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Tuesday, April 13, 2010

musty. Must he? MUST SEE!!

Legends of the Fall is a 1994 drama film based on the 1979 novella of the same title by Jim Harrison. It was directed by Edward Zwick and stars Brad Pitt, Anthony Hopkins and Aidan Quinn. The film won the Academy Award for Best Cinematography.

The movie's timeframe spans the decade before World War I through the Prohibition era, and into the 1930s, ending with a brief scene set in 1963. The film centers on the Ludlow family of Montana, including veteran of the Indian Wars, Colonel Ludlow, his sons, Alfred, Tristan, and Samuel, and object of the brothers' love, Susannah.

This movie was shot in Alberta and British Columbia, Canada.





CAST

  • Brad Pitt as Tristan Ludlow

  • Anthony Hopkins as Col. William Ludlow

  • Aidan Quinn as Alfred Ludlow

  • Julia Ormond as Susannah Fincannon Ludlow

  • Henry Thomas as Samuel Ludlow

  • Karina Lombard as Isabel "Isabel II" Decker/Isabel Decker Ludlow

  • Gordon Tootoosis as One Stab

  • Christina Pickles as Isabel Ludlow

  • Paul Desmond as Decker

  • Tantoo Cardinal as Pet Decker

  • Robert Wisden as John T. O'Banion

  • John Novak as James O'Banion

  • Kenneth Welsh as Sheriff Tynert

  • Bart the Bear as The Bear





PLOT
Sick of the betrayals the United States government has perpetrated on the Native Americans, Colonel William Ludlow (Anthony Hopkins) retires to a remote part of Montana with One Stab, a Native American friend and narrator of the film, where they build a ranch. Accompanying them are hired hand Decker, Decker's Cree wife, Pet and their daughter, Isabel II. The Colonel's wife, Isabel, does not adapt to the harsh winters and soon leaves to live on the East Coast. Colonel Ludlow has three sons: Alfred, the eldest, is responsible and cautious; Tristan is wild and well versed in American Indian traditions; Samuel, the youngest, is educated but naive and is constantly watched over by his brothers.

At age 12, Tristan tries to sneak up on and touch a sleeping grizzly bear. The bear awakens and slashes at Tristan, injuring him, but he stabs at the bear's paw and manages to cut off a claw. The bear limps away.

As the boys grow up, Samuel returns from Harvard with his fiancée, Susannah Fincannon. She finds Tristan's wild charisma captivating, and she is conflicted over this because she loves Samuel. Before they can marry, Samuel tells his family that he is leaving for Calgary to join the Canadian Expeditionary Force, and serve England in the fight against Germany. Much to their father's displeasure, Alfred and Tristan go with him.

During World War I, the brothers find themselves in the 10th Battalion, CEF. Alfred, commissioned as an officer, leads a mass charge into no man's land, possibly an offensive during the 2nd Battle of Ypres (see below), although the date in the narration is given as February 1915, rather than the real date of April-May. Tristan abandons his own unit to be at Samuel's side. The attack is repulsed with heavy casualties, and Alfred is wounded. While visiting Alfred in the field hospital, Tristan learns that Samuel has volunteered for a dangerous reconnaissance mission. He rushes off frantically to protect his younger brother but arrives too late to save him from being gassed and fatally machine gunned. Devastated, Tristan holds Samuel until he dies. Then, in tears, Tristan cuts out Samuel's heart, which he sends home to be buried on his father's ranch. Seething with hatred, Tristan single-handedly raids behind German lines, killing two gunners,though they are not the one's responsible for Samuel's death. To the horror of his fellow soldiers, he returns to camp the following morning with the scalps of German soldiers hanging around his neck. He is discharged from army service but doesn't go home (a deleted scene on the DVD shows him in a psychiatric hospital.) In the meantime, Alfred returns to Montana and proposes marriage to Susannah, but she declines.

