Well here I think there will be papers of mine and other worded things of others that people may find interesting.
GARDEN eric bogosian (slightly mispelled
This is my place. Welcome to my place. Lessons to be learned.
First of all, keep everything under control.
.Secondly, you can’t make any mistakes.,
.Third: Compromise is unacceptable.
Four: The rules must be followed.
Five: Perfection exists.
Six: You must be carefull.
Seven: You must be reluctant.
Eight: All parts fit together perfectly.
Nine: This is knowledge.
Ten: Imperfection cannot be tolerated.
Eleven: All crime will be punished, all criminals destroyed.
Twelve: Hate is a revelation of weakness.
Thirteen: As it appears, so it is.
Fourteen: Laxity breeds disaster.
Fifteen: The task of the teacher is a difficult one.
Sixteen: Any breach of vigilance is a vulnerabilty.
Seventeen: The world is made of many parts.
Eighteen: Love is the key to redemption and power.
Nineteen: A single goal makes all men brothers.
Twenty: Precision lies between all things.
Twenty-one: Every gesture must be final.
Twenty-two: The law provides trancendence.
Twenty-theree: You must take care in the actions.
Twenty-four: There is no middle ground.
Twenty-five: Sacrifice is the greatest glory.
Twenty-six: Strength comes through patience.
Twenty-seven: There exists a final order.
Twenty-eight: Beauty lies in the eye of the beholder.
Twenty-nine: Possesion is a myth.
Thirty: Most choices will never be made.
Thirty-one:The unity of the will makes the heart secure.
Thirty-two: The day will come.
Thirty-three: This is where we are. It is the only place.
Thirty-four: You must never be ready.
Thirty-five: To posses is to see clearly.
Thiry-six: Gifts must be given.
Thirty-seven: The sin of imperfection is claimed by destruction.
Thirty-eight: Complete exposure brings complete fulfillment.
Thirty-nine: The roles have been assigned.
Forty: Now is the time for all good men to rejoice.
Forty-one: He who hesitates is forgotten,.
Forty-two: Peace comes through suffering.
Forty-theree: All errors surface eventually.
Fourty-four: Something does not fit--remove it.
Forty-five: Do what you know is right.
Forty-six: Ignorance is chaos.
Fory-seven: Imitation brings understanding.
Forty-eight: Weakness has no purpose.
Foryt-nine: The design will reveal itself.
Fifty: Passion has no virtue.
Fifty-one: Every movement must be accounted for.
Fifty-two: Ecstasy is never known.
Fifty-three: There is no alternative.
Fifty-four: To cut away is to reveal.
Fifty-five: All choice is fiction.
Fifty-six: The signs are there for all to see.
Fifty-seven:The knowlege of all men is based on fact.
Fifty-eight: And after knowledge, there is nothing.
Sixty: He that endures until the end, he shall be saved.
Sixty-one: Every movement has a purpose.
Sixty-two: The love of many shall wax cold.
Sixty-three: To touch is to destroy.
Sixty-four: All sins will be seen.
Sixty-five: The judgement will renounce the undecieded.
Sixty-six: Progress is foremost.
Sixty-seven: The reward is not easily gained.
Sixty-eight: Clarity is a way of life.
Sixty-nine: An order will be established and it will unite.
Seventy: The limits are realized when they are broken.
Seventy-one: All that can be seen can be measured.
Seventy-two: And after all, it comes to this.
Seventy-three: To forgive is to weaken.
Seventy-four: Some can be taught, some must be led.
Seventy-five: Courage is born in destruction.
Seventy-six: Only the flawless is justified.
Seventy-seven: Some must be seperated.
Seventy-eight: Inattention is the greatest sin.
Seventy-nine:The greatest burden is carried by the able.
Eighty: The rules are clear.
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Close Up on James Stewart: David Lynch
(http://www.geocities.com/Hollywood/2093/)
Broadcast on 22 December 1997, BBC2.
with many thanks to Gary Clarke for the transcript
Introduction:
Lynch was sat in a chair with two blank grey stone walls behind him,
he was wearing a black wool V-neck lapel-less jacket and of course a
black shirt. What you are going to unfortunately loose in this
transcription is the wonderful enthusiasm with which Lynch was giving
his thoughts. His hands (with a cigarette in one) never ceased waving
about, frantically orchestrating his excitement, as if his elbows might
have been pivoted to the chairs arms and (like his hair perhaps) were
desperate to become airborne.
Lynch's thoughts were inter-cut and separated with the sections of the
film he was speaking about, creating the loose paragraphs I've kept
with. I've reproduced what he said exactly as he said it, which doesn't
make it very coherent reading, but does keep the Lynchy charm.
gary clarke
David Lynch:
"My favorite on...um, for a film and for, you know, Jimmy Stewart,
is Rear Window. I think it's almost like a perfect film. Just the way
a word is said. The way a look is. Jimmy Stewart is looking one
place and Hitchcock can put, you know, any image there that's for
a cut-away. There's so many things that he sees and his reactions
to those, er ... the newly wed couple. His face is translating that,
you know, for us, and um, everybody's right there! It's pretty
amazing, you know, the little subtle details that he, you know, er,
gives us."
"And I guess everybody's thought about 'how come that is so
compelling?', that ... that film? Um, but it's, er, again discovering a
mystery, you know, right in your-your, you know, immediate
environment, and er, just by seeing and hearing, you know,
selected, you know, bits of things, and seeing it go through his
face and mind, is um, kinda, uh, one of the most magical things."
"The most interesting scene really, er, for me is, er, is when he just
starts to piece together, er, that something is very wrong in one
apartment, with Raymond Burr, and, er, that a murder has been,
er, committed. To see his face, you know, putting the pieces
together, and having hit him, er, but there's no ... no proof of it, er,
is-is, er, a great thing!"
