0038 Underthings
See this table top. Smooth, waxed
to a point, a soup stain which perhaps
a finger nail will lift. Beneath the surface,
atoms, molecules, tension and release,
law and freedom play out a drama
which the teacup does not know or tell.
And so, much else. All. And so the mind.
As if, webcamming the family at play,
the screen jumpcuts, plays on the screen
your inner life for all to see; the family freeze, cold,
open-mouthed…
Two years ago, I eased myself into a chair,
anticipating pleasant conversation – but instead
the camera of the mind presented, in full colour,
a glowing red-hot sphere, like
a sunset on a dusty day. Or Mars, more like,
in all its fierce, fearsome anger – anger
stayed on that screen for six whole weeks
while body, mind and soul perhaps
played turmoil with its outcome quite unknown.
Just now, I lift my gaze from the crumbs on plate;
the camera points at what it should now screen,
the window; but the mind sees something else,
as clear as mind but rarely seen in mind.
It's saying something new about myself.
Watch the screen; but watch the camera too.
poem by Michael Shepherd
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Theater is liberating because it only works if it's truthful. That's what it requires. That's not true of film: the camera does lie. You can be moved by a performance on set, but when you see it on screen, it does nothing. Yet there will be someone you simply didn't notice on set that on screen: bam!
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And it is a folly to try to craft a novel for the screen, to write a novel with a screen contract in mind.
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Curtain
Blank screen of doom find me wonderful words,
nothing fancy just words that have a resonance in
my mind and gladden my heart.
I remember a boy of fourteen, every morning at six
he milked, five cows, by hand, leaning his heads on
the cow´s womb he dreamt of Africa
Africa, but I met my wife she is from Congo, so you
may say I know Africa intimately but
that was not what the boy was dreaming of.
O, blank screen do not let me fall into banalities,
it is just I like to remember as much as I can
before the screen the curtain draws the screen.
poem by Oskar Hansen
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Master Of Mind Can only be a Master Mind!
Seeing and hearing,
Is it eye that see?
Is it ear that hear?
Eyes are windows of Mind,
Like are ears, eyes have eyelids, ears remain open!
Seeing is not perceiving,
Light passes through the small camera,
Giving picture of world around,
Yet mind is the processor,
Process the data,
Process the colourful image,
Sometime filling with its own colour!
But it is not vision,
mind sees something itself,
Seeing through the mind without the help of eyes
Neither windows opened,
Nor light from open windows affect!
Mind is that faculty sees something within,
And day by day the vision become clear,
When mind learns it is not the seer,
It sees everything clear,
Clearly presented to the master,
And Self is the master of Mind,
When mind is pure and clear,
Without prejudice and suspense traits,
Self perceives self in its true nature,
Nothing goes bad,
processed food for thought remain good for ever!
one who sees eyes as seer,
He is ignorant,
One who sees mind as a seer,
Knows not,
One whose mind sees the seer is different,
Vision get purified, seer can see through the mind,
Scenes seen by mind with eyes closed,
when perceived by seer,
It becomes vision of life,
And that vision when becomes ambition of life,
Ambition becomes aspiration,
Aspiration transforms into mission,
Mission transmits wisdom and genius of self!
Self becomes master Of mind
Self becomes master Mind,
Master and mind becomes one,
Master Of Mind Can only be a Master Mind
poem by Ramdas Bhandarkar
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A Modicum Of Madness
The swirl of emptiness threatens me
with its cobweb opponents as they gather
near the tentacles of darkness
crouching in the corners of my mind.
Flights of fantasy jostle me
for prime positions at the show
where the gladiators of life
gather to do battle with some lost soul.
Life portrayed on a large plasma screen
delivers struggles of futility
forever captured on its screen
in the land full of holes,
not those from which we’re born,
but those where discarded husks are thrown.
The madness of a demented mind
trapped forever within a child of rage,
a kaleidoscope of colours pale
dance around the padded cell
where bloodied fingernails
tell the gruesome tale.
Madness trapped with a boy
displayed upon a plasma screen
at the point where madness crosses into insane,
caught within hideous laughter cells
devoid of colours
waiting to entrap and cleanse
the darkness within a mad mind.
As the first streaks of daylight,
explode through the window
evaporating the darkness’s stranglehold
of gathering things imaginary,
leaking from the mad mind
into the tortured night.
