#CAW Anthology

[cartersvilleareawriters]

Tomorrow, November 1, 11:59 pm, is the DEADLINE to contribute your short story or poem to the CAW 2024 Anthology, 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑪𝒓𝒐𝒘 𝑺𝒑𝒆𝒂𝒌𝒔 𝑽𝒐𝒍 𝑰𝑰. Visit cartersvilleareawritersgroup.com or find us on Facebook for ALL of the details!

[dearestones]

For the writing ask, 8, 28, & 38 please! :) Hope ur having a great day <33

Hey, Devin here!

8. If you had to write an entire story without either action or dialogue, which would you choose and how would it go?

Oh my gosh, what a delightful question! Let's see...

I think it really depends on what characters I'm using and the scenario that I'm using them in! You see, I can write paragraphs upon paragraphs of scenery, building up to the characters interacting, and I can focus on their actions regarding each other. For me, when characterizing characters, it's not just the dialogue that is a part of them, but also their actions.

Do they twirl their hair when they're bored? Play with the uneven edges of old tables? Tap their feet against the legs of their chair?

On the other hand, I absolutely adore dialogue. With the right identifiers, pauses, and context given through words alone, you can convey what a character is doing, feeling, and how they are effecting their environment, others, and even themselves.

I don't know, you can take these elements by themselves and depending on your execution, can come up with extremely good pieces of fiction if need be.

Of course, if you say entire story... do you mean novel length or one-shot, drabble fic style? For my purposes, I can write a fic that is solely based on the descriptions of characters' actions for maybe... 1-2k words. Perhaps? As for dialogue heavy stuff, since we're focusing mostly on dialogue, maybe a little less or more than 1k.

I don't know, I think it would be an interesting challenge hehehe.

28. Who is the most delightful character you’ve ever written? Why?

Don't ask me this question! Hehehe!

Let's see....

In the past, it definitely would have been AE-3803 and U-2001 from Cells at Work, Veneziano (North Italy) from Hetalia, and Alastor from Hazbin Hotel.

As of recent memory, that honor belongs to Hacker from Akudama Drive, Tim Wright from Marble Hornets, and Jade Leech from Twisted Wonderland!

(I know, I'm cheating, but bear with me).

Let's break it down!

AE-3803:

She's so cute! Oh my gosh, she's wonderful, resilient, and she is a great foil to U-1146! I went into so many analysis posts between her and U-1146 on my main blog (especially back in 2020-2021) when I was writing my magnum opus of the time, the Abnormalities!verse. I won't get into too many spoilers, but my gosh, I took so many of the characteristics that are canon to her, and then I made her go through it. (What is it, you may ask? Well, I put her through the ringer and she is traumatized). She is delightful in the way that you know at the end of the day, you know she'll get back on her feet no matter how bruised and aching she may be. She'll rise above her traumas and look her tormentors in the eye with both compassion and understanding. But through it all, she will harden her resolve, her weak cell structure turning to steel. She is my baby and she has gone through so much! ;; That isn't to say she isn't wonderful in canon. She is. She serves as one of the more lighthearted aspects of the series and she is a wonderful companion to have when time gets tough, especially in the later chapters.

U-2001:

He's an old man! There's next to nothing about him in canon, but I always headcanon him to be such an old man who loves watching from the sidelines! He doesn't say much, but when he does, you can guarantee that he will be a deadpan snarker and will surprise you with either the world's greatest advice or the dirtiest joke imaginable and you will have to deal with that reality because no one will ever believe you. He is the blorbo that no one else wanted and I adopted way back in 2018. For the real ones who followed from my main blog and used to be bombarded by CAW (mah booiiiii!!!!)

Veneziano:

He's an old man with tons of issues buried underneath a concerningly fractured and thin veneer of clumsiness and ineptitude! I won't say more, but my gosh, I made an entire anthology series for him on ffnet and I participated in a week long event based on prompts which you can view on my main tumblr and on my ao3. Long story short, he is someone who you know has layers upon layers of trauma and personality underneath, but the thing you'll notice upon meeting him is that his smile is radiant, one that draws you in. It isn't until you take a step back that you realize that it's empty and quite sad.

Alastor:

He's a radio demon! It's been a while, but someone once requested to have a deaf! reader x Alastor one shot way back when... and let me tell you... The process behind that fic was something else. Just... I don't know what to say. The zaniness behind his radio personality and the evil that lurks behind his ever present smile? That stuck with me while writing him.

Hacker:

He's a maverick in a world filled with other mavericks! In my fics, I always think him more of the cycnical, younger brother archetypes. It's such a shame that Akudama Drive was short as it was, but from what little of what I've seen of Hacker, he is such a neat charaacter??? I love him so much. His snark, deadpan delivery at times, and snark was a definite bonus when viewing the anime for the first time. Furthermore, his relationship with the main character was also great? They were such an iconic sibling duo who I would die for because the feels! All of the feels! Not only that, but his character plays off the other zany and almost nonsensical rules and other players in the anime. Back when a lot of people used to request me for Akudama Drive, interactions besides x readers were in high demand and seeing some of the weirdest combinations for interactions were the highlight of my day. Seeing him play off with other character archetypes was always a joy to me because he could range from disgruntled, tsundere little brother to someone who can be gigantic thorn in someone's side because he's a little shit who knows too much.

Tim Wright:

He is a man who I can project my fears and mental issues on. That's it. Okay, I kid, but there are so many other people who can write an analysis on him and be loads better than what I can say. What I will admit, however, is that he showed me that life is possible even after years of trauma and repression. That it is worth keeping moving forward, to seek help when possible, and to face the past in order to ultimately heal. In one of my fics, I had to put myself in his shoes and when I did... I just felt simultaneously bittersweet and sad, but at the same time, determined to move forward--to be compassionate and kind.

Jade Leech:

He is the eely perfect character. Nothing else should be said. Hahahah! I'm not sure how obvious it is, but I love Octavinelle as a whole. The aesthetic, the non-human characteristics, the strange things they say or do that denotes them as merfolk and therefore other than humans... It's all there! I could have easily said the same for Azul and Floyd, but with Jade, there's also the underlying philosophy of how the sea works underneath his veneer of a gentleman. He's somewhat cold and calculative, like a scientist who doesn't have the moral or ethical wherewithal to stop experimentaing, hahah! Yet, at the same time, he isn't cruel or needlessly malicious, he's bored and just wants to have fun. He tickles my brain just right and writing his internal observations and what he takes note of is what really gets me.

Have you figured out what are my favorite aspects are when writing characters? ;D

38. What is something about your writing process YOU think is Really Weird? If you are comfortable, please share. If you’re not comfortable, what do you think cats say about us?

I... I don't have a writing process?

I know there are lots of people who say that you have to use outlines or write blurbs or jump back and forth in the timeline, but like...? I don't?

I usually just write as a train of thought and then it happens to turn into a story. Of course, there's the proofreading part, but that usually occurs after I let the fic simmer for a day or two before posting.

Also, I downloaded this extension where everything I type makes a typewriter sound.

It's awesome and it helps me focus.

And the inclusion of listening to the same song on repeat is also a great addition to the writing process.

Thanks for the questions and I hope that you have a wonderful day! :D

Feel free to ask more! :D

[pauldouglaslovell]

Inhale the fresh alpine mountain air, follow a breeze across a field of bowing grasses, close your eyes and listen to the idle clonk of cowbells, the caw of crows and, in the far distance, a farm dog. Slowly exhale and open your eyes to the splendour of Switzerland.

This anthology of over 500 short-form poems evokes images of the natural world. 

A decade of scenes captured by the author. 

The author explains the “rules” which are meant to guide not hinder, and the “tailored” methods he chose to adapt.

Unorthodox, witty and sometimes gritty, there is something for everyone to enjoy whilst being introduced to the often undervalued poetic form that is haiku.

[derangedrhythms]

Hi quotes on ocean / sea / drowning?

