is quite relevant to our project. I hope you agree. The play has lots of very imaginative non literal reinactment as a means to fathom life for the small child and teenagers in the play and they use it to rebuild their pasts of, therefore reinactment group might find this a good source material. I will give you the quote from the preface to the play on here and I'll send you an extract of the openning of the play via email as its too long to post on here.
"Stories are for joining the past to the future. Stories are for those late hours in the night when you can't remember how you got from where you were to where you are. Stories are for eternity, when memory is erased, when there is nothing to remember except the story." (Tim O'Brian)
Saturday, November 21, 2009
Friday, November 20, 2009
Unit 6
You said you loved me
You said you'd keep me safe
Wrap me up in cotton wool
Fun and Games
Hold me
Instead you gave me away
So the demons came and took me
Exposed to the darkness
I became there prey
Hold me
I long to hear your voice again
Cry for me
stroke me
Protect me
Hold me
Love me
MUMMY
You said you'd keep me safe
Wrap me up in cotton wool
Fun and Games
Hold me
Instead you gave me away
So the demons came and took me
Exposed to the darkness
I became there prey
Hold me
I long to hear your voice again
Cry for me
stroke me
Protect me
Hold me
Love me
MUMMY
Unit Six Poem (edited by Dan and Flo)
I just wrote this, inspired by the reenactment group's idea of the 'Sleeping Lions' game.
I’m very tired
Night light on
Wrapped up tight
I feel happy now
Not a sound
Moon shines in
On my own
I feel safe now
Big strong wind
Creaking floorboards
Footsteps heard
I feel scared now
Someone’s coming
Heavy breathing
Someone’s crying
I feel upset now
I’m a sleeping lion
It’s just a game
It’s only mum
I feel excited now
My door opens
I close my eyes
Why so quiet?
I’m dead now
Killings as an act of revenge
Over the past 15 years, Ventura County has seen only a few cases. In 1995, Michael Sasse of Simi Valley shot and killed his two children, ages 3 and 4, before committing suicide. He apparently was distraught that his marriage was ending and killed the children during a custody visit.
Cora Caro was convicted and sent to death row for shooting to death three of her four sons in 1999 as they slept in their beds in their Santa Rosa Valley home. Prosecutors argued she killed the children as an act of revenge against her husband for their troubled marriage.
Narinder Kaur Virk of Port Hueneme was convicted in 2002 of trying to kill her two children but was found not guilty because she was legally insane. Virk pushed her two children into the cold waters of Channel Islands Harbor in 2000 before jumping in herself, but all three survived. Her attorneys claimed she was the victim of physical abuse by her husband, allegations he denied.
Daddyblogger.com: Mothers who kill their children
Please see this blog re-inactment for newspaper clippings. Worth everyone having a look at for anything you may be doing could be very useful! For imagery, creative writing response etc
http://daddy.typepad.com/daddyblog/2009/03/motherswhokillchildren.html
Another Blog:
85% of mothers who kill their children are single mothers: Jason leaving Medea drives her to kill her children as revenge.
http://revolutionstreetpreach.blogspot.com/2009/02/85-of-mothers-who-kill-their-children.htm
http://daddy.typepad.com/daddyblog/2009/03/motherswhokillchildren.html
Another Blog:
85% of mothers who kill their children are single mothers: Jason leaving Medea drives her to kill her children as revenge.
http://revolutionstreetpreach.blogspot.com/2009/02/85-of-mothers-who-kill-their-children.htm
Newspaper Articles 'Mothers-Killings'
http://www.click2houston.com/news/828906/detail.html
http://www.thefreelibrary.com/Texas+Mother+Accused+of+Killing+Children:+Psychologist+Robert+R.+...-a0101577061
http://www.independent.co.uk/news/mother-wanted-to-kill-children-1576158.html
http://www.ctv.ca/servlet/ArticleNews/story/CTVNews/20091024/quebec_verdict_091024/20091024
http://www.thefreelibrary.com/Texas+Mother+Accused+of+Killing+Children:+Psychologist+Robert+R.+...-a0101577061
http://www.independent.co.uk/news/mother-wanted-to-kill-children-1576158.html
http://www.ctv.ca/servlet/ArticleNews/story/CTVNews/20091024/quebec_verdict_091024/20091024
The Haunting
I see her staring at me
I see her at night
Sometimes in my dreams
I lay awake
Ice cold loneliness
She haunts me
I shut her out
I close my eyes
I can’t escape
Sinking
Slowly becoming reality
I scream
I see her at night
Sometimes in my dreams
I lay awake
Ice cold loneliness
She haunts me
I shut her out
I close my eyes
I can’t escape
Sinking
Slowly becoming reality
I scream
Unit 6 Animation
This is my animation for unit 6. I felt that I had to do this one in colour so that the blood could be seen clearer. The woman on the left is the princess, NOT MEDEA. After finalizing the image, I realised that she could be confused as Medea as the cartoon strip goes on. Click to enlarge.
Thursday, November 19, 2009
Pawns (A Poem based on Unit Five)
Pawns: to be sacrificed for the sake of winning or gain.
Children: my pawns on my board.
I am in control.
One chance to take out the King and all those around him; to win.
I am the dark horse who, protected by her knight, takes you all on.
Children: my pawns on my board.
I am in control.
One chance to take out the King and all those around him; to win.
I am the dark horse who, protected by her knight, takes you all on.
Unit 5 Animation
This is my image for unit 5. It's quite different to my other images for the previous units,
it is more of a cartoon strip than one particular image. I felt like I couldnt express the unit in one drawing!
Click to enlarge. Sorry for the poor quality of the scan!
Bullying, Pressurising
Children who were never headstrong and were easily led always got picked on.
Going on what Rosie put on the blog (Children see. Children do).
Bully - 'He just called you a name. If you don't do anything about it, we'll hit him and then hit you.'
Child - 'But I don't want to hit him'.
Bully -'Do it now!'
Child - 'No.'
Bully punches the child.
Child - 'Ouch. But I don't want to punch him.'
Bully - 'Do it or we will kill you.'
Child finally agrees and is forced to hit the other kid which he does.
I know this is just a rough idea and probably not very productive, but it could be something we work on in Unit 5 or 6. This is something I went through as a kid so it could connect to other people.
Dan.
Wednesday, November 18, 2009
Enid
Tuesday, November 17, 2009
Unit Four Song - The Proposition (kyli's song lyrics)
I really liked these lyrics and inspired me to write them in German... but just the part of Medea:
Ich gebe Sie,
was Sie mich einreichen mein alles wünschen,
das ich Sie mich gebe,
wenn Sie mir helfen
JUst like to be different!