29 November 2009
poem by David Harris
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A Black Screen
he hung a screen at
the back of his mind
and prayed to the Divinity
to give him a show
of His world
there was no image,
no sign, nothing, total
silence, just one whte screen
which he could not even
hold up for too long
he prayed again and
asked Divinity again to
show him at least a little
part of his world
no answer, total whiteness
an angel took pity and told him
'well if you want to see something
use a black screen not white'
and he visualised a blackscreen
in the light of his mind
it soon came to life with
a three dimensional darkness
that seemed to breathe with a
consciousness that bewildered him
the darkness grew and grew
with an earnestness so that it
took over the space of his own mind
he found himself submerged
in a boundless consciusness; a
darkness that breathes sacredness,
holiness, boundless knowledge,
and the question: 'why would
you want to know? '
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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I also know what looks good before the camera, how to move the camera, and how to get a story on the screen.
quote by Taylor Hackford
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Be, Here, Now
‘The camera does not lie’;
yet the truth rests in yourself..
Here’s this photo of one, said
by those who know, to be a saint;
(no one to say smile now please;
no one to say just say cheese..)
here is one who knows that all and everything
is God; so looks into the camera and beyond
and at all of us, and at all of all of us
as God; in goodwill; Godwill;
looking Lordward to the Lord in you and me.
Who can value such a photoed shakti..
shower of grace in just one smile
from one who gives all of himself,
to the camera as the God in us; ‘developed’, multiplied
towards infinity, and rolled around a printing press,
flashed in binary upon computer screen.
We as we look at it become all truth
and like the camera, cannot lie
about ourself: we are perfection.
Before the camera was,
I AM. click.
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[www. Hindupedia.com > Great Sages > Saints of Recent Times > Neem Karoli Baba]
poem by Michael Shepherd
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One Of Us
One of Us.
There is a smudge on my computer screen I try to clean it with spit,
but no. Perhaps it is finger mark left behind by those strange people
who sit in back of the computer repair shop? Their diet is cola and
chocolate, yet they are thin, bald and so weedy looking I have must
whisper to them or they will shrink away. They sulk too if I disagree
with their findings it will take weeks before I get my computer back.
When the owner shuts shop they climb into toolboxes, the ones with
the helpful drawing of a screwdriver. Maybe the smudge is a camera
eye, they sit in there and watch me. When I have drink tonight I’ll
pour it in my bedroom, then go into the bathroom, smoke a cigarette.
Buy a can of cola and a bar of chocolate, eat and drink in front
of the screen. And they will say: “Look, he is one of us.”
poem by Oskar Hansen
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Your mind's ocean
Swimming away
swimming away
swimming away yeah
swimming through the deep blue ocean
nothing but red skies ahead
so put on ya hat and sun screen lotion
operation over cooperation
go swimming in your mind's ocean
The water so still
and the wind in motion
i'll be up and alive
before i'm down and moping
wake up in the water
before you drown
i'll make you want to smile
with my speechless frown
so put on ya hat and sun screen lotion
operation over anticipation
go swimming in your mind's ocean
Thoughts of doom and no hope
I'll dropp them in the oceans deep
To save my eyes when i grope
Dead to the world in this cool sleep
Swimming away
Swimming away
we'll swim all night
And walk all day
so put on ya hat and sun screen lotion
operation over destination
Lets go swimming
Lets go Swimming
in your mind's ocean
poem by Allen Steble
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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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Mind Searching
I was drifting through the chambers
of imagination, deep in my mind,
searching desperately for inspiration,
but it was proving so hard to find.
Visions of nonsense appeared,
as a smoke screen in my head.
It seemed the brain was delaying
creative ideas from being read.
Imbalances of clouded colour
flooded the chambers of my mind.
One by one, thoughts became stifled,
visualization I couldn’t find.
For some strange unknown reason
there was disagreement in my head.
Mind and brain were in turmoil
until the problem was sorted.
Attempts by the brain to cloud my mind
this time thankfully failed.
Inspiration is now clearly flowing,
but next time, which will prevail.
poem by Orlando Belo
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Dirty Movies
Now whos that babe with the fabulous shadow?
Its only one scene, but to me it dont matter
Her movies get down like you wont find in my hometown
They wont believe it when they see what theyre seein
Go see baby now!
Pictures on the silver screen
Greatest thing youve ever seen
Now her name is up in lights
Everything turns out all right
Daddys little sweetie after some damn rainbow
Got the big deal in the back of a limo
Now showbiz is so thrillin, the camera rolls shes willin
They wont believe it when they see what theyre seein
Go see baby now!
Hey, you remember when that girl was prom queen?