I combined this with your previous ask about sea / sirens

'Siren Song' & 'This Is a Photograph of Me' by Margaret Atwood

"The sea is incommensurable."

— Nick Lantz, We Don’t Know We Don’t Know; from ‘What We Know of Death by Drowning’

"One day I would drown, radiant with joy."

— Roberto Bolaño, from ‘2666’, tr. Natasha Wimmer

"I thought of the sirens in their bloody meadow surrounded by the clean white bones of the men they had seduced and devoured–the heaps of shinbones, the pelvises like bows, the femurs like arrows."

— Erica Jong, from 'Sappho's Leap'

"Like a deep woman, it hid a good deal; it had many faces, many delicate, terrible veils. It spoke of miracles and distances; if it could court, it could also kill."

— Sylvia Plath, Johnny Panic and the Bible of Dreams; from ‘Ocean 1212-W’

"I held my drowning / in my palm like a giant pearl."

— Nick Lantz, We Don’t Know We Don’t Know; from ‘What We Know of Death by Drowning’

"The sea, silver — dreadful, like death."

— Anna Akhmatova, The Complete Poems of Anna Akhmatova: Uncollected Poems and Fragments 1957-1966, tr. Judith Hemschemeyer

"This August I began to dream of drowning."

— Anne Sexton, Live or Die; from ‘Imitations of Drowning’

"How to explain the irresistible compulsion to join the sea, to be part of it, to sink into the solace of its company?"

— Brian Masters, from ‘Killing for Company: The Case of Dennis Nilsen’

"Now the Sirens have a still more terrible weapon than their song, namely their silence. Though it has never happened, it is perhaps conceivable that someone might have escaped from their singing, but from their silence certainly not."

"But they – lovelier than ever – craned and twisted, let their gruesome hair float free in the wind, stretched their claws wide on the rocks; they wanted to allure no more, all they wanted was to catch for as long as possible the reflected radiance from the great eyes of Odysseus."

— Franz Kafka, The Great Wall of China and Other Short Works; from 'The Silence of the Sirens', tr. Malcolm Pasley

"I'll adore you, as a drowned person does the sea."

"Come, I'll draw you the bitter water, / To love your death there in the sea's night"

— Renée Vivien, The Yale Anthology of Twentieth-Century French Poetry; from 'Ransom', tr. Mary Ann Caws

"Each wave-tip glitters like a knife."

— Sylvia Plath, The Colossus & Other Poems; from ‘A Winter Ship’

"His drowning never seemed to have affected him as much as I thought it should, he couldn’t even remember it. If it had happened to me I would have felt there was something special about me, to be raised from the dead like that; I would have returned with secrets, I would have known things most people didn’t."

— Margaret Atwood, from ‘Surfacing’

"I am happiest / near the ocean, / where the changing light / reminds me of my death"

— Erica Jong, from At the Edge of the Body; from 'I Live in New York'

"You ask the sea, what can you promise me / and it speaks the truth; it says erasure."

— Louise Glück, A Village Life; from ‘March’

"The sea has undone me."

— Anne Sexton, from ‘A Self-Portrait in Letters’: Alfred Sexton, 7th September 1963

"The waves pulse and pulse like hearts."

— Sylvia Plath, Collected Poems; from 'Whitsun'

"The sea gets into your head [...] once you let it in, it doesn’t leave you alone."

— Hannah Kent, from 'Burial Rites'

"…the slap of waves on the hull / of a boat that’s sinking to the sound of mermaids / singing songs of love,"

— Richard Siken, Crush; from ‘Saying Your Names’

[idontwanttospoiltheparty]

sad how on the anthology version of Hello Little Girl john is trying to hide his lovely crow voice and is instead trying to round it out and sound like elvis. god GAVE you that nose now CAW, boy

[nextwarden]

Webtoons are good for the soul PART II - ECLECTIC BOOGALOO

A continuation of this.

Sea Salt and Sand by neggut [ongoing]

In the autumn holidays 3 months ago, Brynn and Bailey shared a kiss. When Bailey left, Brynn tried to forget all about her and continue living an unremarkable life, only for Bailey to suddenly transfer to her school! What follows is a coming of age story full of pining, misunderstandings and confusion as Brynn and Bailey question the true nature of their relationship. 

It’s cute and a bit angsty but not too much. The art style often feels incomplete or rushed but in a good way, its flaws give character to the characters and the story. One of my all time favourites.

Apathy meets labrador/10

Dragonbourne by Gummy Shark [ongoing]

After a troubled past, Sir Ross Edmund Avery is somewhat content to lead a mundane existence, alone in his house. However, when he stumbles upon a child in the woods on Solstice Night who is anything but mundane, his simple life will be turned upside down.

A scar(r)ed man adopts a feral child, hijinks ensue. Once again, the art style is endearing, full of curves and long lines. Haven’t checked on that one in a while but the first twenty chapters were very promising.

Found family/10

The Last Human by Zack Jordan [ongoing]

She's the galaxy's worst nightmare: a Human. Fortunately, she's the last one. Now her adoptive (alien) mother is realizing that raising a young Human is no easy task.

Basically the badass and child duo trope but the truth may surprise you. Fun, cute, very wholesome, and surprisingly emotionnaly philosophical at times. Spidermom is best mom.

Recommend/10

Vampire Husband by Scragony [ongoing]

The life of Charles the Vampire an Cheryl the human after years of marriage.

What if tragic romance between human and vampire but they had their “happy-ever-after”? This is after. It’s funny and cute.

Relationship goals/10

Blood Stain by sigeel [ongoing]

A story about courage, growing up and finding friendships in most unlikely places... spiced with some MAD SCIENCE! 

Haven’t quite wrapped my head around this one yet, but it’s fun and drawn by sigeel (a.k.a. Linda Sejic) so of course it’s beautiful. Enjoyed it a lot, will have to keep reading.

Bloody merry/10

Punderworld by sigeel [ongoing - on hiatus]

Hades' and Persephone's love-struck misadventures.

Another take on Hades and Persephone’s love story. Once again, sigeel, so of course I love the art.

Bumbling idiots/10

The Queen and the Woodborn by Shiniez [ongoing]

Far away behind seven hills and seven forests, seven fields and seven rivers, there lived a Queen... welcome to the queen and the woodborn. a fairy tale romance for the mature readers about the unseen Queen and the Goddess in the woods. a tale of the two forgotten by the world around them who will make the world remember their names. expect gods and monsters and a romance for the ages.

Not many chapters yet but very long ones to compensate. This one is by Shiniez (a.k.a. Stjepan Sejic) so, once again, love the art. The story, the character designs and concepts, and the pace are all amazing.

Very wow/10

P.E.T.S. by Gyxks [ongoing]

Just when Tasha was about to start a new life, she was abducted by aliens. Fortunately, she and other humans were rescued by an interstellar general named Tourmaline. She soon discovered that her body was unfit to return home without endangering life on earth. Join her on her journey traversing this new world and these new feelings for an alien general. 

POV: You’re living your best life as a young adult, at the shopping mall at 2am in your pyjamas, when suddenly death aliens rain pain all around and you’re abducted only to be saved by tall buff alien commander lady. Romance ensues. Maybe, it’s slow burn but quite enjoyable to read.

Blush/10

Scoob and Shag by Misterie Krew [ongoing]

Scoob and his best pal Shag are up to their usual hi-jinks, but everything is not as it seems in their latest adventure. 

No relations to any character whatsoever. None. None at all. Also no relations to any kind of sense at all either. Can’t quite explain that one except that it’s genius. Just read it.

Is that a gun?/10

Bewitched by peachyytown [ongoing]

The witch who keeps "kidnapping" the princess is actually her girlfriend and they're just going on dates.

Short but cute alternative take on all that witch/monster/princess shenanigans. In the same vein as Our days in Lumain. Also the art is very nice.