Ich gebe Sie,
was Sie mich einreichen mein alles wünschen,
das ich Sie mich gebe,
wenn Sie mir helfen
JUst like to be different!
Unit Four Poem - I am a Broken Toy
All that remains is my body. I am a broken toy.
My mechanisms no longer work. My cogs no longer turn. I no longer wind up.
My tune no longer plays, it has been diminished to a rusty squeak.
My heart was ripped out and thrown away. My soul trampled upon.
I am a broken toy.
Once loved yet so quickly discarded. Once devoted upon yet so brutally abused.
Take my body and use it as you wish. Play with me as though I were a toy.
I give you all I have. I give my self to you. I am a broken toy.
A toy without an owner has no function.
Take me and I will fulfil your every need.
You cannot fix me. I am unrepairable. I will continue to break.
Touch my face and I will break.
Stroke my hair and I will break.
Caress my body and I will break.
My insides are broken. I am a broken toy.
My mechanisms no longer work. My cogs no longer turn. I no longer wind up.
My tune no longer plays, it has been diminished to a rusty squeak.
My heart was ripped out and thrown away. My soul trampled upon.
I am a broken toy.
Once loved yet so quickly discarded. Once devoted upon yet so brutally abused.
Take my body and use it as you wish. Play with me as though I were a toy.
I give you all I have. I give my self to you. I am a broken toy.
A toy without an owner has no function.
Take me and I will fulfil your every need.
You cannot fix me. I am unrepairable. I will continue to break.
Touch my face and I will break.
Stroke my hair and I will break.
Caress my body and I will break.
My insides are broken. I am a broken toy.
poem (not written for any particular unit)
I have just written a poem, trying to go through the children's point of view!!
Their anger hurts my ears
Shouting, screaming, arguing
I've always been scared of the sound
So scared that I want to hide,
Run away from all the pain
The pain of our broken family
Our broken home that nobody sees,
Nobody sees it but me.
I would do anything to fix it, mend it, make it all better
If a poem could fix this home,
Then i would read it everyday
Everyday until my home was back,
Until my family was once again,
Whole.
i also used lyrics from a kings of leon song and a very old blink 182 song. I developed the lyrics i used and changed them slightly to fit into the poem better.
Their anger hurts my ears
Shouting, screaming, arguing
I've always been scared of the sound
So scared that I want to hide,
Run away from all the pain
The pain of our broken family
Our broken home that nobody sees,
Nobody sees it but me.
I would do anything to fix it, mend it, make it all better
If a poem could fix this home,
Then i would read it everyday
Everyday until my home was back,
Until my family was once again,
Whole.
i also used lyrics from a kings of leon song and a very old blink 182 song. I developed the lyrics i used and changed them slightly to fit into the poem better.
Unit Four Song - The Proposition
This is written from the stance of Medea and The King of C
Medea:
I will give you what you want
I'll submit my everything
I will give myself you you
If you will help me
Medea and King: Ohhhhhh
King:
Just tell me what you want
Just tell me what you need
Give your body to me
You will satisfy my greed
Medea and King: (Harmonised)
Medea: I will give you what you want
King: Will you tell me what you want
King: Satisfy me x2
Medea: Please save me x3
I infisage this being combined with Bijans drum
Medea is desperate, she is effectively selling her body in order to secure the safety of herself and her children, this feeling of complete desperation is present in her body and deliverance of the lines which becomes a dialogue between the two - she is searching and grasping at straws
King is in my mind, a sexual predator - he is taking advantage of Medea's situation and using it to his definite advantage - this is reflected in the depth and tone of his voice as well as the style that I have written the piece in
So that is my song - I will share it with you all in class tomorrow, I just had to get it on here tonight to get it off my chest :)
I think the drum will make a huge difference and will be really interesting in terms of the dynamic of the whole piece
Love xxxxx
Medea:
I will give you what you want
I'll submit my everything
I will give myself you you
If you will help me
Medea and King: Ohhhhhh
King:
Just tell me what you want
Just tell me what you need
Give your body to me
You will satisfy my greed
Medea and King: (Harmonised)
Medea: I will give you what you want
King: Will you tell me what you want
King: Satisfy me x2
Medea: Please save me x3
I infisage this being combined with Bijans drum
Medea is desperate, she is effectively selling her body in order to secure the safety of herself and her children, this feeling of complete desperation is present in her body and deliverance of the lines which becomes a dialogue between the two - she is searching and grasping at straws
King is in my mind, a sexual predator - he is taking advantage of Medea's situation and using it to his definite advantage - this is reflected in the depth and tone of his voice as well as the style that I have written the piece in
So that is my song - I will share it with you all in class tomorrow, I just had to get it on here tonight to get it off my chest :)
I think the drum will make a huge difference and will be really interesting in terms of the dynamic of the whole piece
Love xxxxx
Monday, November 16, 2009
Children see. Children do
I found this clip and thought it was interesting, and quite heartbreaking. Perhaps the re enactment group could work with the idea of how children see and do exactly what the see their parents do, So perhaps the children take on more of the destructive personalities of Medea and Jason and the situation they are in and copy the behaviours they are surrounded by.
Children are obviously so deeply perceptive and cannot escape the tension of feeling that may surround them, how does this change them and shape them for their own futures?
http://http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KHi2dxSf9hw
Children are obviously so deeply perceptive and cannot escape the tension of feeling that may surround them, how does this change them and shape them for their own futures?
http://http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KHi2dxSf9hw
Sunday, November 15, 2009
Dear Daddy...
I wrote this after having looked at the letters to parents on Friday's rehearsals, taking a different perspective from a child and how else they could react - possibly more adult like than imagined. I looked at an honest response.
"Dear Jason,
You’re meant to be my dad, but mum says you’re not going to be anymore. She says you’ve found a new girlfriend and that we have to run away. I hate your new girlfriend. I bet she’s ugly and I hope she makes you sad. In my dreams you chase me and grab me but I push and I kick, and I run. I run away from you because I hate you. I hate you daddy, I really do and I hope I never see you again. I hate you, I want to runaway. You made mum sad and now I can’t stop crying because you don’t want me anymore. You don’t care about us anymore and it makes me angry and I want to hurt you. I want you to go away- forever. Do you hear me? FOREVER! Go to your new girlfriend. I hope she’s horrible and makes you sad.
I hate you."
