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sound and the fury, opening of Quentin section

When the shadow of the sash appeared on the curtains it was between seven and eight oclock and then I was in time again, hearing the watch. It was Grandfather's and when Father gave it to me he said I give you the mausoleum of all hope and desire; it's rather excruciating-ly apt that you will use it to gain the reducto absurdum of all human experience which can fit your individual needs no better than it fitted his or his father's. I give it to you not that you may remember time, but that you might forget it now and then for a moment and not spend all your breath trying to conquer it. Because no battle is ever won he said. They are not even fought. The field only reveals to man his own folly and despair, and victory is an illusion of philosophers and fools. It was propped against the collar box and I lay listening to it. Hearing it, that is. I dont suppose anybody ever deliberately listens to a watch or a clock. You dont have to. You can be oblivious to the sound for a long while, then in a second of ticking it can create in the mind unbroken the long diminishing parade of time you didn't hear. Like Father said down the long and lonely light-rays you might see Jesus walking, like. And the good Saint Francis that said Little Sister Death, that never had a sister. Through the wall I heard Shreve's bed-springs and then his slippers on the floor hishing. I got up and went to the dresser and slid my hand along it and touched the watch and turned it face-down and went back to bed. But the shadow of the sash was still there and I had learned to tell almost to the minute, so I'd have to turn my back to it, feeling the eyes animals used to have in the back of their heads when it was on top, itching. It's always the idle habits you acquire which you will regret. Father said that. That Christ was not crucified: he was worn away by a minute clicking of little wheels. That had no sister. And so as soon as I knew I couldn't see it, I began to wonder what time it was. Father said that constant speculation regarding the position of mechanical hands on an arbitrary dial which is a symptom of mindfunction. Excrement Father said like sweating. And I saying All right. Wonder. Go on and wonder. If it had been cloudy I could have looked at the window, thinking what he said about idle habits. Thinking it would be nice for them down at New London if the weather held up like this. Why shouldn't it? The month of brides, the voice that breathed She ran right out of the mirror, out of the banked scent. Roses. Roses. Mr and Mrs Jason Richmond Compson announce the marriage of. Roses. Not virgins like dogwood, milkweed. I said I have committed incest, Father I said. Roses. Cunning and serene. If you attend Harvard one year, but dont see the boat-race, there should be a refund. Let Jason have it. Give Jason a year at Harvard. Shreve stood in the door, putting his collar on, his glasses glinting rosily, as though he had washed them with his face. "You taking a cut this morning?" "Is it that late?" He looked at his watch. "Bell in two minutes." "I didn't know it was that late." He was still looking at the watch, his mouth shaping. "I'll have to hustle. I cant stand another cut. The dean told me last week--" He put the watch back into his pocket. Then I quit talking. "You'd better slip on your pants and run," he said. He went out. I got up and moved about, listening to him through the wall. He entered the sitting-room, toward the door. "Aren't you ready yet?" "Not yet. Run along. I'll make it."

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Word of the day

Vitality:

noun

1. the state of being strong and active; energy.

2. the power giving continuance of life, present in all living things.

To stay connected to deep parts of you that are moving and changing. To breath life into every action, moment and thought as they unfold second by second. Listening to yourself, people you interact with and world around you. No moment is the same. Staying rooted to your individuality but allow your perceptive and experience to shift. Bring strength, clarity and openness to every encounter. Allow yourself to be alive. Look for other people vitality and not surface traits

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I can’t write. Or write in a way that many people understand. (see i wrote that myself and skipped out the most important word; Not, not many people would understand me). I often say its down to my inability to articulate to your average joe. Leave me to my own devises and you’ll be like ‘did i just pay a tenner to sit through that nonsense’. Thats why i’ve had to recruit the help of a proper certified writer to translate my bumblings into something that you, hello there, can follow to some degree. I know what a cracking story is when i hear one, i know it needs a twist and varying degrees of rhythm. And……… see what i just did there. Dramatic pauce. Had you in the palm of my hand. 1-0 to me. Anyways what im saying is dont write me off because maybe i’m a bit slow, or get side tracked. I do have a lot of amazing things to say, just dont know how to get them out in a well ordered manor. Don’t get me wrong, i love words. Can’t spell most of the interesting ones, like Mauve, Mauve….Mauve. But its a tasty word, like sexy to say. Like i like saying words, thats why im telling you this story.