Meetcute/10

When the Pink Trees Bear Fruit by neggut [completed]

A sweet love blooms between two women on an orchard in 1973.

A short story, five chapters only, but play devastatingly well with one’s heart. In the same vein as It Stems From Love by Soya S. Holm. neggut ist sehr gut.

Tears/10

Rooftops & Roommates by Zaanart [ongoing]

Jeb is an architecture major at university, rooming with his best friend Todd. There's just one problem... Jeb’s secretly a gargoyle! Between studying, partying, and a bad ghost problem, will Jeb be able to keep his true identity a secret?

Jeb is sweet, Jeb is fresh, but Jeb is decidedly not very good at keeping a secret. It’s funny, slice-of-life, roommate college shenanigans at its finest. With a magical twist.

Ship/10

Everything is Fine by Mike Birchall [ongoing]

Sam and Maggie are a normal couple, in a normal house, in a normal neighborhood. There is nothing strange about their heads, their neighbors or their sweet little dog. Everything is Fine.

I haven’t actually started this one yet, but the premise is very very very interesting. Perhaps not for thos who are faint of heart? Deceptively cute. Or is it?

It’s fine/10

Castle Swimmer by Wendy Lian Martin [ongoing]

What happens when your entire life is ruled by a prophecy – your future foretold by people you’ve never met, who died long before you were born.  Such is the story of two young sea creatures.  One believed to be a guiding light for his people, a Beacon who will lead them to a bright, prosperous future.  The other is a teenage prince for who’s destiny is to KILL the Beacon so that HIS own people might thrive.  When both reject the course set for them, it leads to a raucous adventure as big and unpredictable as the ocean itself – and a romance that nobody could have predicted.

It’s fish. It’s gay. It’s under da sea and ya gotta kiss the boy. I haven’t read it all yet but enough to vouch for it and to have some vested interest in the universe and its lore.

Enemies to lovers/10

Demon Highschool by Kiiyoko [ongoing]

After a compromise it was agreed that criminals would attend a "demons highschool" where they would work as slaves for demons And while it was all in good favor, things take a very dark and twisted turn at said, highschool.

There’s something, some kind of twist, about the MC which I haven’t gotten to yet, and which I am very interested to discover. I’m not quite sure how I feel about this one as of now, mostly curious I’d say.

Pet/10

Hooky by Miriam Bonastre Tur [completed]

Dani and Dorian have missed the bus of the school of magic. Now, they must find someone who teach them how to be a great and good witches... Or maybe not.​ 

This one is a strange one about witchery and family. Surprisingly deep and serious at times, very enjoyable. Unfinished on Webtoon but a good start to get into the story.

Siblings/10

Loving Reaper by Jenny Jinya [ongoing]

Animals struggle. Pets and Wildlife alike. The reaper cares for their stories and helps them with the crossover. Short stories about the "Loving Reaper" to raise awareness and collect funds. Breaking hearts for a good cause.

Beautiful bittersweet stories about animals, pets, life and death and love.

Tissues/10

Batman: Wayne Family Adventures by StarBite, CRC Payne, Kielamel Siba, Lan Ma, C.M. Cameron, and Camille Cruz [ongoing]

Batman needs a break. But with new vigilante Duke Thomas moving into Wayne Manor and an endless supply of adopted, fostered, and biological superhero children to manage, Bruce Wayne is going to have his hands full. Being a father can't be harder than being Batman, right? 

What if Bat-family but happy? Official comic, barely started, very fun.

Wholesome/10

The First Night With the Duke by MSG, Taeva, from an original work by Hwang DoTol [ongoing]

A handsome, selfish noble falls for a beautiful, kind commoner -- at least, that’s how the story’s supposed to go. When an average college student wakes up as Ripley, an extra in her favorite romance novel, she resolves to enjoy the luxuries of her character’s status while watching the novel's plot unfold from the sidelines. However, her plans are soon derailed when she finds herself in bed with no other than Duke Zeronis, the novel’s hero! Dodging the villainess’ schemes, the Duke’s advances, and her own feelings, can Ripley keep the story on track and survive beyond the first night? 

Haven’t read that one but a very dear (and respectable) friend (*cough*  @berigolote​  *cough*) of mine keeps pestering me to give it a try. So here it is, try it.

Do it before me and you get a cookie/10

HEART Anthology by Marvin.W, caw-chan and many other artists. [ongoing]

Featuring stories from the 2020 Short Story Contest!  From wholesome stories to tearjerkers, are you ready to catch these feelings?

A collection of beautiful stories on the shorter side, all about the many kinds of love in life, the many beauties of it, and the pains that make it worth living.

Tears that warm the heart/10

In My Heart by Redfield42 [ongong]

Sasaki Mari is a typical delinquent troublemaker whose only goal is to get a boyfriend, but due to her reputation as bully and low grades, all the boys reject her. Then she decides to change her style, and asks for help from the student with the best grades in the class.

It starts off light and fund and progressively seems to delve a little bit more into the seriousness of life. Not a tragedy, however, and very much worth a read still.

I think I have a trope I like/10

My awkward princess by LazyArts [ongoing]

This love story is about a girl named Luna charlotte, and the student council president Alice Evelyn. Luna is a delinquent whom often gets in trouble, as Luna reaches the end of the line she almost gets expelled, now luna has to become a model student with the help of Alice. Will Luna be expelled or will she succeed, read to find out.

Along the lines of Not So Shoujo Love Story, In My Heart, and Susuhara is a Demon. Delinquent/Good Student meetcute, romantinc hijincks ensue.

Seduction/10

RAINBOW! by Rue & Sunny Gloom [ongoing]

This is the story of a girl named Boo. She has pink hair and a vivid imagination and she is about to discover a side of herself that she never considered before. 

Okay, so yes, this one is also also a delinquent meets cute nice girl, but - BUT! - there’s an element of story telling that I love about it: the way we see Boo’s anxiety incorporated visually into the story. Just for that it is one of my favourite recent discoveries!

Protecc/10

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Okay, that’s all for part II. Hope you enjoy those as much as I do. Thanks for your attention, sorry for the length and, please, do keep on reading, they all deserve it! As do you.

PART I

[rozkurz]

Nadużycia: Michael Pisaro-Liu

Michael Pisaro-Liu

Świat-nie-świat

Dla Pawła Szroniaka

 Dziś

Przestrzeń nie jest dziś pusta. Została poprzecinana liniami, oznaczona przekątnymi, wypełniona monadami i ruchami w powietrzu. To dwuwymiarowy rysunek wielowymiarowego świata. Widać całą siatkę. Krzywizny i przesunięcia płaszczyzny podchodzą i oddalają się od rzeki, która przepływa przez centrum. Tunele czasoprzestrzenne są niewidoczne na siatce, lecz ich obecność pozostaje wyraźnie zaznaczona. Jesteście miejskimi nomadami. Wiedzeni wibracją kroczycie przez barwną materię mgły.

W mieście

Głosy ludzkie czasami są czyste i zrozumiałe, a czasami przytłumione i niewyraźne. Bywają przedjęzykowe, ale jednak komunikatywne. Niekiedy w powietrzu zabrzmi jakieś słowo. „Naprzód!”, „Sztuka!”, „Przyszłość!”

Zwarty tłum przecina plac. Jego ryk jest rozmytym buczeniem, szumem o średniej częstotliwości. Wraz ze zmieniającym się wiatrem dźwięk naprzemiennie wyprzedza to zbiegowisko lub ślepo za nim podąża.

Samochody, wszechobecne we współczesnym mieście, są wyciszone. W ich miejscu pojawia się chmura bardzo jasnego, białego szumu, która przepływa ponad tłumem. Szumu, który wyznacza wszystkie postoje tramwajów.

Wyją syreny. Kaskadowo wpadają na place miasta, nakładając się na siebie, tworząc salwy dysonansowych akordów, rozszerzając się i cofając falami.