"Dear Jason,
You’re meant to be my dad, but mum says you’re not going to be anymore. She says you’ve found a new girlfriend and that we have to run away. I hate your new girlfriend. I bet she’s ugly and I hope she makes you sad. In my dreams you chase me and grab me but I push and I kick, and I run. I run away from you because I hate you. I hate you daddy, I really do and I hope I never see you again. I hate you, I want to runaway. You made mum sad and now I can’t stop crying because you don’t want me anymore. You don’t care about us anymore and it makes me angry and I want to hurt you. I want you to go away- forever. Do you hear me? FOREVER! Go to your new girlfriend. I hope she’s horrible and makes you sad.
I hate you."
Saturday, November 14, 2009
Song suggestion - Toxic
Hi Guys,
So impressed with the material you are generating. I just discovered this song, and thought it would make for a very interesting movement section. Those with spotify will be able to find it I think? Music or Movement group - check it out...
'Toxic' 4:27 Yael Naïm Yael Naïm Alternative & Punk 2 11/11/2009 09:35
You will notice it is a version of the Brittany Spears song 'Toxic' but is incredibly powerful when stripped of its 'poppiness'.
What do you think?
Unit 2- poetry/ideas
Unit 2:
The woman calls upon the Gods to punish her husband. Fearful of her revenge, the King of C orders exile upon her and her children, though grants them one days grace, to leave.
Coldplay: Lost lyrics.
You’ll be lost, ever river that you tried to cross, every gun you ever held went off, and I am just waiting until the firing starts/stops and I’m just waiting until your shine wears off.
Coldplay: Lost lyrics.
You’ll be lost, ever river that you tried to cross, every gun you ever held went off, and I am just waiting until the firing starts/stops and I’m just waiting until your shine wears off.
Greek name English name Description
Aφροδίτη (Aphroditē) Aphrodite
Goddess of love, lust, beauty, wife of Hephaestus. Ares is her lover. Eros is her son. Known as the most beautiful of the Greek goddesses. Her symbols are the scepter, myrtle, and dove.
Aπόλλων (Apollō) Apollo
God of music, medicine, health, prophecies, poetry, and archery. Also said to be the god of light and truth. Is associated with the sun. Also referred to as the most handsome of the gods. He is Artemis's twin brother, and son of Zeus. His symbols are the bow, lyre, and laurel.
Άρης (Arēs) Ares
God of war, murder and bloodshed. Brother to Athena, and is the son of Zeus. Has an affair with Aphrodite. His symbols are vultures, dogs, boars, and a spear.
Άρτεμις (Artemis) Artemis
Goddess of the hunt, wild things, and the moon. Protector of the dewy young. She became associated with the moon. Apollo is her twin brother. Artemis is a virgin goddess. Her symbols are the bow, dogs, and deer.
Αθηνά (Athēna) Athena
Goddess of wisdom, warfare, strategy, handicrafts and reason. Sister of Ares, and is the daughter of Zeus. Sprung from Zeus's head in full body armor. She is the wisest of the gods. Her symbols are the aegis, owl, and olive tree.
Δήμητρα (Dēmētra) Demeter
Goddess of fertility, agriculture, grain and harvest. Demeter is a daughter of Cronus and Rhea and sister of Zeus. Her symbols are the scepter, torch, and corn.
Διόνυσος (Dionysus) Dionysus
God of wine, parties/festivals, madness and merriment. He represents not only the intoxicating power of wine, but also its social and beneficial influences. His symbols are the grape vine, ivy, and thyrsus.
ᾍδης (Hades) Hades
God of the underworld and wealth. Brother of Poseidon, Zeus and Hera, and consort to Persephone. His symbols are the bident, the Helm of Darkness, and the three-headed dog, Cerberus.
Ήφαιστος (Hēphaistos) Hephaestus
God of fire and the forge (god of fire and smiths) with very weak legs. He was thrown off Mount Olympus as a baby by his mother and in some stories his father. He makes armor for the gods and other heroes like Achilles. Son of Hera and Zeus is his father in some accounts. Married to Aphrodite, but she does not love him because he is deformed and, as a result, is cheating on him with Ares. He had a daughter named Pandora. His symbols are an axe, a hammer and a flame.
Ήρα (Hēra) Hera
Goddess of marriage, women, and childbirth. Zeus' wife and sister. Appears with peacock feathers often. Her symbols are the scepter, diadem, and peacock.
Ερμής (Hērmēs) Hermes
God of flight, thieves, mischief, commerce, and travelers. Messenger of the gods. He showed the way for the dead souls to Hades's realm. He shows up in more myths than any other god or goddess. Likes to trick people and is very inventive. Hermes invented the lyre using a turtle shell and sinew. His symbols are the caduceus and winged boots.
Ἑστία (Hestia) Hestia
Goddess of the hearth and home, the focal point of every household. Daughter of Rhea and Cronus. Gave up her seat as one of the Twelve Olympians to tend to the sacred flame on Mount Olympus for Dionysus. Her symbol is the hearth.
Ποσειδῶν (Poseidon) Poseidon
God of the sea. He created horses from sea foam. God of earthquakes as well. Also called 'Earth Shaker' and 'Storm Bringer'. His symbols are horses, sea foam, dolphins, and a trident.
Ζεύς (Zeus) Zeus
The king of the gods, the ruler of Mount Olympus and the god of the sky and thunder. His symbols are the thunderbolt, eagle, bull, and oak.
24 hour cure: I seek the skies law:
To the world I am one, to one(me) I am the world.
Self involved, cold and calm, I follow the lines in my palm, tracing the route of my life through our tears and strife, forced into exile to forge a new life.
I look to you: the almighty ones to cure my whore. His name is Jason.
There’s so much emphasis on DIY. But what if what you’re so desperate to fix is yourself?
Every move I make, I break, brittle in my anger, fragile in my frown.
Every step I take I leave my children to tremor and quake, I break all that lies in my wake: like a natural disaster I let their homes fall down to bricks and plaster, ordered by the master to go-never to return, I leave human shrapnel to burn.
The victims this time are small but standing tall, my babies will fall because my husband left us all.
I bore children and now I am to bore a void in their little lovely lives.
Time is so short and unsure, there must be something more.
I call on you: to cure my whore. His name is Daddy.
Mummy, one wish! Please, pleeeease, just one wish?
You wish it so hard, even on eyelashes, but you’re broken, inhumanely shattered by mummy and daddy.
I used to rule the world, now I sleep alone, sweep the streets I used to own.
