Same joke. Fourth time. The awkward bit at the end of a date.
Woman: Jessica Makinson
Man: Brandon J Sornberger
Writer: Jim Owen
Director: Jim Owen
Man: Brandon J Sornberger
Writer: Jim Owen
Director: Jim Owen
giovedì 24 luglio 2014
Breathing Underwater
I built my house by the sea. Not on the sands, mind you; not on the shifting sand. And I built it of rock. A strong house by a strong sea. And we got well acquainted, the sea and I. Good neighbors. Not that we spoke much.
We met in silences. Respectful, keeping our distance, but looking our thoughts across the fence of sand.
Always, the fence of sand our barrier, always, the sand between. And then one day, and I still don’t know how it happened - the sea came. Without warning. Without welcome, even. Not sudden and swift, but a shifting across the sand like wine, less like the flow of water than the flow of blood. Slow, but coming. Slow, but flowing like an open wound. And I thought of flight and I thought of drowning and I thought of death. And while I thought the sea crept higher, till it reached my door. And I knew, then, there was neither flight, nor death, nor drowning. That when the sea comes calling, you stop being neighbors, Well acquainted, friendly-at-a-distance neighbors, And you give your house for a coral castle, And you learn to breathe underwater.
Sr. Carol Bieleck, RSCJ
from an unpublished work
We met in silences. Respectful, keeping our distance, but looking our thoughts across the fence of sand.
Always, the fence of sand our barrier, always, the sand between. And then one day, and I still don’t know how it happened - the sea came. Without warning. Without welcome, even. Not sudden and swift, but a shifting across the sand like wine, less like the flow of water than the flow of blood. Slow, but coming. Slow, but flowing like an open wound. And I thought of flight and I thought of drowning and I thought of death. And while I thought the sea crept higher, till it reached my door. And I knew, then, there was neither flight, nor death, nor drowning. That when the sea comes calling, you stop being neighbors, Well acquainted, friendly-at-a-distance neighbors, And you give your house for a coral castle, And you learn to breathe underwater.
Sr. Carol Bieleck, RSCJ
from an unpublished work
Directed by
Eliot Rausch
Eliot Rausch
mercoledì 23 luglio 2014
Panic Stations #1
The bit at the end of a first date when one of you panics.
Writer: Jim Owen
Director: Jim Owen
Mohammad Jamshidi
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| Mohammad Jamshidi, born in Tonekabon, Iran in 1979, has become well known internationally since he won awards in international poster biennials in Tehran, Mexico and Moscow. |
martedì 22 luglio 2014
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