Szelest papieru. Rozdawane są ulotki. Czytelnicy zaczynają teraz rozumieć, że coś się dzieje – wszyscy naraz, w różnych językach (polskim, angielskim, niemieckim, jidysz, perskim, hiszpańskim, mandaryńskim).

Miasto jest gąszczem. Plątaniną głosów.

W powietrzu

Mapa to zbiór punktów i linii, które przenoszą geometrię ruchu na płaszczyznę. Na ziemi rzeczywistość jest inna – do celu trafia się przypadkiem, ścieżkami kształtowanymi przez fale ulicznego tumultu i odpadków.

Ptaki nad głowami obrały bardziej bezpośrednią trajektorię. Gwiżdżą i kraczą na widok krętych dróg poniżej. Zaniosły swoje krzyki do lasu i stworzyły zbiór pieśni, który przytłacza dudniący zgiełk sieci komputerowej oraz dworca głównego.

Pod ziemią

Ziemia pod brukiem jest zimna i twarda. Czy to tędy przesyłane są tajne wiadomości? Czy wibrują w systemie kanalizacyjnym? Czy rozchodzą się po ścieżkach znaczonych grzybnią?

Rzeka cicho płynie środkiem.

W obecności nieobecnych dźwięków

Miasto w równym stopniu wypełniają nieobecne dźwięki, co te, które odbieramy bezpośrednio.

Dźwięki z przeszłości. Można usłyszeć pociąg niegdyś tędy kursujący. Echo zanikłych ulic. Puste miejsca po budynkach zburzonych przez kapitał. Albo języki zaginionych mieszkańców.

Dźwięki z przyszłości. Dzwon wzywający tłum z powrotem do centrum jeszcze nie zabił. Zapowiedź, która na zawsze zmieni życie miasta.

I w przestrzeni absolutnej ciszy pomiędzy dźwiękami…

  …wykujemy akord o krystalicznej strukturze, tak czysty, że będzie wybrzmiewać przez całe pokolenie.

 Inspirowane pracą Zbigniewa Gostomskiego Fragment układu (centrum Wrocławia).

Może być używany w połączeniu z pracą Matěja Franka Mogłoby zacząć się gdziekolwiek.

 Październik 2020

Michael Pisaro-Liu (ur. 1961) – kompozytor i gitarzysta pochodzący z Buffalo. Od 1993 roku jest aktywnym członkiem kolektywu Wandelwesier, który zajmuje się twórczym rozwijaniem idei Johna Cage’a w zakresie percepcji dźwięku oraz jego relacji wobec przestrzeni, czasu i tekstu. W swojej twórczości chętnie wykorzystuje ciszę jako jedno z podstawowych narzędzi kompozytorskich. Napisał ponad osiemdziesiąt utworów na różne kombinacje instrumentalne (w tym utwory o zmiennej instrumentacji). Były one wielokrotnie wykonywane w Stanach Zjednoczonych i Europie, a także publikowane nakładem oficyn Edition Wandelweiser Records, Erstwhile Records, Potlach czy Another Timbre. Założyciel wytwórni płytowej Gravity Wave. Współpracuje z takimi artystami jak Greg Stuart, Antoine Beuger, Keith Rowe, Taku Sugimoto, Toshiya Tsunoda, Christian Wolff, Graham Lambkin, Reiner van Houdt. Jest również cenionym nauczycielem akademickim. Obecnie wykłada kompozycję na California Institute of the Arts, ale prowadził również gościnne seminaria m.in. na Uniwersytecie Harvarda.

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Michael Pisaro-Liu

The World Not The World

  To Paweł Szroniak

  Today 

Today the space is not empty. It is crisscrossed by lines, marked with diagonals, filled with monads and movements in the air. It is a two-dimensional drawing of a multidimensional world. There is a grid. There are curves and shifts in the plane that follow and depart from the river that runs through the center. There are wormholes invisible on any grid, but whose presence is everywhere indicated. You are the nomads of the city. You walk through a colored medium in fog, guided by vibration.

In the City 

Human voices are sometimes clear and intelligible, sometimes muffled and dim. Sometimes they are prelinguistic but communicative. Sometimes a word rings in the air. “Forward!” “Art!” “Future!”

The crowd moves together, crisscrossing the square. Their roar is a blur of mid-frequency hum and noise. Shifted by the wind, the sound alternately follows and leads them. 

Cars, ubiquitous in the modern city, are muted. In their place is a cloud of very bright white noise that passes above the height of the crowd. The noise makes all the stops of the local streetcars.

There are many sirens. They cascade into the squares of the city, layered upon each other to form volleys of dissonant chords, expanding and receding in waves. 

A crackling and rustling of paper. Pamphlets are distributed. Now the readers come to understand, all at once and in different languages (Polish, English, German, Yiddish, Farsi, Spanish, Mandarin) that something is taking place.

The city is a thicket. It is tangled with voices. 

In the Air

A map is a collection of points and lines that abstracts the geometry of movement onto the flat plane. On the ground the reality is different – places are arrived at by accident or incident, through the paths opened up or closed off by the tides of traffic and detritus in the streets. 

The birds overhead follow a more direct trajectory. They whistle and caw at the confused pathways they see below. They have taken their cries to the trees in the forest and raised up an anthology of song that overwhelms the thrumming din of the computer network and of the central station.

Underground

Beneath the pavement the cold earth is hard. Do secret messages pass through this ground? Do they vibrate through the sewer system? Are they spread along the paths laid by the mushrooms?

The river moves silently through the center.

Within the Presence of Absent Sounds

The city is as full of absent sounds as it is of those that reach us directly.

Those from the past. You may hear the train that used to run through this area. Or the echo of streets that have disappeared. Or the spaces created by buildings demolished by capital. Or the languages of the lost inhabitants.

And those from the future. The clanging bell calling the crowd back to the center has yet to sound. The announcement that will change the life of the city forever.

And in a space of absolute quiet between the sounds …

  … we will forge a chord of crystalline structure so clear that it will ring for a generation.

  Inspired by Zbigniew Gostomski’s The Fragment of the System (The Wrocław City).

May be used in conjunction with Matěj Frank’s It Could Be Started Anywhere.

October, 2020

Michael Pisaro-Liu (b. 1961) – composer and guitarist from Buffalo, NY. Since 1993 he has been an active member of the Wandelwesier collective, which is involved in the creative development of John Cage's ideas on sound perception and it's relationship to space, time and text. In his work he frequently uses silence as one of the basic compositional means. He has written over eighty pieces for various instrumental combinations (including works for variable instrumentation). They have been performed many times in the United States and Europe, as well as published by Edition Wandelweiser Records, Erstwhile Records, Potlach or Another Timbre. Founder of the Gravity Wave record label. He collaborates with such artists as Greg Stuart, Antoine Beuger, Keith Rowe, Taku Sugimoto, Toshiya Tsunoda, Christian Wolff, Graham Lambkin, Reiner van Houdt. Pisaro-Liu is also a valued academic teacher. He currently teaches composition at the California Institute of the Arts, but has also conducted guest seminars at Harvard University among others.    

[deepartnature]

What is Surrealism? - André Breton (1924)

"Four Surrealist Manifestos are known to exist. The first two manifestos, published in October 1924, were written by Yvan Goll and André Breton, the leaders of rivaling Surrealist groups. Breton published his second manifesto for the Surrealists in 1929, and wrote his third manifesto that was not issued during his lifetime. Leading up to 1924, two rival surrealist groups had formed. Each group claimed to be successors of a revolution launched by Guillaume Apollinaire. One group, led by Yvan Goll, consisted of Pierre Albert-Birot, Paul Dermée, Céline Arnauld, Francis Picabia, Tristan Tzara, Giuseppe Ungaretti, Pierre Reverdy, Marcel Arland, Joseph Delteil, Jean Painlevé and Robert Delaunay, among others. ..."