I am the cast off teddy once the bestest toy and now the biggest ploy.
24 hours. And the clock ticks and the kettle knocks. I sit upon a rock and kick off both my socks.
All I need is a second. Not a second chance or lasting glance I want to make a stance and rip the bride from her wedding dance. Kill the Groom. Break the gloom that looms, above, like a hovering dove.
I lost it all, my life and love, the man I had that fit like a glove.
Chased by disgrace, I am in this race, breathless and ranting, granted one days grace.
The woman calls upon the Gods to punish her husband. Fearful of her revenge, the King of C orders exile upon her and her children, though grants them one days grace, to leave.
Coldplay: Lost lyrics.
You’ll be lost, ever river that you tried to cross, every gun you ever held went off, and I am just waiting until the firing starts/stops and I’m just waiting until your shine wears off.
Coldplay: Lost lyrics.
You’ll be lost, ever river that you tried to cross, every gun you ever held went off, and I am just waiting until the firing starts/stops and I’m just waiting until your shine wears off.
Greek name English name Description
Aφροδίτη (Aphroditē) Aphrodite
Goddess of love, lust, beauty, wife of Hephaestus. Ares is her lover. Eros is her son. Known as the most beautiful of the Greek goddesses. Her symbols are the scepter, myrtle, and dove.
Aπόλλων (Apollō) Apollo
God of music, medicine, health, prophecies, poetry, and archery. Also said to be the god of light and truth. Is associated with the sun. Also referred to as the most handsome of the gods. He is Artemis's twin brother, and son of Zeus. His symbols are the bow, lyre, and laurel.
Άρης (Arēs) Ares
God of war, murder and bloodshed. Brother to Athena, and is the son of Zeus. Has an affair with Aphrodite. His symbols are vultures, dogs, boars, and a spear.
Άρτεμις (Artemis) Artemis
Goddess of the hunt, wild things, and the moon. Protector of the dewy young. She became associated with the moon. Apollo is her twin brother. Artemis is a virgin goddess. Her symbols are the bow, dogs, and deer.
Αθηνά (Athēna) Athena
Goddess of wisdom, warfare, strategy, handicrafts and reason. Sister of Ares, and is the daughter of Zeus. Sprung from Zeus's head in full body armor. She is the wisest of the gods. Her symbols are the aegis, owl, and olive tree.
Δήμητρα (Dēmētra) Demeter
Goddess of fertility, agriculture, grain and harvest. Demeter is a daughter of Cronus and Rhea and sister of Zeus. Her symbols are the scepter, torch, and corn.
Διόνυσος (Dionysus) Dionysus
God of wine, parties/festivals, madness and merriment. He represents not only the intoxicating power of wine, but also its social and beneficial influences. His symbols are the grape vine, ivy, and thyrsus.
ᾍδης (Hades) Hades
God of the underworld and wealth. Brother of Poseidon, Zeus and Hera, and consort to Persephone. His symbols are the bident, the Helm of Darkness, and the three-headed dog, Cerberus.
Ήφαιστος (Hēphaistos) Hephaestus
God of fire and the forge (god of fire and smiths) with very weak legs. He was thrown off Mount Olympus as a baby by his mother and in some stories his father. He makes armor for the gods and other heroes like Achilles. Son of Hera and Zeus is his father in some accounts. Married to Aphrodite, but she does not love him because he is deformed and, as a result, is cheating on him with Ares. He had a daughter named Pandora. His symbols are an axe, a hammer and a flame.
Ήρα (Hēra) Hera
Goddess of marriage, women, and childbirth. Zeus' wife and sister. Appears with peacock feathers often. Her symbols are the scepter, diadem, and peacock.
Ερμής (Hērmēs) Hermes
God of flight, thieves, mischief, commerce, and travelers. Messenger of the gods. He showed the way for the dead souls to Hades's realm. He shows up in more myths than any other god or goddess. Likes to trick people and is very inventive. Hermes invented the lyre using a turtle shell and sinew. His symbols are the caduceus and winged boots.
Ἑστία (Hestia) Hestia
Goddess of the hearth and home, the focal point of every household. Daughter of Rhea and Cronus. Gave up her seat as one of the Twelve Olympians to tend to the sacred flame on Mount Olympus for Dionysus. Her symbol is the hearth.
Ποσειδῶν (Poseidon) Poseidon
God of the sea. He created horses from sea foam. God of earthquakes as well. Also called 'Earth Shaker' and 'Storm Bringer'. His symbols are horses, sea foam, dolphins, and a trident.
Ζεύς (Zeus) Zeus
The king of the gods, the ruler of Mount Olympus and the god of the sky and thunder. His symbols are the thunderbolt, eagle, bull, and oak.
24 hour cure: I seek the skies law:
To the world I am one, to one(me) I am the world.
Self involved, cold and calm, I follow the lines in my palm, tracing the route of my life through our tears and strife, forced into exile to forge a new life.
I look to you: the almighty ones to cure my whore. His name is Jason.
There’s so much emphasis on DIY. But what if what you’re so desperate to fix is yourself?
Every move I make, I break, brittle in my anger, fragile in my frown.
Every step I take I leave my children to tremor and quake, I break all that lies in my wake: like a natural disaster I let their homes fall down to bricks and plaster, ordered by the master to go-never to return, I leave human shrapnel to burn.
The victims this time are small but standing tall, my babies will fall because my husband left us all.
I bore children and now I am to bore a void in their little lovely lives.
Time is so short and unsure, there must be something more.
I call on you: to cure my whore. His name is Daddy.
Mummy, one wish! Please, pleeeease, just one wish?
You wish it so hard, even on eyelashes, but you’re broken, inhumanely shattered by mummy and daddy.
I used to rule the world, now I sleep alone, sweep the streets I used to own.
I am the cast off teddy once the bestest toy and now the biggest ploy.
24 hours. And the clock ticks and the kettle knocks. I sit upon a rock and kick off both my socks.
All I need is a second. Not a second chance or lasting glance I want to make a stance and rip the bride from her wedding dance. Kill the Groom. Break the gloom that looms, above, like a hovering dove.
I lost it all, my life and love, the man I had that fit like a glove.
Chased by disgrace, I am in this race, breathless and ranting, granted one days grace.
Friday, November 13, 2009
When I Cross The Road - Unit Three Poem
When I cross the road I look left first then right,
I will not see today what I saw tonight.
I walk that very walk every single day,
That very walk it changes in every single way.
