WEBSITE: www.getonscreen.com...
LOCATION: Kenya, Africa
RECORDS: 20
LATEST RECORD: over 2 years ago
JOINED: November 23, 2009
LOCATION: Kenya, Africa
RECORDS: 20
LATEST RECORD: over 2 years ago
JOINED: November 23, 2009
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I may at some point add audio/video to this - if I get brave :) For now - some words to describe the Morgan M. journey of amazingness: Morgan M. Morgansen was borne out of Albert’s Bring Your Own Words collaboration. I have always ‘brought my own words’, partly through never remembering the right ones, partly through an inherent playfulness when it came to the English language, and the collab idea reminded me of this aspect of myself. I wondered whether it was something I could do. I started writing Morgan Part 1 without much of a plan, but somehow he emerged, on a dreary Tuesday in the office where I ‘work’. And not for many years have I felt such joy in writing. I write scripts quite often but I hadn’t written a short story since I was a teenager, thinking I was unable, but this seemed to just fall out of me, effortless, an absolute pleasure to write. I wanted to reveal the hidden truth behind words, to make an accessible and surprisingly understandable piece of writing using almost entirely non-existing words. In this way, the reader could revel in their unravelling of meaning. But I didn’t want to rely totally on the oddness of the words to carry the story – I also wanted to make sure that I created characters the reader would care about and a story that was emotive, relatable and satisfying. I wanted to put smiles on faces. I hope I have. So, I wrote and RECorded two tales concerning Morgan M. Morgansen and he sat happily in the archives for some months. I was entirely pleased with the responses; the story put Joe in mind of a real life John Lennon RECord, and this alone was totally mindblowing. But then, Joe’s call went out; he was looking for writing, and mushr, the ever lovely and encouraging mushr , said she would love to hear a reading of Morgan Part 2. Joe obliged and the response was just incredible; drawings by Jenyffer, animations by Tori, ladies I am just in awe of. And from there the deluge began, well over a hundred RECords (which goodgirl indie kindly managed) in total of all shapes and sizes, all kinds of different viewpoints, styles and readings, music by KamPAIGN, Madrond and others. I am not ashamed to say I became an obsessive follower of the Morgan story, finding solace in the way he and his world seemed to have inspired and touched people. Let’s just say it’s lucky my boss couldn’t see my screen when all this was unfolding. :) Animations cropped up, a live action version, and then, the amazing monochromatic spine created by Joe and Lula, an utterly delightful and hilarious interpretation of the words. After this, things became even more surreal. I introduced Lawrie Brewster to the site. He thought he could add something visually, but I don’t think anyone realised just how much he could add. Using the numerous, incredible contributions, he began to build a lush decoupage of a dreamlike edit. His screenshot teasers were truly beautiful, and the ultimate first draft edit did not disappoint. I watched it about 5 times in a row the second it was finished, finding new gorgeous detail every time. This film was so much more beautiful than I could ever have imagined. And today the video became the most viewed RECord ever. I can’t describe just how happy this whole organic, Morganic process has made me. It has had a profound effect on my life; my motivation, my confidence and given me huge hope for a future of creativity and expression where I assumed such a future was, at best, unlikely. This site is a true gem; and a solid, tangible example of the great, mostly untapped potential of the internet. I have sat here in Dublin, Ireland, in my little flat and watched worlds evolve based on the ideas in my head, seen huge talent mobilised and recorded, remixed and refined into something truly inspiring. It has been the most rewarding experience of my life and I honestly don’t know how I can ever thank you all, especially Joe, for the privilege of being a part of this. I just can't wait to see what's next. Earnestly, truly, by heart: THANK YOU!! <3 |
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Or, you know, a bit of fun :) Icy, icy, snowy snap Fall I do, feet go flap Face goes flop, Ouch down drop, Slidey slushy, slippy slop. |
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Short monologue script about a broken man. Please make this somebody - would be so easy peasy! Ps. Sorry about dodgy formatting INT. DULL SITTING ROOM - NIGHT JOHN, 25, gaunt, sits on a battered old sofa in a messy, characterless room, talks directly to us it seems. JOHN I had a soul once. But I lost it down the back of the sofa. I guess I could reach in and try get it back, but it’s so crumby down there... John peers at the cushions, scrunches up his nose. JOHN Anyway it’s probably all squished - covered in old food and anonymous hair. I don’t miss it that much to be honest. In fact I can’t say I notice a difference...which makes me wonder...is a soul like an appendix? An evolutionary remnant on it’s way out the Darwinian door? Maybe the soulless are the fittest, the survivors. Makes sense. Well...sorta... does