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What is Surrealism? - André Breton

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The Crying Rock

I’ve decided to write some stories of my own, inspired by the stories others have told me here in the North. I will post them periodically, perhaps even compiling them into an anthology. This one, which I call “The Crying Rock,” is inspired by an Elder’s story. Before I begin the story, I want to thank the Creator for the beautiful land, the waters, and the living beings. I want to thank the Northern people for sharing their stories with me. I hope you too reading this story, and others to come can be thankful.

Here goes the story:

One day, a young man went out on to the land to look for food. A caribou would be nice for dinner, or some fish too from the lake. He could just picture the warmth of the campfire, and the warmth of a hearty caribou meat or fish stew. So, he walked, walked, and walked for miles.

But everything was so quiet. The trees didn’t rustle. Not even the ravens cawed (and usually they are the loudest). The young man didn’t see a caribou at all. Nor was he successful in finding fish in the lakes he passed by. Reluctant to turn back, he said to himself, “I’ve come all the way out here. I should push further. Maybe there’s something waiting for me.”

So, he headed further into the forest. 

He had just passed a waterfall when he heard a piercing shriek coming from somewhere down the waterfall. He almost peed in his pants because the voice was so bizarre and loud. It was so loud that he could even hear it amidst the roaring waterfalls.

“What is it?” Full of curiosity, he skipped down the rocks of the waterfalls towards the voice. However, the shriek he had heard stopped and transitioned into a soft, pitiful sob.

“What? There’s someone crying. Who’s there?!” he said.

“Look down here. Help me! Help me!” cried a voice.

He descended to the bottom of the waterfall and looked around. But he could not find anyone within sight.

“Look down here! Down here!” said the soft voice, now with a tad bit more urgency.

So, the young man looked down and found a big, smooth rock in front of him.

“Yes, haha! You’ve found me. Oh dear, it’s so good to see some people here.” said the voice. 

It came from the rock. But how could a rock talk?

The man thought he was going crazy. A rock that could talk…What in the world! But he mustered the courage to speak to the rock.

“Are you a rock? Are you speaking to me?”

“Yes. Will you help me?” implored the rock.

Ok, so maybe I’m not crazy. The man thought to himself. Maybe the rock did need some help.

“What can I do for your?” asked the man.

“Well, I live right up there, behind that waterfall you just scaled down. Will you help me get back to my home please? Some jerk kicked me down the waterfall a long time ago and I’ve been here since, waiting for help.” begged the rock. It must have waited a long time there for someone to come by to help it.

“Okay. I’ll help you.” said the young man. He bent down and tried to pick up the rock. But the rock was too heavy. Beads of sweat fell from his forehead onto the ground. Yet no matter how hard he tried, he just couldn’t move the rock.

Crestfallen, the man sat down next to the rock and said, “I’m sorry big rock. I’m not strong enough to lift you and carry you to the top of that waterfall.”

After a sigh, there came a long silence. Just as the young man thought this whole talking-rock encounter was a dream, the rock started talking again, “Thank you for your help, young man. Let’s wait for someone else to come help us.”

The young man wanted to go back to his camp but didn’t want to leave the rock alone because he had promised to help the rock get back to its home.

So, he waited together with the rock for help.

Almost falling into a stupor from exhaustion, the young man was suddenly woken up by a loud rustling in the bush near him. He immediately stood up, his eyes focused on the rustling bush.

Out from the bush came a huge black bear, taking his time with the stroll as if he was the King. Yes, in this part of the forest he was indeed king above all. He saw the young man.

The young man was scared. He scrambled to pick up a stone to throw at the bear, his hands shaking.

“Please don’t eat me.” the young man whimpered. He didn’t know to whom he was talking to because bears can’t talk.  

“Hahahaha!” the bear laughed, “I won’t eat you. I just had a nice caribou for dinner. Now, why are you in my woods?”

The young man dropped the stone in awe and said, “You can…talk too? I’m…I was looking for some food and found this big rock calling for help. I couldn’t lift it and have been waiting for someone to help me move the rock back to its home.”

“Is that true?” questioned the bear.

“Yes! This kind man has stayed with me all this time to wait for help to come. I live just above that waterfall.” said the rock.

The bear walked closer to the young man and sniffed his trembling hands.

“Very well, I shall help you carry this rock back to its home. Give me a hand, young man. Help me put that rock onto my shoulders and hold it. We’ll climb to the top of the waterfalls together.” said the bear.

So, the young man obeyed. The bear stood up on its hind legs, picked up the huge rock with ease, and bent his arms backwards. The young man got a hold of the rock and held in on the bear’s back as he went down back on all fours.

They started climbing the waterfalls. After what seemed like hours, they finally made it to the top and sat the rock down on the banks of the streams that fed into the waterfalls.

“Oh dear! Thank you all so much! You have such kind hearts. I am so blessed to have come across you. I bid you farewell and best of luck on your journeys.” said the rock, beaming with joy and relief. The rock then fell silent.

“You’re welcome!” said the young man, smiling with the satisfaction of knowing that he did something good.

“Wait here for a bit.” the bear said to the young man. Not daring to disobey the command of the powerful bear, the young man waited. Soon, the bear returned with a caribou leg in his jaws and a trout in his paws.

“This is for you.” he laid down the caribou leg and the trout in front of the young man. “You have been kind today, and your kindness even extends to a rock. That’s rare and I admire you.”

The young man was overwhelmed with joy. “Thank you, thank you, thank you!” that’s all he knew what to say to the bear.

“I’ll see you around, young man.” the bear chuckled as he disappeared into the bushes again, walking with majesty and nonchalance.

So that night, the young man ate the most delicious caribou and trout that he could have ever dreamed for.

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My letters from her bear all the colors of her pencils: red, green, blue. Each color had its tone, each letter its special hue.

Mary Ann Caws on Jacqueline Lamba (Surrealist French painter, 1910-1993)    in “Surrealist Painters and Poets. An Anthology”, edited by Mary Ann Caws.

[dustedmagazine]

Catherine Ribeiro + Alpes — N°2 / Ame Debout / Paix (Anthology Records)

These are most uncommon records. Let's get the common points of reference out of the way: Nico, Can. The career of Catherine Ribeiro + Alpes took shape and peaked in the same years as those artists. They were all working on the edge of possibility in the early 1970s. What they were making was part of the rock scene, though none were invested in rock as a sector of pop. They summoned chaos and surrendered to it. Ribeiro had, like Nico, been a mod 1960s model and peripheral actress (Goddard and Fellini respectively). And like Nico and Damo Suzuki, her singing pushes past the boundaries of reason. Her collaborator Patrice Moullet, like John Cale and Holger Czukay, came from conservatory training. Each made records with a forbidding throb that still sounds modern, though perhaps it is impossible to ever catch up when these kinds of spirits are unleashed.

If these albums are timeless, it's taken a while for their reputation to spread enough to warrant an American release. The lyrics are French, with a few dips into Portuguese, Ribeiro being the daughter of immigrants who settled in Lyon. The language barrier and distribution have been limiting factors. The mp3 blog era helped immeasurably, along with the rising interest in folky drone. Ribeiro and Moullet could make pretty music, dotting these albums with classical guitar interludes and cafe chanson. At their core, though, Alpes were about exploration, finding shapes and pacing songs that remain striking. Blots of noise erupt, tearing open the slowly boiling verses, with the bits of folky pop providing incomplete relief.  

The spirits unleashed do a lot to carry the listener past the barriers. Ribeiro comes at the songs through a variety of strategies, from reminiscence to shrieks. Her emotion, or lack of it, rides past linguistic comprehension. She can sing conventionally well, with a guttural lilt akin to Lotte Lenya or Edith Piaf. But lines delivered smoothly sit alongside experiments in what voice can do as an instrument and as a character. Over the 18 minutes of "Poem Non Epique" she devolves from simple distress into straight-jacket babbling. In "Paix ," she announces benedictions to the underdogs and afflicted. Talking more than singing, her delivery offers authority more than empathy, as if reading a scroll from the Vatican. Her stoicism is a presentation of resolve, reaching out to the retreating forces of 1960s optimism.  