Today the flowers bloom, tomorrow they will die,
Today the birds sleep, tomorrow they will fly.
The road takes me places I shouldn't really go,
The road reveals secrets it shouldn't really show.
When I took that road I didn't really think,
That my life before hand would so quickly shrink.
Once I'd walked so far I couldn't find my way back,
I never thought of how their little minds would rack.
My feet chose that road, blame them if you must,
My feet had grown tired of all the mangled rust.
The life I lead is where my heart wants to be,
This life will not change no matter how you plea.
When I cross the road I look right first then left,
I will not see tonight what I saw when I left.
I will not see today what I saw tonight.
I walk that very walk every single day,
That very walk it changes in every single way.
Today the flowers bloom, tomorrow they will die,
Today the birds sleep, tomorrow they will fly.
The road takes me places I shouldn't really go,
The road reveals secrets it shouldn't really show.
When I took that road I didn't really think,
That my life before hand would so quickly shrink.
Once I'd walked so far I couldn't find my way back,
I never thought of how their little minds would rack.
My feet chose that road, blame them if you must,
My feet had grown tired of all the mangled rust.
The life I lead is where my heart wants to be,
This life will not change no matter how you plea.
When I cross the road I look right first then left,
I will not see tonight what I saw when I left.
The playground chant
Clapping game, to the tune of 'Sissy My Playmate'
Where is my daddy?
He has gone far away
And now the skies are grey
I'll hit him with a tray
I really hate him
He made my mummy say
If he dies I'll be glad
Forever more, more
Shut that door
I tiddly I ti, pom pom.
Where is my daddy?
He has gone far away
And now the skies are grey
I'll hit him with a tray
I really hate him
He made my mummy say
If he dies I'll be glad
Forever more, more
Shut that door
I tiddly I ti, pom pom.
"Your Right.."- Unit 3 song.
Male (Jason): C'mon Cheer up, It'll work out fine.
Female( Medea): Your Right.. Of course your right.. X3
Male (Jason): ( Overlapping Your right...) Understand this.....
Male (Jason): You've everything to gain if you give up this rage.
Female( Medea): Your Right.. Of course your right.. X2
Male (Jason): ( Overlapping Your right...) Understand this.....
Male (Jason): This is the way, the only way......
Repeat the song only second time, a lot more frustrated as if Medea is not listening.
Beautiful Melody on the Keys.
x
"Dear Daddy..." - Unit 3
After A dear Daddy letter from Bijan.
We Alone.......Us Alone.......
Fun Where?...........Did Daddy Care?.....
Back, to friends..... Shouting Ends?
Daddy say..... No other way......
Time to go.....Don't know?..................
Written with Beautiful music from Caludes on the Keys.
More, more.
Here is a another one, bit longer, more coherent story, with music as it fitted so well I couldn't not.
Thursday, November 12, 2009
Blink and you'll miss it.
This is my first EVER stop start animation, all 7 seconds of it! Bear with me, I need more detailed subject matter, so please please could people let me know what they feel would be fitting for a child in Medea's children's situation to draw, thank you.
Four Poems for units two and three.
Everything is bad. Once it was good, but you’ll never remember it now. Not now, now that it’s bad. Now that it’s bad, that tender kiss goodnight that once wished “sweet dreams” blisters the skin; Now that it’s bad the gentle, smooth, warm hand that ran splayed fingers through the hair, catches and cuts like a cold razor. Now that’ it’s cold, eyes that once locked to tell stories in love, now linger only to tell tales of betrayal and rage. Now that its rage, butterflies in the pits of tummies catch fire and float like burnt photographs to the depths. Now that it’s burnt, its scared, and there is no healing it; no cure to make it good; it’s terminal, destined to die, it’s stumbling but it’s dead. Now that it’s dead, it still stalks you at night, crawling slowly into bed with you; a green, rotting memory, leaving a cold, shallow indent in the pillow as your only bedfellow. Now that it’s bad, you are bad, and I’m bad too, there is no way to be good. You are bad. Please God, just let this bad, cold, dead thing. Die.
These hands that once touched your face and brushed your lips. These hands that ran splayed fingers through your hair and brushed tears from your cheek. These hands that once held you, and nursed your children. These hands that loved you and pulled you against me; these hands are now against you. These hands are now clasped tight, to call gods to witness how you have harmed them. These hands cry out for your blood. Wringing together, praying for you to suffer as they have. These hands plead for the chance to hurt you. These hands that once loved you, now ask for your death.
Unit three
Hush my sweetheart, don’t say a word,
You can’t tell a lie I haven’t heard.
Hush little darling, don’t speak a thing,
I can’t stand the tales you sing.
And you trample dreams to dust,
You can’t ask me for my trust.
As now you’ve traded love for lust,
Our wedding rings can turn to dust.
So hush little baby, and take your guilt,
‘Cause I can’t hear this lie you’ve built.
Whispered words of romance were a pocket full of lies,
As guilt and lustful shadows dance in your eyes.
And if your tales are spoken, my hate they’ll only bring;
All your lies have turned our love into a twisted thing.
These hands that once touched your face and brushed your lips. These hands that ran splayed fingers through your hair and brushed tears from your cheek. These hands that once held you, and nursed your children. These hands that loved you and pulled you against me; these hands are now against you. These hands are now clasped tight, to call gods to witness how you have harmed them. These hands cry out for your blood. Wringing together, praying for you to suffer as they have. These hands plead for the chance to hurt you. These hands that once loved you, now ask for your death.
Unit three
Hush my sweetheart, don’t say a word,
You can’t tell a lie I haven’t heard.
Hush little darling, don’t speak a thing,
I can’t stand the tales you sing.
And you trample dreams to dust,
You can’t ask me for my trust.
As now you’ve traded love for lust,
Our wedding rings can turn to dust.
So hush little baby, and take your guilt,
‘Cause I can’t hear this lie you’ve built.
Whispered words of romance were a pocket full of lies,
As guilt and lustful shadows dance in your eyes.
And if your tales are spoken, my hate they’ll only bring;
All your lies have turned our love into a twisted thing.
Slideshows for Unit one and two
These are my two slideshows for unit one and two.
Two should all be in black and white but I forgot to upload that one to youtube and it takes an hour to do each one :(
I will get it up later today but for now here it is in colour.
Wednesday, November 11, 2009
Resolution (A Poem for Unit Three)
(A slightly different style to what I'm used to but thought I'd give it a go and see what I came up with...)
Guilt? There’s no guilt. My conscience is clear.