it? I lost some brain cells in a bottle of vodka last night. Definitely won’t be getting those back...but then I have this tendency to overthink things...a few less synapses firing might not be so bad. Tiny pistols going off, disturbing my lovely half-coma. John drifts off for a second, lost in nostalgia. JOHN Anyway I’m here to tell you about my heart. Had this habit of wearing it on my sleeve, see. Bad idea. Automatic doors slammed shut on it - crushed the thing - just like that. If I had a soul I think I’d miss my heart a little. We had some good times me and it. Bad times too - sure - but when we got on a roll? Boy oh boy did we ride that wave... John shares a warm, fuzzy moment with himself. Happy nostalgia this time. Then his face turns sober again. JOHN Sometimes I think I could have put it back together - my heart. It happened on the tube. On a Tuesday. On my way to work. Is it me or do these sorts of things always happen on a Tuesday? SLAM went the automatic doors. SPLAT went my ventricles. An audible gasp in the carriage as commuters cringed. The thing went limp first, then dropped off. Was too embarrassed to claim it - it looked so sad - all deflated and limp on the formica floor. John holds his chest, longing, looks at the floor as if his heart were there now. JOHN I mean I tried to save it. I really did. I stayed on the train ’til I was the only passenger left and, stealthily, bent down to pick the battered, trampled organ up, but, slimy with blood, it slid the whole way cross the carriage, out the automatic doors and down the gap. John mimes the sliding heart with a flattened hand. Watches the imaginary object slip out of his grasp. JOHN Gone. He takes a moment to contemplate this. He straightens himself up. JOHN Which is why, Laura, me and you can never happen. It’s too late for this hollow shell. Save yourself. Go find someone whole. If there’s anyone left. John gets up off the sofa and walks towards a camera sitting opposite him on a tripod, recording. He stops dead, puts his face to camera. JOHN Oh. And Happy Birthday. John hits the record button. Recording stops with a BEEP |
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Been in a horror writing mood lately and Lindseyd's Creepy Doll inspired me to write a poem for it! In case you can't see the text on the image - here it is: Tumbling ringlets, pale strung gold Will draw you to her sweet, sharp cold. Glassy eyed, she’ll grab your lungs And steal your breath And tie your tongue Porcelain, her skin, like cream Will brush your cheek in honeyed dreams She’ll fill you up, then drain you dry And break your will And black your sky |
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Hey guys! Thanks for everyone posting in the other thread where I've hosted version 1! However I felt it was appropriate that people should be able to download the film uploaded here on hit record so its more easily downloadable as a resource, and is searchable in the database!
I am currently writing an epic essay about the work flow, which ill be adding to this thread once the films uploaded! Im posting parts of it on the old thread for the film, but i'll be shifting them over here!
Im so grateful to the artists whose work i was able to use, and to whom I could contribute! Metaphorest, Jenyffer, Lula and Joe and everyone just blew me away.
When I see what people are making here, and are aspiring too (me too!) I think wow, this is the kind of work i enjoy - to me this art, is what entertains me. To see us work together and develop ever more ambitious projects that Hit Record can eventually share with the world, to eventually become self sustaining - is one of the most exciting things ive seen occur in the creative industries.
So im waffling there - but exciting times!
Version 2 - will be including a number of graphic improvements, extra shots here and there, particularly to credits! Ive asked for ideas and suggestions in the last thread but deffo port them over here and ill give them a good consider!
I am currently writing an epic essay about the work flow, which ill be adding to this thread once the films uploaded! Im posting parts of it on the old thread for the film, but i'll be shifting them over here!
Im so grateful to the artists whose work i was able to use, and to whom I could contribute! Metaphorest, Jenyffer, Lula and Joe and everyone just blew me away.
When I see what people are making here, and are aspiring too (me too!) I think wow, this is the kind of work i enjoy - to me this art, is what entertains me. To see us work together and develop ever more ambitious projects that Hit Record can eventually share with the world, to eventually become self sustaining - is one of the most exciting things ive seen occur in the creative industries.
So im waffling there - but exciting times!
Version 2 - will be including a number of graphic improvements, extra shots here and there, particularly to credits! Ive asked for ideas and suggestions in the last thread but deffo port them over here and ill give them a good consider!
I like this place.
I put this intro together for that Sundance thing... also hoping to further inspire you guys as to what you can do with the content that's available here. Making this was fun just because of the massive repository of cool shit that's available here. You guys are awesome.