Moullet, in charge of the arrangements, is equally radical, mixing freedom with discipline. A musical instrument designer, his textures sound just off enough from rock to become uncanny. The lead figure for "Paix" is a descending single-string scale with tone that sometimes feels like a bass guitar, sometimes like a Stratocaster. Sitting on the edge of amp distortion, it fizzes up to blend with an organ shifting between the ecclesiastical and acid rock improv. The driving rhythm doesn't come from a drummer behind traps. Moullet constructed motor-driven beat boxes that sound like bicycle derailleurs tapping congas. The effect is both regimented and alien. Rhythm machines appear intermittently across these albums. Many tracks lack percussion altogether, with beats derived from flamenco strums. There's ample use of wide stereo separation, but more than most of their progressive peers, it's worked into the melodic ideas, making higher and lower frequencies criss-cross space.  

Paix, the album, is their best-sequenced creation. Opener "Roc Alpin" hews close to the conventions of prog in 1972 — keyboard fanfares, mellotron-like orchestral washes, soaring vocals, and a plain 'ol drum kit bashing away. By closing 25-minute suite "Un jour...la mort" we are in a very different place: lonely guitar landscapes, proto-techno whorls, drone, caws of panic. 

Structure distinguishes all three albums in this reissue project, and the juxtaposing of the sublime with the ugly can be as fascinating as the sounds themselves. N°2 is partitioned with unaccompanied Spanish guitar and closes with a traditionally-styled Portuguese ballad. This austere classicism frames shocks and jolts. "Silen Von Kathy" thunders with kettle drums and Sabbathy doom. The shifts are like being lifted out of the water and dunked back in, taken from placid air to nearly drowning. Ame Debout launches right into the percussion engines and rabid growling. Lighter moments are fleeting, the classical guitar an aside to Ribeiro's most brusque eruptions — as in the two-part "Alpes," where a galloping rave-up ends with the sounds of riders trampled by horses.  

In the context of the 1970s, this music feels tucked away, distant within the Francophone world and hidden from the Anglo, as if lying in wait for our own time. It's similar to how Alice Coltrane's mystic yearning resonates now that it is free of the expectations of mid-century jazz. The last ten years have made the mixing of medieval and the motorized seem natural with the haunts of Demdike Stare and Shackleton. Circuit des Yeux walks the same line between composition and instinct, the pastoral and industrial. She produced a cover of a Ribeiro number to promote these releases. The long suites played on hand-constructed instruments matches the methods of Steven R. Smith, who turns out cult rock while hidden from the touring world. Ribeiro and Moullet's operations don't feel like footnotes to hippy outsiderism anymore. They are the work of guerrillas who have just come down from the hills, ready to ambush our senses. 

Ben Donnelly 

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In his debut chapbook, PJ Krass celebrates the double meaning of “my sixties” by arranging his poems in two sections. In the first section, the poems look back to his adolescence during the 1960s (and early 1970s). Then, in the second section, the subject of exploration shifts to the present; the poet, now aging, finds himself in his own sixties. A meditation on history, youth and the changing self, “My Sixties” is a collection for anyone living their life in time.

ADVANCE PRAISE FOR My Sixties by PJ Krass

Peter Krass is taking us, his readers, on quite a trip (and given the Sixties reference, the word’s two – at least – meanings pertain) in these poems. Time is sandwiched, hijacked and serenaded (“To travel like this is to fly, / free and high, like a kettle of kites,”) between youth and older age. The poet, side-kicking along with Bruce Springsteen and his desire “to change the world / with nothing more than air”, encounters his muse, dead friends and even Billy Collins along the way. Funny, moving, thought-provoking, it’s quite a trip indeed, on which we’re all beginners, hitchhiking our way across time.

–Philip Schultz, Pulitzer Prize-winning poet and founder/director of The Writers Studio.

From the vantage point of his sixties, PJ Krass returns, in these wonderfully allusive poems, to his childhood in the 60s, that time of incense and headshops and Beatles and Stones in which both his selves, “the holy one / and the sinner,” were shaped by a pop culture that zigzagged toward a “seemingly solid adult world.” Then and now “a nation torn in two,” this America of “disappointed dirt” still offers its muted pleasures: “Even the fortune teller’s booth, / boarded up and empty, / keeps a secret of the past.” That secret is almost revealed in elegiac poems tempered with humor and scored, always, with “a music strange but welcoming.”

–Michael Waters, author of “Caw” and other books of poetry; co-editor of “Border Lines: Poems of Migration” and other anthologies; Guggenheim Fellow; and five-time Pushcart Prize recipient.

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Comic Script 2 - Sundown

"Sundown" is a comic originally published in the horror-themed 4th volume of the Lilies Anthology series: Spider Lily. This was a collaborative effort, written by myself and illustrated by the incomparable Sparklenaut.

"Monstrous, predatory and villainous depictions of queer people continue to be a common occurrence in modern day media. What to do, when in the middle of being nervous about your “first time together” your girlfriend starts growing enormous claws and teeth that could tear you in half? When the sun is setting, the lines between hopes, fears, fantasy and reality are blurred. Can the fear of intimacy be conquered, and does love belong even to those with a fuzzy snout?"

 - Sparklenaut

 Page 1 - 4 panels:

 Panel 1:

Establishing shot, showing the location and environment. This panel shows a small house, tucked away somewhere in a city/built-up area. It is late evening, and only one light on the upper floor is switched on. In the foreground, crows caw ominously.

 Panels 2 and 3:

These are transitional shots, showing the two characters, A and B, walking into a room, from the perspective of the room itself. B walks in first, and A follows after. In panel 3, A produces a key from her pocket.

A is wearing comfortable clothes, including baggy jeans,a t-shirt and a red flannel shirt.

 Panel 4:

A stands in the centre of the panel, as she LOCKS the door from the inside. For the first time we see her face, and she has a concerned expression. In her long, fluffy hair, there is a PINK RIBBON tied in a bow. She addresses B, who is off-screen.

A:        Are you sure you want to do this?

 Page 2 - 6 Panels:

 Panels 1, 2 and 3:

These are more transitional shots, while A talks to B, who remains off-screen. A is clearly cleaning up the room, though it is still not obvious which room in her house this is. In the first panel, she is placing delicate items into boxes. In the second, she is drawing the curtains, allowing the reader to see the setting sun on the horizon. In the third panel, she is clearing furniture into the corners of the room-

A:        It’s just that...

A:        I always thought…

A:        People like me shouldn’t…

A:     Do this kind of thing with people like you.

 Panel 4:

This panel features a close-up of B’s face - she is much more stylish than A, with short, curly blonde hair and an undercut. She gives A a reassuring grin, but she is holding up a pair of shining metal HANDCUFFS.

B:         Do I look like I’m being held against my will?

 Panel 5:

A, who is rolling up a huge rug in the middle of her room, smiles and laughs.

A:     Haha, of course not!

 Panel 6:

A close-up of A’s face shows that, while she laughed at B’s joke, she is still worried and concerned.

 Page 3 - 3 panels:

 Panel 1:

This is a wide-angle shot, featuring A standing alone in the room holding the rolled-up RUG. The room is revealed to be her BEDROOM, with a bed to one side, and HUGE SCRATCHES can be seen all over the hardwood floor where the rug used to be. This shot makes A seem SMALL and VULNERABLE.

 Panel 2:

Close-up of the HANDCUFFS, dangling by B’s side, as she addresses her GIRLFRIEND:

B:         Are you ready?

 Panel 3:

This panel shows A laying out a small ‘doggy mat’, something that one might place in a dog basket, or in a cage.

A:     Yeah, I think so.