But I do/
fear that you will punish and destroy; not stop ‘til you’ve done what you’ve got/
to do. No rules. Just your own messed up logic.
I’m scared. My heart rate agrees.
We’re simply going round and round in circles/
no ease.
No conclusion though I seek resolution ‘cause you fail to trust. Your heart rusts; decays, its remains in blood. Jealous blood.
But I do/
fear that you will punish and destroy; not stop ‘til you’ve done what you’ve got/
to do. No rules. Just your own messed up logic.
I’m scared. My heart rate agrees.
We’re simply going round and round in circles/
no ease.
No conclusion though I seek resolution ‘cause you fail to trust. Your heart rusts; decays, its remains in blood. Jealous blood.
Remember our past, all that we did.
That’s not forgotten. Not rotten.
Maybe to you. Not to me.
I did what I had to do for our family.
For that I give no apologies.
So you refuse my insistence to come to a truce; put all this behind us. Do you want proof/
of my honesty? I’m not taking you for a ride. No pride/
in that. I state the facts.
I want us to agree on no further action/
from you.
Please.
That’s not forgotten. Not rotten.
Maybe to you. Not to me.
I did what I had to do for our family.
For that I give no apologies.
So you refuse my insistence to come to a truce; put all this behind us. Do you want proof/
of my honesty? I’m not taking you for a ride. No pride/
in that. I state the facts.
I want us to agree on no further action/
from you.
Please.
Unit Two Poem - Torment
Leave me, not now.
Rip out his arrogance.
Tear away his selfishness.
Stamp on his lust.
Split open his joy.
Bang his dictatorship against the wall.
Strangle his smugness.
Bite on his ordasity.
Lash out at his unfaithfulness.
Scratch away his denial.
Kick his faith to the floor.
Peel back his flippancy.
Mangle his happiness.
Slice his treachery in two.
Leave him, not now.
Rip out his arrogance.
Tear away his selfishness.
Stamp on his lust.
Split open his joy.
Bang his dictatorship against the wall.
Strangle his smugness.
Bite on his ordasity.
Lash out at his unfaithfulness.
Scratch away his denial.
Kick his faith to the floor.
Peel back his flippancy.
Mangle his happiness.
Slice his treachery in two.
Leave him, not now.
Poem - My Mummy Medea
Mummy we still love you, even though we're sad.
Mummy we still love you, even though you got mad.
Mummy we miss you.
Mummy we want you back.
Mummy why are we here?
Mummy when are we coming back?
Mummy we're scared now.
Mummy this isn't fun.
Mummy we don't like it here.
Mummy are you listening?
Mummy we want a story.
Mummy we want you to stroke our hair.
Mummy we want you to tuck us in.
Mummy we want you back.
Mummy! Mummy! Mummy! Don't leave us like Daddy did.
Mummy we want you back.
Mummy we still love you, even though you got mad.
Mummy we miss you.
Mummy we want you back.
Mummy why are we here?
Mummy when are we coming back?
Mummy we're scared now.
Mummy this isn't fun.
Mummy we don't like it here.
Mummy are you listening?
Mummy we want a story.
Mummy we want you to stroke our hair.
Mummy we want you to tuck us in.
Mummy we want you back.
Mummy! Mummy! Mummy! Don't leave us like Daddy did.
Mummy we want you back.
Unit One Poem - I Am Dead Now
I am dead now you are gone. The air has been taken from my lungs.
I no longer breathe freely, only in long awaited intermissions.
My life holds no significance, no priority, no purpose.
Mourning consumes me.
I mourn for you as if you were dead.
My dreams tell me that you died powerless in your abandonment of me.
Dreams are my comfort, my consolation, my necessity.
Reality is avoidable, not always.
Sanity is a place i rarely visit now.
I no longer breathe freely, only in long awaited intermissions.
My life holds no significance, no priority, no purpose.
Mourning consumes me.
I mourn for you as if you were dead.
My dreams tell me that you died powerless in your abandonment of me.
Dreams are my comfort, my consolation, my necessity.
Reality is avoidable, not always.
Sanity is a place i rarely visit now.
Unit One Poem - Drowning
My heart has stopped beating.
My stomach has sunken in.
My eyes they see everything, yet they take nothing in.
My nails have grown shorter.
My hair stands on its end.
My breasts no longer supple, but coarse and worn away.
My hands try to caress, yet fumble below the surface.
My feet they stay routed, they will not leave the house.
My head is slowly drowning, yet no one pulls me out.
My stomach has sunken in.
My eyes they see everything, yet they take nothing in.
My nails have grown shorter.
My hair stands on its end.
My breasts no longer supple, but coarse and worn away.
My hands try to caress, yet fumble below the surface.
My feet they stay routed, they will not leave the house.
My head is slowly drowning, yet no one pulls me out.
Pain
This is one of many poems that I have written for Unit 2- Whether they will fit is a different matter.
Anger rapped up in deceit
It's more than I can bear.
The hurt and torture deep inside my soul,
the anger did create.
The anger causes pain inside
to deep to understand
and the pain, in turn will cause
more malice to my hand.
This curse will last for on and on,
you've made a grave mistake.
Ounce (Based on Unit Two)
The Gods sowed vengeance in her heart; prepared her body to plough forward in a rage which could not be reined in.
They cultivated her thoughts and stripped them down into one mindset.
They reaped her fear and burnt it on the fire.
They placed in front of her a statue of fleshy stone, and fired punishment from his mouth.
They pulled on the reins of her heart and she begged at his feet.
They planted thoughts of victory in his mind which grew into arrogance, so that when his guard was down, she dug from his heart an ounce of leniency and used it against him.
They cultivated her thoughts and stripped them down into one mindset.
They reaped her fear and burnt it on the fire.
They placed in front of her a statue of fleshy stone, and fired punishment from his mouth.
They pulled on the reins of her heart and she begged at his feet.
They planted thoughts of victory in his mind which grew into arrogance, so that when his guard was down, she dug from his heart an ounce of leniency and used it against him.
Divorce
I've found several pieces of writing about the topic.
"Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today
To mourn a hasty courtship, and love lost along the way.
Two souls bound, by vows of lust and greed,
Overfed their many wants, but neglected all their need.
So we lay their marriage down into its grave.
Death came so quickly, no chance to save."
Two souls bound, by vows of lust and greed,
Overfed their many wants, but neglected all their need.
So we lay their marriage down into its grave.