Oh wow! take it off! take it all off!
Pictures on the silver screen
Greatest thing youve ever seen
Now her name is up in lights
Everything turns out all right
Now they believe it, now that theyve seen it
Go see baby now!
Pictures on the silver screen
Greatest thing youve ever seen
Now my babys up in lights
Everything turns out all right
Lights! camera! action!
song performed by by Van Halen
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Movie Memories
Holding hands at the movies
waiting for the lights to dim.
Anticipating the characters on the screen
but thinking of only him.
The one beside you, not on the screen.
His arm now on your shoulder.
You feel the length of his arm.
He becomes a little bit bolder.
You see the characters on the screen.
All are playing their part.
You forget the name of the movie
but not what's happening to your heart.
The lights come on all too soon
but not before he kisses you.
Great to be a teen-ager.
Sorry, the movie is through.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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A Mind To
Now I'm not talking tough, telling the truth ought to be enough
I've had my share on the darker side
Sitting and starring at a TV screen, racking my brain over all the things
If I'd just been there I could have tried
Things to do I can't help but think of more
I could fill my life wothout ever leaving home
I could see the Seven Ancient Wonders of the World
And even build a few more of my own (If I had a mind to)
Quit my job never mind the pay, maybe go figure out the CIA
Chase the paper and pass the bar, show Iacocca how to build a car
Jump up and run a three minute mile, sit around and watch my baby smile
That's what I might do , if I had a mind to
No, I don't wanna blow my horn, no telling how many souls I've worn
And what kind of shoes, when I had shoes
I'm still losing a bridge or two, but the troubled water's gonna run on
through
You can't always win, but you can always lose
But I don't turn my head for things that pass me by
And I'm gonna have a look around
I could gather all the diamonds in the sky
Hold every one and never leave the ground, If I had a mind to
Fly through the eye of a hurricane, freeze my body like David Blaine
Be the first to find life on Mars, go up and sell a few candy bars
Climb a rainbow and kiss the sun, walk on the moon when the day is done
That's what I might do, If I had a mind to
Somewhere someone's doing everything I've said
I don't have to do anything, I could do it in my head
If I had mind to
Sail away and be Jacques Cousteau, or the Crocodile hunter on a TV show
Be the king of the one night stand, front the Coral Reefer Band
Ski Colorado where there ain't no snow, plant a tree and watch it grow
That what I might do-ac
song performed by by Clint Black
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Tony, Stacy and Jay really looked at life completely different and that played into everything that they did, whether it was skating or with their friendships. And for the three of us, we had such a close relationship off screen, that it was so easy to have that on screen.
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Nothing could be recorded in those days except by aiming a movie camera at the television screen. It was at least another 10 years before they had any kind of recording medium.
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Land Of Memories
Some days I like to sit
and close my eyes
drifting a million miles away
to the land of memories.
Just sit alone as if at
some old movie theatre
and watch images of my past
as they play across the screen.
Just sit and stare at nowhere
within the eyes of my mind.
Remembering and remembering
all the places, I have been and seen.
To listen again to the ode of love
that whispered through the trees,
feeling the warm winds again
that caressed my cheeks.
Sit alone from the daily grind,
disappearing into the canyons of my mind
and drift across my past
into the land of memories.
poem by David Harris
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Main Street
One light blinking off and on
Blood of life in this town is gone
Lost all its pieces but the pawn
Tomorrow stopped coming with the dawn
In my dreams, Ive seen
Things that only seem to happen on the silver screen
When its over theres no walking out
Cuz Ive been all they talk about
Cuz what aint goin down
On main street
I went too early with a friend of mine
Just to see what it was all about
Hit the freeway and it blew my mind,
I had to find a way of gettin out
She said, they say, hey you gotta live a little
In my mind, Id find lost aint living,
Even there in the middle of main street
Yeah....
Never did the things I though I would
Woulda left just didnt know I could
If things dont work like they should
It aint for better but its for good
Cuz in my dreams Ive seen
Things that only seem to happen on the silver screen
When its over theres no walking out
Cuz Ive been all they talk about
Cuz what aint goin down
In my dreams Ive seen
Things that only seem to happen on the silver screen
When its over theres no walking out
Cuz Ive been all they talk about
Cuz what aint goin down
On main street
song performed by by Garth Brooks
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Id and super ego
Senses demand; mind responds.
Mind screen demands; id supports senses.
Super ego judges id and when it fails,
Guilt engulfs the ego.
27.07.2010
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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