In bed at night, I could be reading some book, and I'll come across a sentence that's totally unrelated to some scene I did years ago. But I'll play the scene back in my mind and think, I did that wrong - I should've opened the door more slowly.
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I think independent movies are actually very challenging right now, because it was this huge scene and it was great for a few years. Then, it was totally co-opted by the studios. Now, it's become very corporate, the independent scene.
quote by Bob Odenkirk
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Mind Games
Here in the comfort of my bed
I welcome the darkened scene.
For the light of day
has gone away
and my life is not what it seems.
I conjure up pictures in my mind
and wonder what they mean?
They're different from my daytime events,
like a movie on a silver screen.
Mysterious, delirious,
crazy comes to mind,
but in the darkness of my room
it's almost as if I'm blind.
I await this time at the end of my day
to see what games my mind will play?
I turn out the light and say goodnight
and return to the scene in which I play
the starring role
that changes me
from who I am
to the irony
of being something different
in the darkness of the night.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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What I have in advance are people I want to write about and a problem or problems that I see those people encountering and that I want to explore - it all proceeds sentence by sentence, paragraph by paragraph, and scene by scene.
quote by Chaim Potok
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Well we took it apart scene by scene. We examined every sentence, every full stop, every comma. He has a most wonderful eye for detail, Roman, and you know, he's a very good artist.
quote by Ronald Harwood
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The Night Visitor
Three times the knock it came to me
and opening up the door
I saw no person standing there
for help or succour plea.
I sat back down to lift the book
and Donne his Epicedes,
beside the embers I had sat,
three times again the sound.
My heart it stilled,
my heart it froze,
for no wind blew the cottage sky,
alone but lit by moon.
The sound again did slowly make,
was someone dead or going home?
for I with book and embers stood
afraid and now alone.
I stood and to the knock at once,
a soul upon my door,
for only wood could make that sound,
that I could hear again.
I slowly lifted up the latch,
and fearly opened up,
the door it let the ember glow
outside into the path.
I looked to see into the dark,
and there an Angel girl,
of long black hair,
and handsome form
did stand and beckon on.
Out into forest I was brought,
with hand and heart entwined.
We danced by pines,
and kissed by stars,
a garland she did make.
And oh! what night of reveries,
and oh! what night of care,
my youth returned again to make,
our love upon the carpet moss
alone lit by the moon.
And when awoke, I saw was gone,
the angel girl and joy,
I thought that I had dreamed
the scene beneath the single star.
But standing up I made my way
the cottage open door,
the fireside chair alone it kept
the poems for resting there.
And in the morning by the sun,
a light on pathway shone.
A garland made of pines and cones
lay there upon the step.
Let us not laugh at reveries
of love the heart can make,
the angel girl, she beckons
on to mossy carpet heart,
as lit by forest moon.
poem by Bernard Kennedy
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I Dont Depend On You
The night
So young
You could lose
You could gain
Your temperatures rising
Better pull into the outside lane
You always say youre not the jealous kind
Then you tell all your friends that Ive got one thing on my mind
Ive played this scene before, you had one foot in the door
But theres always plenty more, dont try to use me
I dont depend on you, Ive got my own friends too
Ill never be your wife, dont try to use me
Ive played this scene before, you had one foot in the door
But theres always plenty more, dont try to use me
Its cruel but its true, I dont depend on you
Its cruel but its true, go back to the end of the queue
Ive played this scene before, you had one foot in the door
But theres always plenty more, dont try to use me
I dont depend on you, Ive got my own friends too
Ill never be your wife, dont try to use me
Ive played this scene before, you had one foot in the door
But theres always plenty more, dont try to use me
The night, so young
You could lose, you could gain
Your temperatures rising
Better pull into the outside lane
You always say youre not the jealous kind
Then you tell all your friends that Ive got one thing on my mind
Ive played this scene before, you had one foot in the door
But theres always plenty more, dont try to use me
I dont depend on you, Ive got my own friends too
Ill never be your wife, dont try to use me
Ive played this scene before, you had one foot in the door
But theres always plenty more, dont try to use me
Its cruel but its true, I dont depend on you
Its cruel but its true, go back to the end of the queue
Its cruel but its true, I dont depend on you
Its cruel but its true, go back to the end of the queue
song performed by by Human League
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Unrequited Love
I turned the key within my lock
and quietly went inside.
And there upon my couch, a shock
my mind could not abide.
The faithful dearest one to me
was in a deep embrace.
I slowly backed up silently,
lest he should see my face,
and closed the door so silently on
what I could not comprehend.
How could I ever live without
my husband, my lover and friend?
For in my mind I'd see the scene
repeating in my tears
that traveled down my cheeks at night
in the coming years.
Did I want repentance from this man?
I really did not know.
Could I have forgiveness
and never let pride show?
My answer came to me one night
as we lay in our bed.
He cried and took me in his arms
and then contritely said.
