glenn frey the cat not the rocker
patti smith the rocker not the cat.
“in art and dream may you proceed with abandon.
in life may you proceed with balance and stealth.”
saw this beautiful film yesterday
very moving and mesmerizing
drawn in mostly soft colors
it captures the subtleties of
nature, man, balance, human connections, family,
impermanence, the circles that life takes
very simple lines and images
bamboo, trees, water, sky, people, animals, land
created by three studios in three countries
japan, england, belgium
does not require any translation
as there is no dialogue
except for one word
only lovely music
to take you through this
fairy tale, fantasy, fable, legend
when you get to the end
the quietly powerful and touching final scenes
will draw you in
it was 81 minutes of
pure perfection in every frame.
“this film was simple and and elemental.
like a picture book that needs no words.”
– a.o. scott – new york times
‘the red turtle’ premiered in the Un Certain Regard section at the 2016 cannes film festival, where it won a grand jury award. the film was also nominated for the best animated feature film for the 89th academy awards.
credits: studio ghibli, wild bunch studio, toho studio, sony pictures classics
who wouldn’t buy from these six?
not many customers were available
and most who stopped by
had no money on them
so they changed their marketing plan
added music, dance, costumes
even an impromptu wedding
after drinking away
much of the merchandise
everyone still made a profit
not bad for a day’s work.
“if life gives you lemons, don’t settle for simply making lemonade – make a glorious scene at a lemonade stand.”
my talented and creative friend’s new book –
My latest book, Flora Belle and Dreami Dragon is now available on Amazon.com. I’d be grateful if you’d help spread the word. I believe this book will quickly become one of my most popular titles ever. It has a dragon, a carousel horse, adventure, friendship, fantasy, and more. Children and adults are likely to be delighted by it.
Everything on the earth bristled,
the bramble pricked
and the green thread nibbled away,
the petal fell,
falling until the only flower was the falling itself.
Water is another matter,
has no direction but its own bright grace,
runs through all imaginable colors,
takes limpid lessons from stone,
and in those functionings plays out
the unrealized ambitions of the foam.