Death came so quickly, no chance to save."
http://auroralonewolf.deviantart.com/art/Death-by-Divorce-77696362
"Divorce is hate
and hate is bad
Divorce I hate
it left me sad
Divorce is pain
nobody can bare
Divorce is love
you no longer share
Divorce is what
I hate about you
Divorce isn't what
I wanted you to do
Divorce is mum..and
Divorce is dad
Divorce stole the family
I once used to have
Divorce is hurt
a knife to my heart
Divorce shouldnt happen
lets go back to the start
Divorce it kills
leaving you dead inside
Divorce it haunts
and theres nowhere to hide
Divorce is the end
Ive realised this
Divorce leaves you thinking
Divorce I hate
it left me sad
Divorce is pain
nobody can bare
Divorce is love
you no longer share
Divorce is what
I hate about you
Divorce isn't what
I wanted you to do
Divorce is mum..and
Divorce is dad
Divorce stole the family
I once used to have
Divorce is hurt
a knife to my heart
Divorce shouldnt happen
lets go back to the start
Divorce it kills
leaving you dead inside
Divorce it haunts
and theres nowhere to hide
Divorce is the end
Ive realised this
Divorce leaves you thinking
about everything you miss"
http://swiftsteve.deviantart.com/art/Divorce-24312116
i'm ok
This is a song I've known of for a while, but I found this video with picture of child abuse in it.
Hopefully the imagery group can use some of these pictures or do something with it. I interpreted these children and their injuries as some of our children in the underworld. Some of the children in the video have actually passed on, therefore giving me reason to see them as part of our underworld and a reason to why they are there.
Tuesday, November 10, 2009
Unit 2 Animation
This was the animation I had drawn for Unit 2, but after looking in our last class and look at Jonny's 'Torso' poem, thought that it fit quite well and resembled the ripping apart of your limbs and the frustration and desperation. Click to enlarge, and if anyone wants to see the image in person then feel free to ask. xx
Find a home (Based on Unit Two)
Build a mansion out of wooden blocks with a cardboard roof.
Build a castle from sand with a moat and a tower.
Build a den with a sheet between two trees.
Could you leave your mansion, your castle, your den, knowing that you could never return to it; to the place that you have loved, nurtured, grown in?
Then find a floor and build your mansion . . . again?
A beach and build your castle . . . again?
A forest and build your den . . . again?
Could you? I know you don’t want to but you have to. So could you?
And could you build your mansion without your bricks?
Your castle without your sand?
Your den without your sheet?
No. Same as I can’t build a family without a home, without a mate, without a love.
Because they’ve pushed down my mansion, washed away my castle, pulled apart my den and here I am, pleading for more time.
Build a castle from sand with a moat and a tower.
Build a den with a sheet between two trees.
Could you leave your mansion, your castle, your den, knowing that you could never return to it; to the place that you have loved, nurtured, grown in?
Then find a floor and build your mansion . . . again?
A beach and build your castle . . . again?
A forest and build your den . . . again?
Could you? I know you don’t want to but you have to. So could you?
And could you build your mansion without your bricks?
Your castle without your sand?
Your den without your sheet?
No. Same as I can’t build a family without a home, without a mate, without a love.
Because they’ve pushed down my mansion, washed away my castle, pulled apart my den and here I am, pleading for more time.
Remember Me (Based on Unit One)
Remember me when I was 1.
Remember me when I was 2.
Remember me when I was 3, 4, 5, 6, 7.
Remember when you left.
Remember who you scarred.
Remember me when I was 2.
Remember me when I was 3, 4, 5, 6, 7.
Remember when you left.
Remember who you scarred.
Remember, remember the 5th November, December, January, February, March, April, May, June, July, August, September, October and every day in between that you lived without me.
Remember my hurt. Remember my pain.
Forget your hurt. Forget your pain.
Because this isn’t about you after all, is it daddy?
REMEMBER ME!
Monday, November 9, 2009
unit one poem
I hate you,
I love you.
My heart is broken,
My life is lost.
Never will I forgive,
Never will I trust.
Anger is all I feel now,
Revenge fills my mind.
To hurt you, to cause you pain,
Make you feel;
What I am going through.
I hate you,
I love you.
This is why
I must punish you.
Our life no longer shared,
Our home no longer existing.
You is all that matters,
Me is insignificant.
I used to look at you and smile,
Now I look with disgust.
I did love you,
I do hate you.
I love you.
My heart is broken,
My life is lost.
Never will I forgive,
Never will I trust.
Anger is all I feel now,
Revenge fills my mind.
To hurt you, to cause you pain,
Make you feel;
What I am going through.
I hate you,
I love you.
This is why
I must punish you.
Our life no longer shared,
Our home no longer existing.
You is all that matters,
Me is insignificant.
I used to look at you and smile,
Now I look with disgust.
I did love you,
I do hate you.
Sunday, November 8, 2009
Torso (Based on Unit One)
Take my eyes out of their sockets. Pull my fingers off my hands.
Pick off every sprig of hair that stands
on my head and on my skin.
Hack off my feet. Sever my hands and make me stand.
Disgraced. Useless.
Rip off my legs. Pull off my arms.
Take my head off my shoulders and lay me on the ground.
Ask me to move. Ask me to speak. Ask me to love! No?
So rip out my heart; pull it through my chest. Leave it on the ground along with all the mess – the eyes, the fingers, the hair, the feet, the hands. Disgraced! The legs, the arms, the head – the blood, the tears. Disgraced.
Relish my body as it is. Broken; dismantled. Alone. A torso.
Pick off every sprig of hair that stands
on my head and on my skin.
Hack off my feet. Sever my hands and make me stand.
Disgraced. Useless.
Rip off my legs. Pull off my arms.
Take my head off my shoulders and lay me on the ground.
Ask me to move. Ask me to speak. Ask me to love! No?
So rip out my heart; pull it through my chest. Leave it on the ground along with all the mess – the eyes, the fingers, the hair, the feet, the hands. Disgraced! The legs, the arms, the head – the blood, the tears. Disgraced.
Relish my body as it is. Broken; dismantled. Alone. A torso.
Unit One Poem
Abandonment. To abandon.
To never look back.
To never give a second glance.
To never give a second chance.
Abandonment. To abandon.
To leave without saying goodbye.
To leave without an inch of guilt.
To leave another to wilt and wilt.
Abandonment. To abandon.
To desert those that you once loved.
To desert the entirity that was your life.
To desert your family, your children, your wife.
Abandonment. To abandon.
To discard everything you wanted so much.
To discard your life long obsessions.
To discard your most prized possesions.