'My dearest one there's something
that I must let you know.
I cannot harbor what I've done
for it's hurting so.'
I quieted him with my tender touch
and looked into his eyes.
'Let's never speak of it again.'
for she was very wise.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Yoga Is As Yoga Does
(words & music by nelson - burch)
Well I can see that you and yoga will never do
Yoga is as yoga does theres no in-between
Your either with it on the ball or youve blown the scene
I can see lookin at you, you just cant get settled
How can I even move, twistin like a pretzel
(yoga is, yoga does)
(theres no in-between)
(your either with it all the way) or youve blown the scene
(or youve blown the scene)
Come on come on, untwist my legs
Pull my arms a lot
How did I get so tied up
In this yoga knot
You tell me just how I can take this yoga serious
When all it ever gives to me is a pain in my posteriors
(yoga is, yoga does)
(theres no in-between)
(your either with it all the way) or youve blown the scene
(or youve blown the scene)
Stand upside down on your head, feet against the wall
A simple yoga exercise done by one and all
Now cross your eyes and hold your breath, look just like a clown
Yogas sure to catch you if you come falling down
(yoga is, yoga does)
(theres no in-between)
(your either with it all the way) or youve blown the scene
(or youve blown the scene)
(yoga is, yoga does)
(theres no in-between)
(your either with it all the way) or youve blown the scene
(or youve blown the scene)
song performed by by Elvis Presley
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Street Painting Festival
Street Painting Festival was a great success,
painted mermaid scene at castle I did express,
that Melodie’s birthday party ended swell,
Razel was hiding in scene
no one could tell.
Tons of people passing by,
sun shining brightly in the sky.
My back and shoulders did get burned,
spray sunscreen every 90 min. hrs I did learn,
friends brought me water for concerned.
All in all the festival was great,
many guys, but no soul mate.
Except Italian guy with tattooed arms,
annoyed me to death but meant no harm.
He stood by me and talked and talked,
as I painted scene with colored chalk.
Coloring books I gave out some for free,
others sold at Stuart Rooney’s
Import store on table by door.
All in all the show was great,
Next year I can’t wait,
For I will paint
a totally different scene,
ventriloquist doll on my knee.
Razel puppet on hand
making fun of every human.
Written by Christina Sunrise March 3,2011
poem by Christina Sunrise
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Street Painting Festival 2011
Street Painting Festival was a great success,
painted mermaid castle scene I did express,
that Melodie’s birthday party ended swell,
Razel was hiding in scene
no one could tell.
Tons of people passing by,
sun shining brightly in the sky.
My back and shoulders did get burned,
spray sunscreen every 90 minutes I did learn,
friends brought me water for concerned.
All in all the festival was great,
many guys, but no soul mate.
Except Italian guy with tattooed arms,
annoyed me to death but meant no harm.
He stood by me and talked and talked,
as I painted scene with colored chalk.
Coloring books I gave out some for free,
others sold at Stuart Rooney’s
Import store
on table by door.
All in all the show was great,
next year I can’t wait,
for then I will paint
a totally different funny scene,
ventriloquist doll on my knee.
Razel puppet on my hand
making fun of all humans.
Written by Christina Sunrise March 3,2011
poem by Suzae Chevalier
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My Aunt's Murder
She was a gentle elderly lady
Who was always helping everyone, not shady
She tended to the sick and gave to the poor
She loved all so much, she was so pure
She had a cat, she loved so much
That was always in her lap, in her clutch
She left the garage door, cracked opened each day
She never worried about being another's prey
One day on the couch, she sat reading a book
When in her garage door entered a crook
She screamed and she cried, 'What are you doing here? '
He grabbed her by the throat and she was in great fear
He stayed and tortured her for so many hours
She was so overcome by his strenght and powers
I feel great sorrow as I write this story
Her murder was mother's day, much to his glory
I was at her trial, November of last year
And since her death, I've shed many a tear
He sat there glaring at us so proud
The picture's we saw, shouldn't have been allowed
I felt rage and grief and stared back at him
I hoped his outcome would be real grim
He said he was guilty when the judge asked how he pled
It took four days for the verdict to be read
I held my breath, while I awaited the sentence
I knew death should have been his pentence
The jury, they couldn't come to decision
The judge decided it would be life in prison
In Texas, that's not a long sentence to pay
You can get out in forty years, not another day
It was capitol murder and he should have got death
I will see he stay's in prison, till I take my last breath
The picture's that they showed, are etched in my mind
This animal shouldn't live among mankind
She is in heaven now, living with my mother
At least once more, they have one another!
poem by Donna Nimmo
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The Scene
The Scene
(Graham Russell, Mark Towner Williams, Cliff Rehrig)
It's another lovely day
Are we still so far away
And how can I share it with you
It's not easy to believe
Are we both about to leave
Without ever saying, I do
I still love you
(Chorus)
Just make me part of the scene
Say we're together, always forever
And everything else in between
Just say we're part of the scene
I don't want to hear it, I just couldn't bear it
If things weren't as good as they seem
You can say I'm not the one
That a lot of faith has gone
The bridges were never quite crossed
Every grain of truth, we deny or prove
Is somewhere before it gets lost
And is found again
(Repeat Chorus)
What if these feelings are all in my head
Flying around me in a world of their own
What if there's nothing that needs to be said
(Repeat Chorus)
Just say we're part of the scene
Say we're together, always forever
And everything else in between
Just say we're part of the scene
Just say we're part of the scene
Just say we're part of the scene
song performed by by Air Supply
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The Music Box
On her dresser sat a music box.
