Re: The Tree of Life (Terrence Malick, 2011)
Posted: Wed Sep 28, 2011 4:30 pm
You liked the notes on the script? I took many, that was just a small selection. Something new.
On ne s’arrête pas, je vous le dis. (Pickpocket)
I found out today that Ashley, that poet I have told you about (rides in planes, dinosaurs, etc), is still publishing. Maybe you already knew it. I didn't. Not surprisingly, Ashley is in total delirium, making sites and more sites full of Christian teachings. You will need plenty of time to read everything. Just some interesting quotes:
On ne s’arrête pas, je vous le dis. (Pickpocket)
I found out today that Ashley, that poet I have told you about (rides in planes, dinosaurs, etc), is still publishing. Maybe you already knew it. I didn't. Not surprisingly, Ashley is in total delirium, making sites and more sites full of Christian teachings. You will need plenty of time to read everything. Just some interesting quotes:
Ashley dreams about a houseI've found that what I need to have every day is a routine. It helps put my brain in that "writing world" after a long day at the Day Job. [Job: “Where were…”]
Classic Crime on Grooveshark. I'm not really sure why, but Classic Crime has always been the soundtrack to my writing. At least for the last three years. I'd say they're probably my favorite musical group of all time. Followed closely by Anberlin [Hölderlin: Heidelberg], but I don't listen to Anberlin while I'm writing. Usually.
WIP (Work in Progress) pulled up on the laptop. His name is Wallace, btw. Henry asked me one time what I wanted to name my computer because it needed a name on the network. I think I'd just used numbers before. The first name that popped into my head was Wallace. (All the gadgets around here have weird names....my iPod is called Paco [Waco]. I don't even know.) What you see in this picture is WIP Book #2...
The recent “How to stay safe online” is very instructive.When I close my eyes I see...peonies. Big, fat, pillowy peonies in shades of ballerina tutu and first kiss and fresh laundry. There's green grass stretching for miles and miles, and a barn down at the bottom of the hill. I don't have to go in the barn to know it smells old and cool. I see our garden, over on the other side of the yard, full of broccoli and cabbage and other vegetables I can't remember any more. There's a swing hanging underneath the porch. And a bike discarded in the hedge over near the road. There's a giant oak tree, and it loses its leaves after the fall. I see summertime and sundresses and high dives and haircuts.