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Shit town

When an antique clock breaks, a clock thats been telling time for 200 or 300 years, fixing it can be a real puzzle. An old clock like that was hand made by someone. It might take away the time with a pendulum, with a spring, with a pulley system. It might have bells that are supposed to strike the hour or a bird thats meant to pop out and cuckoo at you. There could be hundreds of tiny individual pieces, each of which has to interact with the others precisely. To make the job even trickier you often cant even tell whats been done to a clock over hundreds of years. Maybe there was damage that was never fixed or fixed badly. Sometimes there are entire portions of the original clockwork that are missing but you can’t know for sure because they are rarely any diagrams of the clocks around, a clock that old doesn't come with a manual. So instead the few people left in the world who know how to do this rely on what is often called witness marks to guide their way. A witness mark could be a small dent, a hole that once held a screw. These are actual impressions outlines and discolourations left inside the clock of pieces that might have once been there. They’re clues of what was in the clock makers mind when he first created the thing. I’m told fixing an old clock can be madaning, you’re constantly wondering if you’ve spent hours going down a path that will likely take you nowhere and all you’ve got are these vague witness marks which might not even mean what you think they mean so at every moment along the way you have to decide if you’re wasting your time, or not. Any way

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Ideas

THOUGHT for time travel - has something horrible happened to the boy in the past that he wants to go back and change? Has someone died? Did he do something? Is that why he gets into the time travel

AND IS THAT WHY HE CANT FINISH THE BOOK BECAUSE MAYBE THE PERSON WHO DIED WOULD TRANSLATE THINGS ON PAPER SO OTHER PEOPLE COULD READ THEM

boy had (maybe) twin sister that was his best friend, he would make up stories for her and she was the brave adventurous one who’d reach stuff down from the top shelf, and button up his coat when he got confused, and so he tells her stories in return. He writes them down to show his parents but they can’t make sense of it at all until the sister reads it to them, translating it. She tells him he should be a writer. But then something happened (not sure what yet) a couple of years ago and she dies. So no one understands his stories now. So when the old lady is like time travel lol he immediately thinks he can go back and save his sister. But there’s like other plot first

Maybe he goes back to try and make himself undyslexic and it end up with him not being able to have any of the ideas that make his stories great

Or he goes back to try and make dyslexia undiscovered but it just ends up with him being called stupid. 

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plot twist

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Plot Outline - basics

 Young boy - dyslexic - wants to write a novel. Really enjoys story telling and this is the only way he can find to do it. Tried acting, gets stage fright. Tried music, tone deaf. Writing however is the best way. But he struggles to actually write things down in a way that makes sense to anyone else but him. He records himself speaking on cassette tapes, and has a player and headphones that he carries everywhere. 

Volunteers at old folks home, spends time with old granny with dementia. She tells him she’s a time traveller and he doesn’t believe her. She then takes him back in time through a series of adventures. Discovers he can be anything he wants to be, if he just thinks outside the box.

  Vinyl Player time travel for old lady,     cassette player time travel for young boy.

Different genres of media?

Soundscapes

Projection of landscapes 

Music?

Famous dyslexics - Leonardo DaVinci,     Walt Disney, Albert Einstein, JFK, John Lennon, Picasso, Spielberg, 

copyright emma tracey 

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The Incredible Adventures of See Thru Sam - Multirolling, projection, rhythm, percepective change

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How to Stop Time

Matt Haig - The aliens of really old people forming secret underground thing 

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About time, comedy of jumping through time in a cupboard, family tradition, sereal 

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Paris Echoes

Sebastian Faulks- dream land, history coming to life, blur of past and present

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The Midnight Library

Matt Haig- jumping through time, many lives, books as news lives, videos as new lives, tape recordings new lives?

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Buckets - tape recorder, minamal set, all carried on character. budget theatre

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Maggot Moon, 2 hander, 1 character , 1 character making the world

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trailer

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Wings - the play

Time and dementia

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Business idea-

A skill sharing/exchange for new and emerging artists to help them build the foundations of what they need to go forward.

E.g headshot new photographers can help actors who are on a budget get new heads. Actor needs head shot for portfolio, as does headshot photographer.

E.g web designer needs a new project and lighting designer needs help with protofilo. They exchange needs

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