It had been there for many a year.
Given to her by her special one
and now it brought a tear.
For the song it played was as old as she
and she was eighty-three.
Surprisingly it had never worn down
and she'd wind it everyday
It brought to mind the very first time
that she'd ever heard it play.
It was on a Christmas Eve he came
and handed her his gift.
She opened it up and saw the box
and she saw his smile lift.
He took her hand as the music played and held her in his arms.
Hummimg and swaying silently, enjoying all her charms.
Inside the box was his gift to her,
the gift she wore with pride.
It was on her finger for 50 years
and ever since he died.
Now every morn when she opened it
she pictured the scene again.
She prayed the wind-up spring would last
until her days were done.
For there'd never be a treasure like this,
never another one.
And so this morning she opened it
and swayed as she heard the sound.
She touched it softly and said his name
as if he were still around.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Rat Reading
Rat's are
My home
Reading for book's
At night time...!
Each book's
On the book stand
Rat reading
Not very well....! ?
Rat simply
Read some of
Pages only;
Book's are broken
Rat read mean's
Rat bite's
Book's are crying
I am also...
Rat reading
O...sorry
Rat bite's...!
poem by Otteri Selvakumar
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Pop Trash Movie
(lebon, rhodes, cucurrullo)
Some close up of your pretty face
Overnight sensation
Smiling, for cameras
From all around the world
If I rewind back to yesterday
And start the tape back
No none knew who you were
But now theyre at your door
Im living in a pop trash movie
We star together in every scene
Well all be famous for just a few minutes
Part of a celluloid dream
Watching, going frame by frame
My blood, my vision
Your life went flashing by
When did it all go wrong
Im living in a pop trash movie
We star together in every scene
Well all be famous for just a few minutes
Part of a celluloid dream
Ill wait in the wings for you
Ill read your lines for you
But now the script is final
You know its time to go
So well have to say goobye
Im living in a pop trash movie
We star together in every scene
Well all be famous for just a few minutes
Part of a celluloid dream
We star in every scene
And its never quite what it seems
Never
Im living in a poptrash movie
We start to make it with that pop trash
Well all be famous for fifteen minutes
Part of a celluoid dream
song performed by by Duran Duran
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Movies
At slow speed we all seem focused
In motion we seem wrong
In summer we can taste the rain
[Chorus:]
I want you to be free
Don't worry about me
And just like the movies
We play out our last scene
Two can play this game
We both want power
In winter we can taste the pain
In our short years
song performed by by Alien Ant Farm from ANThology
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He has all those different aspects to him, so I can more or less decide as a performer how I'm going to deliver a line in a particular scene, or play a particular scene in total.
quote by Paul Darrow
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They think something's gone wrong, but in Don't Look Now, for instance, one scene was made by a mistake. It's the scene where Donald Sutherland goes to look for the policeman who's investigating the two women.
quote by Nicolas Roeg
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Friends In Low Places
Blame it all on my roots
I showed up in boots
And ruined your black tie affair
The last one to know
The last one to show
I was the last one
You thought you'd see there
And i saw the surprise
And the fear in his eyes
When i took his glass of champagne
And i toasted you
Said, honey, we may be through
But you'll never hear me complain
(chorus)
'cause i've got friends in low places
Where the whiskey drowns
And the beer chases my blues away
And i'll be okay
I'm not big on social graces
Think i'll slip on down to the oasis
Oh, i've got friends in low places.
Well, i guess i was wrong
I just don't belong
But then, i've been there before
Everything's all right
I'll just say goodnight
And i'll show myself to the door
Hey, i didn't mean
To cause a big scene
Just give me an hour and then
Well, i'll be as high
As that ivory tower
That you're livin' in
*chorus*
(third verse)
I guess i was wrong
I just don't belong
But then, i've been there before
And everything is alright
I'll just say goodnight
And i'll show myself to the door
I didn't mean to cause a big scene
Just wait 'til i finish this glass
Then sweet little lady
I'll head back to the bar
And you can kiss my ass
*chorus*
song performed by by Garth Brooks
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What I find sometimes that is tricky is if actors are using too much of their own life in a picture, in a scene, they get locked into a particular way to play the scene, and it lacks an immediacy.
quote by Tom Cruise
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