Particularly in the final stages I always find that I'm rushed. It's dangerous when you're rushed in the editing stage, most of my early films are flawed in the cutting.
quote by Satyajit Ray
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Stages Of Development
Every life goes through stages,
stages of development.
It starts with our birth,
the first stage in our lives,
and ends with our death,
the final stage when we
evolve to a higher plane.
Each stage along our journey
prepares us for our final stage
and the journey
that has to be taken by us all.
18 February 2008
poem by David Harris
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Inheriting A Confusion....
when we go back to
a place
we think sometimes
that it
will only be for a while
a few days
hence
you want to go again somewhere
wanting
to remember someone else
for someone
when we return it is because we
want to begin again
but in so doing
we want to leave again
i do not really understand
what i am at
i remember father when he rushed us
early that day
to ozamis
when we reached there just when the sun
was about to set
we rushed again
back home
he was not drunk
what i still remember is that confusion in his face
it is now
mine.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Aaditya Hridayam
On that early winter morning
The sun and I wiggled our way
Cutting through the placenta
To touch the earth to begin
Yet another play of maya
In that hazy half darkness
The thoughts of a life lived
Rushed across the by-lanes
Of unfathomable memory
Where were you?
Where are you?
I try in vain resurrecting
The faded memory
How it eludes me on this earth...!
In my tears of joy and sorrow
I offer the sun born with me
On that early winter
A holy bath ever since
poem by Indira Babbellapati
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TEST: Listening part
My mind was blocked by the hardness of ears
My brain was half shut when I tried to understand
All I heard just became noise
The sound of meaningless voice
Time rushed problems rushed tension
So I grabbed every spider's silk reached
To get my point from
Listening
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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In Midst of Crowd
I found her in midst of crowd
She was about to raise her voice loud
She was asking for help to come
I rushed to her to welcome
She was my dream girl for years
I was desperate for her voice to hear
I rushed toward and reached near
She was about to yell with fear
She was afraid and looked apparent
I was in no mood to comment
I got hold of her and took out from rush
She failed to follow as faced with crowd’s push
I find her exactly the same
I did not ask her name
“Esther is my name” invaded gentle smile
I was lost in memory meanwhile
I found her very much pleasing
Not a single unpleasant word or teasing
So far I had gone for chasing
She was right before me and facing
I know and can read many things
But it lacks specials mention with something
I stared at her asked for permission to live
Her eyes remained wide and refused to believe
Today I look back and memorize
The sun looks beautiful in early morning rise
I am told one must act wise
Not to take steps in haste and summarize
I have before me a reality and future
I am confident and very sure
I don’t know how far it will take
But destiny will surely wait it to make
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Editing is the only process. The shooting is the pleasant work. The editing makes the movie, so I spend all my life in editing.
quote by Garry Marshall
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There are many stages to a man's life. In the first stage, he is young and eager, like a beaver. In the second stage, he wants to build things, like dams, and maybe chew down some trees. In the third stage, he feels trapped, and then 'skinned.'' I'm not sure what the fourth stage is.
Jack Handey in Deep Thoughts
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Love Letters
As
children
we played
on the
beach.
gathering
shells
for our
collections.
Leaving
love
let ters
in the
sand.
the tide
rushed
in
many times
lately
I returned
seeking
the
letters.
for some
reason
they could
not be
found.
the beach
a blank
slate.
an angry
tide had
rushed in
destroying
our love
letters.
forever
lost in
the sand.
poem by Heather Burns
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ACROSTIC (Storm)
Suddenly Autumn is done and over with, all
too soon. A storm packing SNOW waits just
over the horizon and it makes for
rushed and hurried preparations;
most folks are not ready for Winter so early.
poem by Carolyn Brunelle
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Each department of knowledge passes through three stages. The theoretic stage; the theological stage and the metaphysical or abstract stage.
quote by Auguste Comte
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The Warmth Of The Will
the days passed
they all rushed
as though someone is
dying and we all want
to save him
we do not notice the
markings on the walls
the strips of paper on
the pavements
we all rushed
because life is waiting
when we reached there
the gloom is growing
and we begin to ask
why and where and when
the moment came when
breathing stops
like an edge of a ruler
where measure is cut
we paused and that was the
time when we all begin to
stop thinking
about the where the when and the
why
what was important has become
insignificant
like air or sunlight or dew
or grass for the goats
or river for the horse
o twig for the dragonfly
the reason has gone like mist
upon the hill
it has surrendered to the
warmth of the will.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Make Some Sense Of It
Love runs in circles, it's a game of hearts
It's a long shot gamble few can win
After the third time you've been torn apart
You swear you won't be fooled again
But loves a joy that can't be rushed
It lifts you up when it's all too much
We can join the numbers, we can call it quits
Or tough it out
Make some sense of it.
Remember how it was when we began
Young lovers taking on the world
If there's a place for us to start again
I believe its time to take the turn.
But loves a joy that can't be rushed
It lifts you up when it's all too much
We can talk it over, we can call it quits
Let's you and me
Make some sense of it.
