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anoritheark · 10 days
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Social Media is Social Distancing
There is nothing in it, no wisdom, no treasure, even crumbs to extol.There is no future in it, no direction or destination, nothing to gain.Nobody cares how well you scroll.It is a despair, an absence, a death.Nobody cares how well you scroll.There is only a vanishing, like you were never there.
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anoritheark · 14 days
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Stupid Never Stops
The problem with stupid is its relentless. It just goes on. And on. And on. While smart is its own worst enemy. It thinks itself to exhaustion, especially how to explain to stupid, an obvious a waste of time. Stupid hates smart for being smart and will stop at nothing as it bangs away at the wall. There’s hope you say? Based on what? Stupid has always won.
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anoritheark · 22 days
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Tarkovsky's "Nostalgia" Half Asleep
First of all, why are Andrei Tarkovsky’s even a thing? They are endlessly meandering with long shot after long shot, slow track in or slow track sideways, sophomoric monologues about coping with existence dribbling on. Pretentious artsy crap. But I’m obsessed. I was over tired when I went to see the recently restored version of Nostalgia. As much as I was enraptured by the opening shot, was then…
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anoritheark · 23 days
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Listening and Not
I woke the moment you leaned. You listened. That’s what you said. You knew I was lost and found something in that. You had been where I had. Mine was yours. And then it was gone. You didn’t understand that my state of rest is the argumentative. That brings me peace, not being right or wrong, but that you only have to argue a little bit harder to be heard.
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anoritheark · 2 months
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A Baby to Expunge
As much as I love this scene, it doesn’t work for my novel, The Vanishing Pill. Punter’s film had finally uploaded and was ready to view. It opened with Punter handing over a kilo of cocaine to the Head of School, Lilly Castor – played by the Head of the Fine Arts Department – as a bribe to not expel him. The meeting concluded with Lisa accepting the cocaine and then doing a gang handshake with…
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anoritheark · 2 months
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Climax of "The Cx Trilogy: Em"
The film version of "Cx Trilogy: Em" is to feature an onslaught of missiles coming after Em and Dee on the final ship off the planet
Something of an ode to the finale of Kubrick’s Dr. Strangelove, combining archival imagery of atomic explosions and Vera Lynn’s We’ll Meet Again, the film version of Em is to feature an onslaught of missiles coming after Em and Dee on the final ship off the planet. Final images of Stanley Kubrick’s Dr. Strangelove As they rocket out of the bombardment, Fast and Furious style, explosions…
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anoritheark · 2 months
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Pre-Teen Book Shelf
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anoritheark · 2 months
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The Land of Broken Boys
“We live in a land of broken toys.” “Who?” “You and me. Everyone.” “The land of broken toys? What’s that?” “You know, from the Rudolph the Reindeer movie.” “That’s the Land of Forgotten toys.” “Forgotten, broken. Same thing.” “No, it’s not.” “Well, we’re broken, alright? Played with and all fucked up.”
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anoritheark · 3 months
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Easy Prey
The darkness of being mauled and eaten comes from within because we know what that is.
The horror lies within your imagination. Nowhere else. Sleep and you’re easy prey. Run, run, run, but it’s right there with you. The darkness of being mauled and eaten comes from within because we know what that is. We do it to everything living thing and pretend we don’t. Not that. Anything but that. That’s what we say.
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anoritheark · 3 months
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Awake and Not
I woke and thought about dying. I didn’t feel right or like I might expire. There was no pain or discomfort, just a sense of something not working or not wanting to anymore. I changed sides but the feeling remained. I was just going to end here. Not even a whimper. It was hard to get back to sleep.
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anoritheark · 3 months
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The Genius of Failure (or Vice Versa)
I can see it clearly: the musty one-bedroom apartment, two floors up, a view of the parking lot out back. There’s a hotplate, mini-fridge, cabinet full of booze, an old wooden frame bed and a handicap accessible bathroom. I’ve seen it many times, and I will be there soon enough. I can see this clearly too: the back of a limousine, window half down, the desert air still warm as it begins to get…
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anoritheark · 3 months
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Cowardly Pens
Writers are the biggest cowards of all. Instead of facing the horror of reality, they tire themselves out with fairy tales to get a better sleep.
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anoritheark · 3 months
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7.0 Me
I'm an. updated new me, a few apps added, files transferred, a virtual digital share.
I woke up to a new version of me. I had been updated, apps added, files transferred, a digital share, files lost, bytes deleted, self corrupted so much that I cannot recognize me from the start.
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anoritheark · 3 months
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No one Will Ever Know
No one will ever know that I cleared the path of fallen branches from the storm. No one will ever know that I ever came this way or be aware of the things I felt when the sun was there or the clouds came in. No one will ever know the misery I felt, the depression and angst and then the hope and glimpse of happiness. No one will know the terrible things I imagined, my obsessive perversions, my…
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anoritheark · 4 months
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Writing Process: Clearing the Logjams
I was sick. That was my excuse. And I was tired. That too. Too much driving and holiday distraction. And my angst was at it again. All of those things. I had to complete my submission for the Pitch to Page screenwriting contest for female-driven scripts. Think “Captain Marvel” and “Bridesmaids” – stories propelled by a central female character. My script The Sacred Whore was perfect. What could…
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anoritheark · 4 months
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Writing a Novel to Florida
Thinking of writing fills me with fear and dread. I'm scared of it, scared of doing something.
Thinking of writing fills me with fear and dread. I’m scared of it, scared of doing something, having nothing really to say. It’s not a joke. It’s bad. And then I remember that writing is like driving to Florida. You don’t do it all at once, but state by fucking state.
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anoritheark · 5 months
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Leaders Never Lead
Leaders never lead. Communicators are never on Communication Committees. Anyone who proclaims they are something is not. If she says, “I am the most loyal person”, you know she isn’t. If he says, “I am wise”, he is the opposite. “My door is always open”, and it never is. As broad and simple as it sounds, it’s really an ugly thing, the reason for the missiles and executions, the world going to…
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