Tag Archives: Writing

GET NEWS:

SYSTEM UPDATE, LOG 2014/APRIL/7:

LOGO
logo for the clickbliss site

NEW INFO:

*Via the magic of 3DS Streetpass and Twitter I’ve managed to secure a paying job writing about videogames. Indeed. You can catch me writing copy over at GamerTell now. I’ll be doing news, previews, reviews, and the occasional feature.

*In a similar vein, I’ve started up clickbliss with a few friends. We’ll be looking to write about games, technology, music, and culture. At the moment the site is still under construction and without content, but we’ve set our Twitter, Facebook, Youtube, and Soundcloud up for action as well. I’ll be acting as editor-in-chief, systems manager, social media editor, as well as doing art and all the techy nonsense. So basically this should prove to be a lot of work. Material will be rolling in soon.

*I’m working on two tarot based projects in my spare time:
-One is a card game that I’m the process of fleshing out the rules to. After there is a solid foundation I hope to create some cards and playtest it.
-The other is a set of stories titled THE FORTUNE TELLER which revolve around a lot of mythological elements. While I initially intended to write it as a set of poems in the style of “From the Mouth of the Stars” the plot and backstories are starting to become detailed to the point where I’m considering writing it instead a set of stylized short stories. So far there are many moons, civilizations rising and falling, nymphs, the world tree and all manner of nonsense going on.

That’s all for now. I’ll be hoping to be updating this with more detailed progress reports and previews of my work, and perhaps some more art or comics soon.
As always you can look for me on all the nonsense social media channels, which are also annoyingly attached to the sidebar on the right there.

child,

they call me prophet
talent
all puzzle, kid Hughes
modern day Langston
speaks of rivers
my Harlem is the Nile
I
lie down in shadow
bathe in Brooks (,) Gwendolyn
take a look
as I lurk late, strike straight
sing sin praises
hang ups
as i write persuasion

turn coat as i
learn to be Black
faces, traces
of color running  up my hands
borders bleeding
I’ve conceded
that my conceit
is no more than the others
brothers
in awe at this wash of talent
less bodies able more
minds in need of action
aspirin addled acetate against
needles scratching
skin deep
web wasted minds
no love.

I am Picasso’s blue mood.

and he said:

eyes i cannot see
for haze
covers them
with dreamday stanzas
or poetry once
written of fall
when autumn leaves
hold memories
drawn poster thick in hideous
scrawls upon your body i’ve
lost at sea the perfect
lips pressed upon
my beached feelings
tangled seaweed drowned
in foam and kisses
upon my crown
that hold up sky scraper’s
glass clouds
my vision rain slicked
wet hair with fingers fit
necks kissed
you at the place where we once
twisted our limbs into wood knots
in the fibers that held our
perfect words
we never said
the lips to the chest through
the canals of you ear
lay your hands on me
hear
lay your lover to rest.

“Spring Break Forever.”

Spring Breakers is a movie that makes it hard for me to divorce my distaste for the subject matter from the film itself. The ritual of party excess that makes up spring break and the college lifestyle has never appealed to me, and by necessity the film is something that absolutely revels in it. Opening with and repeatedly returning to montages of slow motion debauchery, the movie is undoubtedly aiming to draw in the party crowd that revels in much of the same.

Fine. Whatever. While at a base level I can enjoy the voyeuristic appeal of it, it’s not enough to sustain an entire plot. Enter the main characters, a group of college girls looking to get away from the mundane reality of university and escape to color and life of spring break. Selena Gomez plays a Faith, who, if her name hasn’t tipped you off, is “the good girl”, heavyhandedly shown by her attendance at prayer group and the cross she carries around. Her casting her feels sadly predictable. While she doesn’t seem to be fit for any of the roles of the other girls, the role does little to help her break away from the good girl teen star persona that she inevitably built with her previous roles, particularly the Disney channel ones.

Vanessa Hudgens, Ashley Benson, Rachel Korine play the rest of the girls, each an interchangeable party girl with a loose sense of morality. These characters are equally as telegraphed, with nearly every shot of them having them engaged in some form of debauchery, and Faith’s peers from the prayer group making ugly comments about them. Nevertheless, Faith is old friends with them, and is heart set on breaking out of the monotony of her life and seeing something different. When they find that they don’t have nearly enough money to make the trip, the three girls put on their “bad bitch” personas and independent of Faith rob a diner with realistic squirt guns to get the money.

Things go south when they reach Florida, and not only in terms of location. After an initial wave of partying and bonding, the girls find themselves in jail and subsequently get bailed out by “Alien”, a local gangster and amateur rapper, played convincingly by James Franco, who then ropes them into the criminal underworld.