 Page 4 - 4 Panels:

 Panel 1:

This panel shows A’s bare feet and lower legs, while her OVERSHIRT falls to the ground - she is now stripping naked, making it more clear that she is to become the WEREWOLF.

 Panel 2:

Close-up of A’s arm, as B locks the HANDCUFFS around A’s WRIST. They talk to each other, though we cannot see either of their faces.

B:             Will these hold you?

A (NERVOUS):     W-well, they always have in the past!

 Panel 3:

A is now sitting naked on the little MAT she laid out earlier. The HANDCUFFS are connected to a RADIATOR by her side, so that she cannot leave this spot. She is looking self-conscious and nervous, clearly anxious about the night to come. A narrow gap in the curtains (out of shot) leaves a narrow strip of light up the middle of A’s body. The same DEEP SCRATCHES on the floor from before are visible here.

 Panel 4:

B lies awake in bed, staring straight up at the ceiling. Her arms, crossed behind her head, shows that she has no intention of sleeping. There is the suggestion, from her being in bed, that some time has passed.

A (OUT):         You know…

 Page 5 - 5 Panels:

 Panel 1:

Close-up of A’s feet, showing that she is fidgeting nervously. The sunset is bathing her in increasing shades of red and orange.

A:     This is the first time I’ve had anyone with me.

 Panel 2:

Close-up now of A’s face. She is looking away from the reader, gazing at the floor nervously, but she is now smiling a little. This suggests that she is feeling a little more comfortable with her situation, and with B’s presence.

A:     It’s been a bit scary, but now I’m really excited about that!

 Panel 3:

A wide-angle shot of the setting sun outside. The sun is now only a small glimmer above the rooftops.

 Panel 4:

This panel shows the floor by A’s feet again, but instead of showing her nervous fidgeting, we can see her arm, still restrained by the HANDCUFFS, but now sporting a set of claws that are digging SCRATCHES into the floor.

A:     In fact… It’s like I’m even more excited than usual!

 Panel 5:

Now we see A’s face again, and she is staring directly at the reader. Her eyes are much more feral than before, and her wide grin shows long, sharp teeth.

A:     I’m pumped! It’s hard to sit still! I can’t wait to be over there with you.

 Page 6 - 6 Panels:

 Panels 1-6:

In these panels, we see fantasies and fears through A’s mind’s eye, as the power of the FULL MOON (not shown) starts to rise within her. She continues her monologue to B, detailing her physical desires, and there are parallels drawn between her sexual fantasy and the fears of her predatory urges.

In the first panel, they are passionately kissing.

In the second, her desire to kiss her lover and “taste” her skin has taken on a more monstrous appearance within her mind, and she is leaving LOVEBITES with sharp teeth and long claws on B’s NECK and SHOULDERS.

The third panel shows her monstrous mouth, licking her lips with a savage hunger.

In the fourth panel, the WOLF in her mind has taken over more, and we can see B scrambling towards the reader, huge CLAWS reaching out of the SHADOWS behind her.

In the fifth panel, B is running for the LOCKED bedroom door, with the shadow of A’s enormous, LUPINE body cast over her.

In the sixth panel, a TERRIFIED B is pinned to the ground beneath the formless horror of A.

A:     I wanna hold you so tight I can feel your soft skin against mine…

A:     I wanna make out with you so I can taste your lips and leave dumb                marks all over your neck...

A:     I wanna go wild, and feel the rush of your beating heart...

A:     I wanna run my nails through your hair and down your spine...

A:     I wanna feel my teeth against your skin, so I can taste everything                about you…

 Page 7 - 4 Panels:

 Panel 1:

This is an entirely black panel, as A has closed her eyes during her fantasy, and features only B’s speech bubbles. She is shouting, to break A out of her reverie.

B:         Hey!

B:         Hey! You okay?

 Panel 2:

Close-up on A’s EYES, open wide with panic and fright. Her eyes are now RED, but are looking less FERAL than before.

 Panel 3:

Panel depicting B holding A by the shoulders, having crossed the room during A’s FANTASY. B looks at A, worried, while A is staring up at the moon with a terrified expression, which is bathing them both in a pale white light.

 Panel 3:

A view out of the window from B and A’s perspectives, featuring the FULL MOON that will complete A’s transformation.

A (OUT):         I-I’m scared.

  Page 8 - 6 Panels:

 Panels 1-5:

These are the transitional panels that depict A’s transformation. The transformation is grotesque and uneven, shown mostly through suggestion.

In the first, she is silhouetted against the FULL MOON, as FUR sprouts all over her body and her hands start to become huge PAWS.

In the second, we see her FACE as it loses its last shred of humanity.

In panels 3, 4 and 5, we see glimpses of her huge CLAWS, long fur and wolf-like MUZZLE.

 Panel 6:

The now fully-transformed A towers over B, who stares up at her with a TERRIFIED expression.

Page 9 - 4 Panels:

 Panels 1 and 2:

These panels show A and B, who is now cowering some distance away from A. A is sitting silently on the floor, and doesn’t seem to move. In the second panel, B starts to realise that A is not moving, and pauses. A is an enormous creature, a mostly formless monster made up of jet black fur with canine features and a pair of white, glowing EYES.

 Panel 3:

Close-up of A staring directly at the reader (and B, out of shot) with her expressionless EYES. They do not openly show any emotion, and she still has not moved. The cute pink RIBBON is still attached to A, now sitting behind one of her EARS.

 Panel 4:

Close-up of B, who is still afraid and cowering. She tries to reach out to A with her voice. She is afraid that A will not recognise her, and might react violently if confused.

B:         B-Baby?

 Page 10 - 7 Panels:

 Panel 1:

Shows B’s feet, as she walks slowly across the room towards A. To highlight the danger, the DEEP SCRATCHES are clearly visible on the floor.

 Panel 2:

Close-up on B’s face, sweating nervously but forcing a reassuring smile, as she reaches out her hand towards A.

B:         H-Hey there sweetie…

B:        I’m...

B:         I’m gonna Trust you now, okay?

 Panel 3:

Close-up on A’s ears, that twitch as B talks.

B (OUT):     I'm gonna come a bit closer, alright?

 Panel 4:

This panel shows that B is now much closer to A, nervously reaching out to her. A is looking at her with CURIOUSITY.

 Panel 5:

Close-up on B’s face again, now even more nervous and lacking the reassuring smile from before.

 Panels 6 and 7:

B’s HAND reaches out towards A’s NOSE, which sniffs at her with interest. In panel 6, her hand shakes with fear at the cautious sniffing, but in panel 7, A has clearly recognised her GIRLFRIEND, and presses her NOSE happily into B’s HAND.

 Page 11 - 4 Panels:

 Panel 1:

Closeup on A’s tail, which wags eagerly at B’s touch. Now that A regonises her, her body language and depiction is much less frightening.

 Panel 2:

Close-up on A and B’s faces. A has gotten closer to B, and affectionately LICKS her FACE with a huge pink tongue. B laughs, raising her arm as if to ward herself against the gross lick.

B (LAUGHING):         Hey! Cut it out!

 Panel 3:

B scratches A affectionately behind the EARS, showing A’s RIBBON. A has her EYES closed with HAPPINESS.

 Panel 4:

B hugs A’s enormous head affectionately, and the two share a tender moment of shared relief and love.

B:         See? This isn’t so bad, you’re doing great!

B:         I’m glad you’re okay, sweetie.

 Page 12 - 4 Panels:

 Panel 1:

B has A’s PAW placed on her lap, while she removes the HANDCUFFS. Because A has grown so much, the HANDCUFFS are now painfully tight around her WRIST and looks as though it has been rubbed RAW.

B:         Aww, sweetie… I knew these were a silly idea.

 Panel 2:

Close-up of B’s hand, as she lights some romantic CANDLES.

 Panel 3:

B embraces A’s HEAD once again, placing a KISS upon A’s FOREHEAD. The CANDLES have replaced the lighting of the MOON with a warm, orange glow.