Abandonment. To abandon.
To create a wealth of opportunities.
To create a family filled with pain.
To create two children that are brutally slain.
Abandonment. To abandon.
To never look back.
To never give a second glance.
To never give a second chance.
Abandonment. To abandon.
To leave without saying goodbye.
To leave without an inch of guilt.
To leave another to wilt and wilt.
Abandonment. To abandon.
To desert those that you once loved.
To desert the entirity that was your life.
To desert your family, your children, your wife.
Abandonment. To abandon.
To discard everything you wanted so much.
To discard your life long obsessions.
To discard your most prized possesions.
Abandonment. To abandon.
To create a wealth of opportunities.
To create a family filled with pain.
To create two children that are brutally slain.
Abandonment. To abandon.
Friday, November 6, 2009
Photo slideshows
These are the two slide shows that I have made so far. I put music to them purely because I sometimes feel that they are incomplete with out them. Perhaps the other groups can take these and allow them to influence there work, what ever they are used for they are there for you.
If anyone has any helpful suggestions as to where I head next that would be most appreciated.
Thursday, November 5, 2009
Trevor Rabin Piece
Hi guys, this is a piece of music that I find highly emotional and takes my breath away every time I hear it. Its from the film 'Armagedeon' and composed by Trevor Rabin who has done soundtracks to films such as National Treasure, Gone in 60 seconds and Deep Blue Sea. I think its amazing and is a piece to listen to all the way through to get the full effect and power that lies within this piece. Enjoy x
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pzY-qYsyYew&feature=fvw
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pzY-qYsyYew&feature=fvw
your tears
If I breathe on a window and write my name in the mist, it looks backwards from the other side; everything looks backwards. Draw a halo around my face, so I look outwardly divine; the fogged glass clouding, ghosting the grimace into a smile. A crying angel; my morals dashed and destitute shattered remains lie on the pain, cutting. Deep. In. If I try to crawl through the window. All hope left with you, packed in your suit case and pulled through the door, a pathetic squeak from the wheels and another from me. Draw on horns now, two sharpened points of will and malice, ready to rip, rendering flesh to fulfil vengeance. It's not a grimace, it's a grin; teeth bared and pleased to see you, comfort to conflict, presence to pursuit, and I'm pleased. Alchemy. My breath into images and loss into life, with this knife; a sharp blade to fade promises made, nights and days spent and children heaven sent, into hot steam; passion into passing, vice to vendetta, draw a palm swiftly over the glass so it is a clear view to freedom; I don't need you anymore. Now I need your tears.
He went away
He went away. She says he never grew up, but he's much older than me. I still have a blanket. I have a red blanket; a red blanket with a pattern made to keep all the monsters away. He said it was made out of lots of love; that each stitch of the pattern was made just for me. It was warm, and soft, and kept me safe and tucked in tight. But it got old. I ruined it. It got ruined. I sucked the corners when I was alone and scared, and all the die would come out in my mouth, and turn my lips bright red as it got paler, and paler; so now it's all pale, pointy and sharp; the corners itch and scratch, and leave little red lines all over me. When I got angry I'd stamp on it; I'd stamp it in dust and in dirt and in muddy puddles; It got all hard and faded, and the stains will never wash out. Now you can't trace the pattern, it's all blurry and hard to see. The angrier I was the harder it got, and the lonelier I got the sharper it was, until it was just a hard and sharp thing; it's not my blanket anymore, it's not all soft and warm; it's just a something that slows me down wherever I take it; it makes me trip when I try to run, so I hit the floor and get all caught up in it; its heavy to carry now, when I'm under it, it feels dark and close, it gets hard to breathe, I might choke. I wish I had a new one; I wish I had one that was still soft and warm, that didn't remind me of when I was angry, or scared, or lonely; But I still have it, the old one, I still hide under it; pull it tight so no one can see me when I don't want to be seen, and to keep out the cold and the lonely's. Mummy says it'll only get sharper and harder now, that I love it too much; so too much love must be a bad thing. Maybe it was made from too much love; maybe it is a bad thing. She says I'll have to grow out of it, or never grow up. But I need it, or a new one; one that's still soft and warm. I need it because he went away. She says he never grew up, but he's much older than me. I still have a blanket, and I think he does too, but I think I'll throw mine away.
In the light we play
In the light we play. In the light we laugh. This is our house, and this is our garden. This is where we live. We all live here. One big family. That's the sun. It is shining outside, it has a warm and smiling face for everyone to see; that's the grass, it is bright green, and these are new flowers growing up from the dirt. Inside its much more dark, darker than it looks from outside. Only a little light comes in through the windows, it can be very scary. Very scary, when it gets dark inside; even though it's a lovely house, and looks so nice from outside. In the dark all the monsters come out, they hide in the light pretending to be curtains, and chairs, and sometimes they hide in people too. There are no bright flowers inside, and the suns big bright smile is harder to see; this is our living room, but sometimes there's no one in it, there are some corners we aren't allowed to go. In that corner is our play pen, all the light shines in through the top and the sides; sometimes you can see shadows on the side; the shadows of mummy and daddy as they walk past, the shadows of the grownups. Their shadows sometimes look bigger than they are. Sometimes we peer over the edge, and look out at the living room, where all the grownups are. We can watch them, we can see them, we can see much more than their shadows. They teach us all we know. We learn and we remember. We always remember. We see everything. We remember everything. Can you see?
"Baby"
I haven't yet been born
but theres already something wrong.
I have ten fingers and toes and a tiny nose
that might not have ever been seen
you created me
you made me
and already you hate me
why ?
mummy cares
and was willing to share
but you want it all for yourself
why ?
your touch is cold as you hold me
even through the first blanket of warmth I've felt
I can't see your face
I can't make out detail
but I know I just don't believe your smile
how can you feel pride and anything good toward me when you tried to kill me through mummy ?
you've already set my mode to mummy's girl
thank you daddy you've taught me to hate already
but i know that feeling won't stay long
now please, put me back in mummy's arms and leave
Unit 1 Animation
Hi guys. This is the image I drew for Unit 1, completed.
I used dark colours on Medea to represent her darkened soul and emotions, and kept the children in white - going along with our theme of an untarnished environment and innosense. The two figures in the box are Jason and his new bride, somewhere else other than where Medea is.
I hope it may help other groups for stimulus. X
Wednesday, November 4, 2009
Abstract forms: Saw this modern Dance solo, it's incredible, I think. Food for thought regarding movement
love x
Tuesday, November 3, 2009
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