The Girl and the Pig

My new artistic obsession is currently the title of this post. The Girl and the Pig is the story of a young girl who has been exiled and labeled an outcast from society because of her differences. These differences being her ability to speak and the small plush pig she carries around with her. I have no idea how I came up with this idea, honestly it sort of just happened. I suppose when I'm writing a film I have to centre it around what actors I can use, the main ones being myself, Bridgette and her younger sister Eleanor. It's good really because all three of us do like acting and since we all know each other acting together is easy. So whenever I write I use Eleanor as a kind of focus. If I can create a character centred around her I feel as though I'll have more success in creating one, basically because I feel more inclined to continue writing if I know I can actually finish it.

The Girl and the Pig will be filmed in black and white to the sounds of Bauhaus and Radiohead, with flashbacks in old film and another character called Beastgirl, played by Bridgette Brown. It's only going to be short. I went to a seminar in June at Supanova about film and I was told that the best way to start is with Shortfilms, so this is what this is, a really really short film. I can picture it only being 10-15 minutes long. It isn't the kind of story that doesn't need to be long. It begins with the girl leaving society, being alone and confused and remembering how she came to leave (through flashbacks). Then she meets the Beastgirl, and she realises that she isn't the only one alone, and she can be happy living like this. But she is still tormented and with an odd understanding the Beastgirl comforts her and she comes to accept what society is and becomes a beast to the modern world; something hiding in the bush, watching.

Obviously I know it's going to be hard to convey that particular idea onto screen but it'll be fun to try!

We're going to try and film some time in November, after our exams.

I met you at the blood bank

Well I met you at the blood bank
We were looking at the bags
Wondering if any of the colors
Matched any of the names we knew on the tags

You said "see look thats yours!
Stacked on top with your brother's
See how the resemble one another
Even in their plastic little covers"

And I said I know it well

That secret that you knew
But don't know how to tell
It fucks with your honor
And it teases your head
But you know that its good girl
Cos its running you with red

Then the snow started falling
We were stuck out in your car
You were rubbing both of my hands
Chewing on a candy bar

You said "'aint this just like the present
To be showing up like this"
AS a moon waned to crescent
We started to kiss

And I said I know it well

That secret that we know
That we don't know how to tell
I'm in love with your honor
I'm in love with your cheeks
What's that noise up the stairs babe?
Is that Christmas morning creaks?

And I said I know it well

I know it well ...

Bon Iver

How It Ends

Hold your grandmother's Bible to your breast.
Gonna put it to the test.
You want it to be blessed.
And in your heart,
You know it to be true,
You know what you gotta do.
They all depend on you.
And you already know.
Yeah, you already know how this will end.

There is no escape,
From the slave-catchers' songs.
For all of the loved ones gone.
Forever's not so long.
And in your soul,
They poked a million holes.
But you never lettem show.
C'mon it's time to go.



And
You
Already know.
Yeah, you already know

How this will end.

Tornado

You grow, you roar
Although disguised
I know you

You'll learn to know

You grow, you grow like tornado
You grow from the inside
Destroy everything through
Destroy from the inside
Erupt like volcano
You flow through the inside
You kill everything through
You kill from the inside

You'll...
You'll learn to know

I wonder if I'm allowed ever to see
I wonder if I'm allowed to ever be free

You sound so blue
You now are gloom

You're now so blue
You now are gloom

I wonder if I'm allowed just ever to be

New favourite artist,
truly beautiful

On the Bright Side

Isn't it a funny thing. I don't really want to learn any language that a majority of some place actually knows, but one that was invented around 1930-1950 and that only really appears in a series of books written by J.R.R. Tolkien and an epic movie series directed by Peter Jackson. Yes I am talking about Middle Earth and yes I am talking about the language of the elves. Elvish.
If anyone was interested, that is an example of Sindarin Mode. I think anyway. It's to do with the vowels I have learnt from a very brilliant site. To study Tengwar. And in case anyone was wondering, Elvish is not as easy as it looks. If you think it's simple, you know, learning an alphabet and then writing it, you are COMPLETELY wrong. It's complicated and it's not just single letters. One character could mean three letters together, or three different letters. The dots and dashes you can see above are the marks of the vowels. You can tell it's Sindarin they appear after the constanants.

Actually, scratch that. it might be Quenya.

Honestly, I really have no idea what I'm going on about. Please pay no attention to me.

Now lets get to the point of today's morning post and say:
Today I am going to On the Bright Side. for all of you who don't it is a festival based in Perth, Western Australia. And guess who's going to be there?

MUMFORD AND SONS!

Thought you might like to know.

I can feel them, crawling inside my brain...

Eyes from the tree take me down the way

Red riders of the dark
Help me through this maze
Do you know, mister, of this place?
Do you know, mister?
No time to waste

Won't you help me be on my way?
Won't you help me be on my way?
So I can set me free

Saw murder in her eyes
The dark of a thousand crows
Cold thriller in disguise
Blue shadows stitched to her toes

Do you know, mister, of this place?
Do you know, mister?
No time to waste

There's propergand for everyman
On the paperstand you know
When will the spinsters face
Let give that twist of grace you know

Do you know, mister, of this place?
Do you know, mister?
No time to waste

I don't ever want to leave music behind.

Namárië

Boy & Bear

I don't suppose it is impossible to fall in love with nothing.
I think defying the odds encourages my insanity.