Thanks everyone!
-TanjaTHEAwesome
I put this intro together for that Sundance thing... also hoping to further inspire you guys as to what you can do with the content that's available here. Making this was fun just because of the massive repository of cool shit that's available here. You guys are awesome.
Thanks everyone!
-TanjaTHEAwesome
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To my girl on her birthday Today is my girls birthday and this is a love letter to her. She's 98% perfect to me, and no, the 2% is not the part that disagrees with me. I adore that she stands up for herself...but on with my thoughts... My girl was conceived stubborn. I'm serious. I was on three types of birth control when I conceived her and her twin. Not knowing I was pregnant I worked 20 hour days in the cannery in Valdez. I started getting suspicious, but, working so hard doesn't really give you much room for deep thought. My girl remained stubborn. I lost the twin just about the time I accepted I was pregnant. I was sad, but not unduly so. It wasn't meant to be. We were so poor, working so hard...for gosh sakes we were living in a tent at the time. It was high summer by then and I was taking allergy meds and drinking a lot. Not because I'm a big drinker but because when you are only getting four to six hours a sleep a day and don't use drugs or smoke pot like the other cannery workers you need something to help you relax. But my girl was still there. Apparently she decided to send me a clue. I started vomiting a lot. A LOT. Since I was in my second trimester this was a bit unusual for a pregnant person, and besides, as I told my doctor, I wasn't pregnant anymore. So we looked for other things. Just before they were going to do a dye test the doctor decided to do a pregnancy test to be on the safe side. As soon as the test results came back...I stopped vomiting. She held out against disease. My OB was terrible. At my first check up he said that I shouldn't gain any weight. At five foot nine and 180 lbs "Most obese women miscarry." He told me. He also did a blood test that came back positive for toxoplasmosis, a disease that put both myself and the baby at risk, and decided not to share that information with me or take any precautions. (The disease manifested in my eye, and I told the doctor I was seeing 'flocks of sparrows' out of the corner of my eye in January, he told me that 'eye problems are normal for pregnancy' without ever looking at it. I had a cut in my eye and the 'sparrows' were blood and pus floaters. I had my girl in April, and wasn't treated til August. I have only peripheral vision in that eye now due to scar tissue.) Because of the disease calcium deposits formed in the placenta. My girl was born stubborn. Not really sure when she was conceived we weren't really sure when she was going to be born. Any time between March and May was a crap shoot. On April 15th her father and I got in a big fight. We fought all night and made up around five in the morning. Around five thirty the first contraction hit. I started to fall back asleep and about six the next one hit. About the time he got up for work I was pretty sure this was the real deal. All day I had her banging on the door to be let out... but she was stuck. I called the hospital and told them the baby was stuck, but since I was a first time mother they didn't believe me. On the 17th I'd had enough of calling them and them telling me to wait. I was done waiting, and so was my girl. We arrived at 11 am and my doctor was upset that I got there just before lunch. (Such a lovely man, no?) "Call me when she's ready." He said and left. Got undressed, got on the bed, nurse checks out what's going on and said...."Oh, your rimmed." A slip of a finger and my girl was down and out the chute at 11:30. My girl was holding out for a reason... The cord was wrapped around her neck twice and being rimmed saved her life. With the hospital telling me to wait all those times I would have had her at home and we wouldn't have known what to do with a purple non-breathing baby. The medical team quickly got her breathing and whisked her away. Stubbornness continued... After she was all cleared they brought her to me and I learned how to feed her and checked her out. Mine, mine, mine... She was funny looking with a sunrise stork bite on her eye and one between her eyes...sort of like a spider monkey in form and figure...but mine. At least for the moment. We had decided to give her up and had a family picked out. Her father changed his mind at the last moment, literally, and I was so happy he did, though I knew we'd be poor for the rest of our lives. Because they were monitoring her they took her back to the nursery...but that didn't last long. In a sound sleep my phone in my room started to ring...It was the nursery. "Can we bring her to your room, she's keeping the other babies awake." They said. They wheeled her bassinet into my room and I put down the guard rail so I could sleep with one hand on her back. This quieted her and she slept soundly after that. She just wanted me as much as I wanted her. Now's she's all grown up and I haven't seen her in two years. I missed her wedding even since I was down here taking care of my own mother. But she still makes my heart sing, and whenever I talk to her or even see her photograph I feel so much joy to have her in my life. Happy birthday, my beautiful stubborn girl. |
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