30 minutes from a 3-hour long interview. From youTube.
Created for Public Domain, Private Dominion (volume 3), an invitational film festival that screens 11/2.
I hosted a zombie film festival at the Brillobox last night. The films were awesome, the show, poorly attended, as Pittsburgh enters a new ice age.
I really, really needed to see all those films. Zombie flicks with their seams showing. The 'hey, there's a boom mike in the shot' moments, the 'wow that makeup is bad' moments. Since most of the 32 were 3 minutes long tops, you knew it would be over quickly anyway.
The rawness of the metaphor of 'humans devouring each other for sustenance' still gets me. I love horror like this because it extremes a reality I perceive on a daily basis - people feasting on their own perceptions, feeding on their own judgements of what they imagine to be true, taking satisfaction in their own omnicient narrative voice - fuck, I'm doing it RIGHT NOW in this blog.
Best line of the night: "I think you complain just to hear the sound of your own voice." This is my inward response to the noise of other people's complaints most of the time. I hear a lot of it in my job.
Some people complain at the drop of a hat. From how they talk, crossing the street is akin to breaking a leg. Wait five minutes? Noooo, the sky's going to fall.
I'll admit, I fake sympathy at times. I realize that sometimes people complain about mundane stuff because they believe they are not allowed to discuss what is really bothering them.
Of course I am being an absolute hypocrite right now, complaining about the complainers. On some level I search with how to deal with what I percieve to be patterns of behavior in others, particularly customers at my job, in a way that I don't injure myself with my own response to other people's behavior.
For the most part, I succeed. I didn't realize what an inner journey it is until I was watching the zombie films last night. There's something therapeutic about watching strangers eat each others guts, sitting there in the dark, with a roomful of acquaintances. And laughing a little at all that fake blood and earnest, clumsy overacting.
micronarrative videos created as animated text with sequenced audio.
the choice of sequenced audio refers to the inner necessary logic of story present in each narrative fragment.
I produced 6 of these to be sprinkled throughout the night at the Slumber Party film screening put on by the Matchwood Festival in Braddock on Friday August 22.
I expect to produce more. They point to the joint-like structure of narrative content. Created between-fillers, like putty, which is what a great deal of language is to story -- language provides the timing of dissemination of information, the pacing of 'plot', the power of the moment of delivery of content to the audience. the timing of a story as part of a seduction of the audience, as it were.