Scared New World

Did you know?

There was a time when strangers

shook hands every time they met someone new.

That people used to pack themselves shoulder-to-shoulder

in halls and arenas to see a concert or a game.

 

Did you know?

We didn’t always wear a mask and gloves

when we had to go outside.

There wasn’t always glass between us muffling conversations

at the bank or at the store.

Did you know?

 

The restaurants used to be so crowded

you could barely hear the people you sat with.

That people gathered in bars to drink and enjoy

the company of people they didn’t know.

Did you know?

 

It wasn’t always a crime to cough or sneeze in public.

That work wasn’t always done from home.

That movies weren’t always watched on the couch.

Did you know?

 

That we used to have something called “freedom”.

That we didn’t always have to carry papers proving we were immune,

Or let the government trace our every move.

Did you know?

 

The news wasn’t always bad.

That you used to be able to visit grandma and grandpa

without being afraid.

That there wasn’t always fear of a kiss or a hug.

Did you know?

 

That farmers and simple men once fought the largest

army on the globe to give us everything

we surrendered in an instant without a fight.

Did you know?

 

Are these the questions our children will ask their own?

While they are living life through a screen,

a part of our scared new world?

Did you know?

 

Preserve the Patina

Within you it breathes,

Beaten but strengthened,

Bloodied but mending,

Tired but restless,


Hidden somewhere behind

Deep-tinted windows,

Basking in what

little light shines through.

 

What is shattered

is not broken,

But instead

sits in waiting to be built anew.

 

Open that window,

All ye battered souls,

And feel again

The warmth of the sun.

when I listen to too much Fleetwood Mac

they say not to invest too much of yourself

in your possessions and instead to invest in people.

though sometimes I find it hard to believe,

at least the things you own can never leave,

while those people in which you invest

more often than not leave a hole in your chest,

She asks me

boy, why do you wear that frown?

the rock on which I used to lean

now just weighs me down.

at night it feels like my heart could bleed

so i’ll sit tight and smoke my weed.

I miss you now

but not like before.

my chest aches knowing

I have to close the door.

An Adaptation

For my media writing class I was assigned the task of writing an adapted version of a scene from a short story we read in class. I had group members, two of them actually. We didn’t swap phone numbers in class though so we had zero means of communication. Group projects are always fun.

7 paragraphs to 7 pages. The story is titled, “Love is a Fallacy” by Max Shulman.

Love is a Fallacy (Scene 4)

A little bit more…

One of the main reasons I created this blog would be to have a place to display my stories and projects. What projects you might ask?

This explanation requires some backtracking…

I love movies. In my eyes, film is the perfect art form. It combines all elements of art and produces masterpieces…some of the time. Unfortunately, those in control in Hollywood have become so befuddled by their own desire to make money, that much of what the average consumer can see in their local theater is only a small step above a heaping pile of shit. Thankfully, there still exists a group of people who are determined to continue sharing beautiful pieces of film with the world, independent filmmakers. This does not go to say that there are no longer any big shots in Hollywood that produce great films. Martin Scorsese, Steven Spielberg, Quentin Tarantino, Peter Jackson, The Coen Brothers, Christopher Nolan…the list could go on for longer than I am willing to type. In fact, shitty movies are hardly ever the fault the artists at hand. The money hungry production seem to be the ones that have given rise to the endless sequels, receptive comedies, and flat-out boring melodramas that flood our theaters every week. I could rant for pages about what I call “Hollywood Bullshit”, but that would be moving away from the point of this post.

Back to my projects. I am currently finishing my first year at California State University, Long Beach, an institution I entered with the intention of pursuing a career in the sciences. It only took me one semester of strictly sciences classes to realize that the lack of creativity and passion involved in thermochemistry and the categorization of living organisms would soon drive me insane. It wasn’t the science of Biology I was interested in, it was aesthetics of Life. My mistake.

So I took the advice of every great man and woman before and began to study the thing I am most passionate about. Now I am enrolled in the College of Arts, with a goal of attaining a Bachelor’s degree in Film and Electronic Arts. The same degree held by Steven Spielberg. I guess my only issue is that I really have never explored making my own films, and quite frankly I really don’t know where to begin. Finally, this where my projects fall into place. This will be the home of the things I begin to film. So this blog is not only my perspective, but a beginning to what I hope will be the rest of my life, and that really is a terrifying thought.


 

” I dream for a living.”

-Steven Speilberg