 Panel 4:

A large, open panel featuring B leading A over to the bed, now confident in her GIRLFRIEND’s self-control. They both seem HAPPY, and any trace of a threatening atmosphere has vanished from A’s appearance.

B:         Now come on, you!

B:         We’ve only got all night!

 END.

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Ghost Animation’s animated short film about climate change, ‘Wade’, envisions an ominous future for Kolkata

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Ghost Animation’s animated short film about climate change, ‘Wade’, envisions an ominous future for Kolkata

Kolkata returns to the swamps it was reclaimed from in this new, internationally acclaimed futuristic animated short film about climate change, ‘Wade’

It catches you unawares. There’s the Kolkata you have always known, with its rows of hideous highrises, the red-painted buildings from an older era, the Howrah Bridge, the blue-white railings, the mesh of overhead wires blocking the sky.

If they all look battered and crumbling, well, that is how Kolkata is. Then you realise with a start that the rot has gone deeper than ever before — the roads are under putrid green water, the trams are ghost ships disintegrating in sheds, the railway platforms are submerged and the last trains have left, never to return. Crows circle over this wasteland, cawing menacingly, a crocodile slips under the scum at the erstwhile Gariahat crossing, snakes slither, catfish swim. This is the Kolkata of the future as imagined by the short animation film, Wade. Climate change has returned the city to the swamps it was reclaimed from and the well-heeled have fled to drier grounds.

Atmosphere of menace

The people left behind are a straggly set of migrants from the Sundarbans, which is now a few scattered islands floating like dead leaves in a ravenous sea. Rising sea levels have displaced not just the human inhabitants but also animals. In Wade, a terrifying encounter takes place between two groups of climate change migrants — humans and tigers — in a ravaged Park Street. The wide-eyed humans and animals, the background score of swamp sounds mixed with a grating metallic roar, the absence of dialogues, and the visuals of a broken city create an atmosphere of menace, which is compounded by the realisation that this might not just be a dystopic vision after all.

  Around 17 million people were displaced by natural disasters in 2018; and, according to a World Bank study, 143 million people could be rendered homeless by climate change-related catastrophes by 2050 in sub-Saharan Africa, Latin America and South Asia. The Ghoramara island in the Sundarbans is sinking steadily as a result of climate change. If global temperatures continue to rise at the current rate, coastal cities like Kolkata might well be under water in 30 years’ time.

Wade is the creation of Ghost Animation, a collective of young animators, artists and filmmakers from all over India, based in Kolkata. Their signature style is 2D animation, drawn by hand, frame by frame.“Every frame is a unique drawing made from scratch, and we love the flavour that brings to the story,”say Upamanyu Bhattacharyya and Kalp Sanghvi, who make up the team along withGaurav Wakankar, Isha Mangalmurti, Shaheen Sheriff and Anwaar Alam. These days, one usually doesn’t associate Kolkata with skilled young professionals. But, Sanghvi says, “Kolkata has been very good for us, and we’ve had no trouble bringing some very good talent to the city to work with us.”

Shell of Park Street

Their closeness to Kolkata is apparent in Wade: the visuals will move any viewer but will probably leave a Kolkatan devastated. The film has that effect because it recreates the city not just through the recognisable Howrah Bridge or Victoria Memorial but

also through smaller details like the pamphlet-plastered electricity boxes on South Kolkata roads, the ubiquitous graffiti, the blue mosaic on a Metro station wall. This familiarity lends plausibility to the unfamiliar future, making it scarier. For instance, Park Street, where the main action takes place, still retains the pink Flurys banner, the Stephen Court building, the McDonald’s logo.

Explaining why they chose to set the action in Park Street, Bhattacharyya says, “Because it’s recognisable and because most people of a certain level of privilege have had good times there. We felt that all the decadence and luxuries that Park Street embodies are surviving on borrowed time, and soon it’ll be a shell,” adding, “People who have seen the future of Park Street as depicted in Wade have described it as akin to ‘watching a good friend suffer.’”

  Ghost Animation films usually tend to be more about ordinary people. In a West Bengal tourism film, toddy-tappers atop palm trees and the Darjeeling toy train make up dazzling kaleidoscopic patterns, accompanied by footages of the Maidan football players and schoolgirls balancing themselves on railway tracks. In Wade, the landed rich have vanished altogether, leaving the migrants to fight it out in a space still echoing with the revelry of heedless days.

Us vs. them

Wall graffiti declaring ‘Send back! Save Kolkata from climate change refugees’ speaks of a time when city dwellers had closed ranks to keep out the newly-arrived. “Society is not accepting of people fleeing situations of distress. Today, our borders are more rigid and we have a sharper sense of ‘us vs. them’ than ever before,” says Sanghvi.

The ‘them’ include the fauna, the most powerless of them all: Ghost Animation’s short film, Kinara — The Edge, made for the Wildlife Trust of India, also featuring tigers, is a chilling story of how humans evict animals from their own hunting grounds and kill them when they return looking for food.

Expectedly, Wade is getting a lot of attention internationally, having been selected at nearly 40 global festivals, including the 2020 Annecy International Animated Film Festival (held in June), where it won the City of Annecy Award. The story of Wade continues to grow: the team is currently working on an anthology of comic short stories further exploring the Wade universe, delving into how people ignored the climate crisis while the city still looked ‘normal’ and how life gradually changed for the worse. Ominous? Yes, but it might just wake us up.

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You Will Never Believe These Bizarre Truth Behind Wayne Thiebaud Art | wayne thiebaud art

Paul Cézanne’s favourite bite was anchovies advance amid slices of sautéed aubergine. He admired it so abundant that he set out anniversary morning for his flat with a backing of it in his bag. For Andy Warhol, it was amber blimp amid two slices of bread, a brew he called “cake”, admitting he additionally said that annihilation with amoroso in would do, and was accepted to serve jam sandwiches for supper.

These are aloof two of the comestible tips I accept adopted from artists lately, in an attack to activate up the amaranthine bore that affable has become in lockdown. Before, I begin calm in the commemoration of chopping and stirring. Now, well, spoons accept been thrown.

I began with The Modern Art Cookbook by Mary Ann Caws, a anthology mined from the notebooks of artists who admired to cook, affective on to a 1977 Artists’ Cookbook from New York’s Museum of Modern Art (MoMA), for which artists such as Warhol and Louise Bourgeois supplied a favourite dish. From the above I learnt David Hockney’s compound for birthmark cake; from the latter, that bodies in the Seventies ate a lot of bifold cream. 

When you anticipate about it, art and aliment accept consistently enjoyed a kinship. We see it in the aboriginal still lifes of the Dutch Golden Age, in Wayne Thiebaud’s corrective rows of cakes, and in Dieter Roth’s 37 accoutrements abounding with cheese. More recently, Olafur Eliasson angry an absolute attic of his Berlin flat into an beginning kitchen. “Even the act of case a potato can be an aesthetic act if it is carefully done,” said Joseph Beuys, who acclimated honey and margarine as materials.

Beuys, it turns out, was additionally addicted of cooking, and one of several artists in the art banker Thaddaeus Ropac’s bend to accept had a compound aggregate in the gallery’s lockdown email newsletter. “As artists are additionally bedfast to their home environments, for us to attending to them for afflatus seems alone fitting,” Julia Peyton-Jones, Ropac’s chief all-around director, tells me.

Beuys’s addition is Drakeplatz stew, a simple meat and vegetable medley, but Robert Longo’s “blood and guts” penne is the show-stopper: amazon sauce, Italian sausage, “gutted, to accomplish it attending added lumpy”, and chopped sirloin. And I – if not my arteries – adulation the abstraction of Robert Rauschenberg’s key adhesive pie, fabricated from abridged milk, adhesive juice, egg yolks and pastry. Rauschenberg had so abounding requests for the compound that he kept a assemblage to accord to guests. He additionally hosted some 200 taco festivals. Who knew?

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