Franco’s portrayal of Alien is problematic, as while he convincingly steps into the role of Alien, the character himself isn’t that likeable. Alien comes from a rough background and as he explains it, “your typical story,” and that’s the character in a nutshell. While he later shows off his human side in his own way, Alien is a person obsessed with the gangster lifestyle to the point of becoming a caricature of it. Drugs, money, girls, and guns all present. His speech is also perfectly over the top, with some verses thrown in for his poignant moments which provide a facsimile of the empty lyrical style that gangsta rappers, especially amateur ones, put out.

The criminal underworld itself gives the movie a feeling that brings to mind the atmosphere of Drive, which is further accentuated by the similar Florida location, neon night life, and soundtrack provided in part by Cliff Martinez, who also contributed to Drive. This time however, the underworld is visualized not through a mafia lens, but one of gangsta culture, its worship of excess crossing over naturally with that of spring break. Like Drive, Spring Breakers uses this push into underworld territory to not only raise the stakes but to also push the characters to a state where they must confront their flaws and inner desires. Faith is predictably the first to go, unsettled by the affections of Alien and his foreign world, which leaves a significant part of the movie to focus on the exploits of Alien and the rest of the girls. The further escalation causes one of the other girls to leave as well, while the other two become further absorbed into their bad girl personas.

Like the girls themselves, the film seems to be caught up in a desire to capture and freeze the spring break moments forever. While the repetition of various visuals and sounds provides a contrast between different points in their trip, eventually it begins to wear thin. Constantly flashing back to drug and alcohol hazed party scenes and Alien’s wistful chant of “Spring break. Spring break forever,” this desire becomes almost obsessive and ultimately causes both the characters and the film itself to break down.

Too much time is spent obsessing over the haze of debauchery that it becomes dead space in the movie, empty time in between moments where the plot final begins to move forward. It’s a shame, because underneath the initially shallow premise there are glimpses of what the movie could have become, if only the heavyhanded treatment of the themes and lurid obsession with the subject matter had been dialed back a bit and focused. Spring Breakers brings such a strong visual and aural treatment to what is essentially an empty story.

LET’S GO PAYDAY!

I’m going to start the daily writing habit again. I find it hard to get motivated most days, and I find that sometimes you can’t wait for inspiration to hit you, or the attention that you need to find you’ve got to work and push through it. Likely that means this space will be getting a bit more personal, and a bit less professional. Considering that I’ve been posting near pornographic absolutely not safe for work art however, that seems to be a moot point. 

So let’s do it!

twenty one years, three months.

Over three months ago, before my  twenty second birthday, I came up with an idea for a story that dealt with some subjects I keep a bit close to my heart.

Initially, I wanted to create something full of dialogue in order to work on what I perceive to be a weakness of mine. In order to this I needed to populate the story with a few characters to interact with each other, as opposed to the more introspective or intimate character dramas I tend to focus on. As I created these characters and their situations I started to veer towards topics in my subconscious, bringing them out consciously to create a subtext to the story that I didn’t initially set out to create. The end result is a story focusing on a twenty one year old girl, her unorthodox living situation, and her interactions with the people around her. I specifically wrote the character from a female point of view because I’ve always felt uncomfortable doing so. That said, I didn’t want to simply write a character and make then slap her gender on. I didn’t want to create a story that focused entirely on the aspect of her either. What I wanted was simply to create a story with a dialogue around the character that would also give some insight into what it was like to live as her.

I eschewed a lot of the more detailed and poetic language that I typically use as well. It felt unnatural to do so if I was speaking from a character’s point of view. I used simple descriptions of actions, attempting to make them as direct as I could, and left out statements that I felt gave to much insight into a character’s mind or state instead opting to attempt to make that clear through the dialogue. While I’m unsure if I was able to create an illusion of personality for each character, the end result does feel much more eventful and interactive than my typical work.

The full version should be up within the day, or the next.

letters for June, for which there are no replies.

Black Lion Theatre. I can see the screen from here. Phone numbers coming on, sex, brunettes, blue panties and rolled up stockings. I get a double text that reads “..ever”. She’s not coming, is she?

The sky is an eye of fire, as if God is making himself known. A new number from the other. An overlong explanation I can’t make out. I think she’s moving away with him. Should I call?

—–

I originally intended to create an interactive Twine story revolving around my thoughts around this time last year, but instead I’ve taken those and created a small journal online of abstract tidbits coming from then. I’m hoping that as these letters continue a story will begin to form and a character will be created.

You can find it here:
http://blackliontheatre.tumblr.com/

theatre

I’ll update you with major events as the story progresses. By answering questions on the site events may change as well.