Monday, February 26, 2007
Martin Scorsese is one of the most accomplished directors of his generation. Oscar nominations for Raging Bull, The Last Temptation of Christ, Goodfellas (2), The Age of Innocence, Gangs of New York, The Aviator, and finally The Departed. Which finally won him a coveted golden statuette. That does not even include some of his other famous works: Mean Streets, Taxi Driver, After Hours, The Color of Money, Cape Fear, and Kundun. The list goes on and on - and so does Scorsese's curiosity, which brings him back again and again to project material that infuses the historical influences of his craft into a contribution to the profession of filmmaking.
A small tribute to a man who should influence creative types in any media that the passion that drives someone to perfect his craft should be more than enough for pursuing the dreams of artistic expression. For the first time, Martin Scorsese scaled the heights of his profession - but it is somewhere he has often been, outside of industry accolades.
Tuesday, February 20, 2007
Funny the circuitous route that one takes with a few idle minutes online. In one instant, I was researching online companies and the next I was deep in a Google web search for my name. That's ultimately how I ended up writing this blog entry, a full three weeks since the last entry.
My lack of creative output is what happens when there are a million things to do at once - scatterbrained execution and lack of follow-through. It would be no surprise to say that there is no better time than the present to try something new/different/better - I've said the same thing a hundred different ways before - but what comes of that approach?
What comes of the approach is likely a fresh feeling of openness results from such a mindset; that seems to be the end-result of other personal nudges to turn over a new page and get back to meaningful work. For a bit of inspiration, I decided to do another Google search for what "no better time than the present" turned up in images. It turns out that the idea of fresh starts and sense of immediacy is much greater than myself. The top images were essentially ones that depicted music and the world - that is to say, our collective existence and its captured heartbeat.
So now that I am plugged back in to what this world seems to be, I can work again on channeling my energy towards lasting results. At least until the next time that I spur some kind of energy towards the next start. No better time than the present, they say - amen and amen and amen all over to that.
Thursday, February 01, 2007
If ever there is something new,
I find it sometimes in my shoe
When I attempt to leave the house
As quiet as a mouse.
For all intentions best to hold
Thoughts of grandeur, vision bold
Are held up by the drowsy drain
Of daily driving strain.
In the traffic, can it be
Such dreams of some reality
That find attention somewhere far
Away, now drowned by idling car?
Here I sit with simple goal
To scale the heights which often hold
Pressing thoughts which force the sink
Of vital time that makes dreams shrink.
So here it goes, the days speed on,
Past blurry daytime con
Of man - yes, I follow thus
Into the fold, awaiting such fuss -
The cubicle of broken dreams.
Lost somewhere off computer screen,
Somewhere deep into routine,
Thoughts that cross my mind at morn
When shoes go on, slippers shorn,
The time when vision still takes hold
To beg attention beyond the cold
Of morning air and waiting commute.