With every moment passing by
Were just wastin time
When we're not together
This is the first day of our life
When we're here today, we're livin without
It's time to make it right
Loves a joy that can't be rushed
It lifts you up when the pains too much
We can talk it over, we can call it quits
Or tough it out, make some sense of it
We can make some sense of it
We can talk it over
Or we can call it quits
We can make some sense of it
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Green Eyed Monster
I met my Green eyed monster
while out the other night.
I thought I'd seen my husband
holding another woman to him tight!
I rushed on over to confront him
but when I got close to see
It was just my Green eyed monster
showing me things to trouble me.
The man and women glared at me
as if to say, 'What's Up? '
Embarassed that I even thought that he
could have ever done of such.
I rushed on home to my surprise
stood my husband to greet me at the door.
I never want to see that Green Eyed monster
In my minds eye evermore!
poem by Linda Winchell
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We were asked to believe that the variety and the novelty of even the crude films of the early days would provide a means of entertainment which would cut out the stage.
quote by Ivor Novello
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Complete Man
Days may pass and so the years
Some words still wait to enter the ears
Gives so much joy and happiness
A meaningful smile rushes on face
I tried to retain childhood
But rushed to youth due to rich food
All changes were taking place
In gradual manner but with rapid pace
Life was open like play ground
So many things were to be found
Destiny was to be shaped
And of course fame and name was to be capped
It was to be done in limited sphere
As nothing was open and looked bare
Something was to be created with tough competition
Life was asking it again and again with repetition
Off sight was not to be allowed
To go off the vision was not be followed
With vigorous drive to achieve the result
Even if was barred by tough challenge or insult
Family was standing like rock behind
But it was me who had to search and find
What was good and what could be found later
If I had to emerge as strong and trend setter
I loved the danger and always rushed
Tried whole heartedly and pushed
To come of victorious and smile gently
As life had tested success recently
I have every reason to feel elated
As strong reasons are now related
I have come off nicely on stage
As so much has been proved with the age
I shall now be called complete man
As it had no short comings of human
I have achieved it within normal capacity
With reasonable means and with fine quality
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Fatally Flawed
Ive become fatally flawed. Like the writing on the prison wall. Forever suppose to walk in failure chin up, and smiling. I feel like dying. I've become so fatally flawed. I feel like its just beneath the skin. An abomination. Please someone i need some intervention. Because I've become so fatally flawed. Every bodies going to the ball. But you just not invited. Like you got a contagious cancer. Its never an easy answer. But I've become flawed. In a depression that continuously spinning. Is this life really worth living. Just make it all go away. I want to feel everything's okay. Because Ive become fatally flawed. My souls dead but my body still moves. Ive become fatally flawed. I'm already dead to you.
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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for Brigs...
when you grieve
for the wrong person
as you rushed
to the morgue and
cried immediately
on that covered body
of a bloated tummy
only to find that
it is not Bing but
someone
whose name
is strange to your
ear,
did you not tell
me that it
was funny?
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Half our life is spent trying to find something to do with the time we have rushed through life trying to save.
quote by Will Rogers
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Those I Pick To Audition To Love
So free I am to mingle,
And I don't feel rushed.
Happily I'm single and I like to touch...
Those I pick to audition to love.
I am free to mingle and I I'm freed to touch.
Happily I'm single and I don't feel rushed...
To have somebody in my life to love.
Or...
That perfect one to fit me like a glove.
Or,
To have that special one near me to rub...
My feet.
Or my head.
Or...
My shoulders and my body when I'm laying in bed.
Or...
Listen with intent to every word I've said.
I am happy as a free bird to fly high as a kite!
And spend my days and nights doing the things I like.
Although I wish the telephone would ring.
To hear a voice to me that only sings.
And it's someone I have yet to have met.
With obscenities spoken in a sweet sexy breath.
I like it to be single and easily teased.
Oh I like it when obscenities are spoken to me...
After 8pm,
And I'm about to fall asleep.
Oh yes I like it,
To be single and be easily teased.
Oh I like it,
When obscenities are spoken to me...
After 8pm,
And I'm about to fall asleep.
So free I am to mingle,
And I don't feel rushed.
Happily I'm single and I like to touch...
Those I pick to audition to love.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Cutting It Fine
The door swings open but you wont go it
You hate the movie that you havent seen
You couldnt see what I have in mind
I see you laughing but youre
Cutting it, cutting it fine
You never should have done those things to me
Theres one thread left tween you and history
And while our temperature is rising high
Im warning you that you are
Cutting it, cutting it fine
Cutting it, cutting it fine...
You gambled all on one important game
Now take the debt and dont complain
Your game was up, I saw it all the time
I saw that vice, girl, youre
Cutting it, cutting it fine
Your sole advisor watch out for yourself
You never listen to anyone else
You were the one who ignored the signs
Dancing on a fine line
Cutting it, cutting it fine
Cutting it, cutting it fine...
song performed by by Asia
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