"And I don't think, er, too many people, er, could have done that,
and had it be so compelling, er, there's something about Jimmy
Stewart in that place, er, made it work."
"Who you have as, er, the leads - are critical, and they've been a
hundred examples or thousand where you get the wrong people in
there, and it's a great script but somehow it just never clicks, it
doesn't really work, and, er, when it works, um, it's magic, and you
know it's still, it's ... it's definitely Hitchcock and Grace Kelly and ...
and Jimmy Stewart and everybody, er, all just right in the groove."
"He's an intelligent, um, feeling person, um, with nowhere to go.
There's this vulnerability and yet an inner strength at this, er, all,
you know, er, the same time. What he feels is reflected in his face,
and, um, but it's not ever over the top, er, even when he's
screaming it's – Jimmy Stewart's screaming – and it's ... it's ... it's
um, like someone said, it's-it's not really, um, it's ... it's a masculine
scream in a strange way, but it's um, not the kind of masculine
scream you would, you know, er, er, you would give if you knew
you was gonna be recorded, and he just lets it loose – it just
comes out! And-and people just 'Uh-uh?!?!'"
"He's thinking, he's feeling, he's being true to himself, and, um,
there's enough of a fear in him so you worry for him, but you
always are...feel assured that he'll rise to any occasion, and, er,
that's kind of a magical combination.
Winter's Day
It was the middle of winter. Tommy was 12. He walked to the bus stop, the snow lay silent all around. To him winter seemed a lot like death, cold, silent, hard. Of course in the morning it was also very dark.
These things were more apparent to Tommy when he was outside. Alone at the corner, he heard cars from miles away echo through the still morning. After a long time he could hear the bus, far away. On the bus the silent church-like feeling continued.
Tommy began to feel kind of sick on the bus. Maybe it was just the cold. It felt sort of like he had swallowed some Pepsi the wrong way and now a warm bubbly sensation was spreading from his belly.
Tommy sat down. His first class was English literature.
"Now, in 'Gulliver's Travels' we read that the townspeople were called the lilliputians, but can anyone tell me what the giants were called?"
"They were called -"
Just then Tommy fell out of his desk.
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing."
"O.k."
Later, lunchtime. In the cafeteria. The flourescent ligfhts made Tommy think of the dentist's office.
For lunch he had a hamburger (more care had gone into the bun then the burger) a carton of milk and some miscellaneus vegetables.
He thought, "I didn't really fall out of the desk. I fell through it. Like it let go of me."
Tommy was sitting alone. He usually sat with his friends Brad and Pat, but they were sick. Alone at the table. He looked over his burger. Over there was Macy. He thought she was beautifull. Her face always seemed to be shiny like candy. And her clothes always looked like she had bought them on the way to school.
He dropped his burger. She looked over. The lunchroom seemed exceedingly quiet. It fell through his hands! With every bite Tommy concentrated on his chewing (trying not to chew too slow or choke) and on his grip on the food or the spork. This made it difficult to enjoy his food, but Tommy never enjoyed eating alone in the cafeteria.
Next there was Physics with Mr. Marston. Mr. Marston was tall, with grey hair and an improbable suntan. Everyone wondered why and how he was tan. Most people thought he was some sort of monster or tv person. Anyway, Tommy found Physics distracting enough even though Macy was there.
After what seemd like a long time (but was only 20 minutes) Tommy started to feel strange again. He felt as if all the brains had been sucked out of his head along with most of his tongue. His blood began to feel carbonated and the flourescent class lights seemed to be growing brighter...and warmer. Maybe this is why he is always tan, he thought.
Tommy was beginning to feel more and more like some guy sttanded in the desert writhing around in the the sand, but he tried to remain normal looking, at-ease.
He looked up, tilting his head, at the lights. He could almost hear, something. They began to flicker, rapidly at first, then slowing until ... it seemed ...like ... 3 or 5 ...seconds, between.
Tommy grabbed the front of the desk. He had almost fallen through again! There wasn't a sound but everyone looked at him. Mr. Marston looked at him quizically, then handed out the day's test. He wanted to get some water, but most of all he wanted people to quit looking at him, so he focused on the test.
As the day went on Tommy concentrated and didn't fall through anything, but he felt more and more like a shadow or a mirror person. He really wished Brad or Pat were around.
Back on the bus the sun was already going down. It was only 2:30. Actually he couldn't see the sun, instead it was a pale glowing cloud. that was providing the little light. Winter always made everything look wider. Probably because the leaves were gone from the trees.
Empty parking lots.
Tommy opened the door and took off his bag and coat. The warmth of the house seemed to enter him through the backs of his eyes.
What a weird day.
In the kitchen, Tommy was surprised to see his mom, Elaine, watching tv.
"Hello!" she said, walking over to the kitchen.
"Why are you home so early?" said Tommy.
"I've got to go to that PTA meeting tonight, but I've also got to do some other errandy things before that. So I thought I would make you some dinner." Elaine had shouder length brown hair that was becoming mostly gray.
"Alright."
She made some brocolli and cheese soup with what seemed like small mushrooms interspersed. This had always seemed like tv soup for some reason.
"Thanks."
"Oh, you're welcome."
"Friends" was on. Tommy had never liked that show, maybe it was because "the Simpsons" had just been on. "Friends" seemed to be less real somehow. Soon Tommy's mom left, saying she would be back late and he better be asleep when she got back.
Tommy didn't want to but after she left and "Friends" was over, he began to feel sick again so he decided to go to sleep. He didn't even brush his teeth. He went to his room, turned off the light, pulled up the covers, and was never seen again.
-John Ambrose