Tristan returns home, where Susannah finds him weeping over Samuel's grave. Trying to comfort him, they become lovers. A jealous Alfred confronts Tristan and later leaves to make his name in Helena. Tristan's relationship with Susannah is doomed by his guilt and pain for failing to protect Samuel, as well as feeling responsible for driving Alfred away. These demons force him to go travelling again, chasing him all over the globe. Back at the ranch, Susannah waits for him but eventually receives a letter: "All we had is dead. As I am dead. Marry another." Alfred finds her weeping on the porch and tries to comfort her. Colonel Ludlow finds them together, leading to a huge row and they fall out. Colonel Ludlow has a stroke later. He doesn't speak for years and the ranch deteriorates. Eventually, Susannah agrees to marry Alfred, who is now a congressman. Alfred's business and politics cause him to get involved with the O'Banion brothers, Irish bootleggers and gangsters.

Tristan finally returns during Prohibition, bringing life back to the ranch and his father. He accepts Susannah's marriage to Alfred, falls in love with and marries Isabel II, and they have two children. Life seems to become more normal as Tristan finds solace in his young family. During Prohibition, Tristan becomes involved in small-scale smuggling bootleg liquor, finding himself at odds with the O'Banion brothers. Tristan's wife is accidentally killed by a corrupt police officer working for the O'Banions and in a fit of agonized grief, Tristan beats the officer to near death and has to plead guilty and serve 30 days in jail. Susannah visits, but Tristan refuses her advances and insists she "go home to Alfred," her rightful husband. After his release from jail, Tristan and his father-in-law Decker kill those responsible for Isabel II's death, including one of the O'Banion brothers.

Susannah, gazing at herself in a mirror, then hacks off her hair, and commits suicide out of guilt and inner conflicts. When the remaining O'Banion brother comes for Tristan, he and the corrupt Sheriff are shot and killed by Colonel Ludlow and Alfred as Tristan attempts to protect his father. Alfred is finally forgiven by, and reunited with, his father and brother. Tristan, knowing he will be blamed for the men's disappearance, leaves for the mountain country after asking Alfred to take care of his children. The film skips ahead, showing a rundown cemetery with the gravestones of everyone in Tristan's life, all who died before him. The movie ends with Tristan as an old man in the woods. He enters a clearing to investigate an animal carcass when he's set upon by a grizzly bear. He draws his knife and fights it. They struggle and as Tristan once again raises his knife to attack once more, the image freeze frames as One Stab says, "It was a good death."



**NOTE**
This is a set-up for the next post. Get ready.

Saturday, April 10, 2010

The Virgin Experiment, Test A

This is my first attempt at a ballad so here goes something...


(humming "Big Brother")

Translate espanol
No way Jose
Then I went and told Jay brown
Should of known that was gonna come back around
Should of told you like a man should of told you first
But I told somebody else, that's what made shit worse

My big brother was BIG's brother
So here's a few words from your kid brother
If you admire somebody you should go ahead and tell um
People never get the flowers while they could smell um

"Big Brother", Kanye West, ALBUM: Graduation(2008)





Usually speaking, a lot if not all of my songs are about people and situations. Right now I'd like to slow down and pay heed to that particular quote and tell a number of people their importance to me if they didn't already know it. And with this piece all the people are represented as royalty and people of a royal court, mystic beings, or nature personified. Reading it you should be able to figure out who you are and what it is I'm saying about your particular character. If not, just ask and I'll tell you.



(clears throat)




I present to you..."THE COURAGE OF LOVE"





The gallant Galahad to some
A rock upon which many found the swells
Of deepest inquiries, of pensive strategies
A place where secrets found castle, to rook words perfectly
That unyielding stone where waves crashed, tides ebbed
And there always stood fortitude
Silent strength to all
Yet, and still it seemed
Those goddesses and princes
Gave glorious gift
To a stony juggernaut
That silently grew in solace
In the fortress of a quieter calm
Unbeknownst yet sustaining second life
A second wind for latter days of grand race
From each came a Magi sort of something
Perfectly wrapped as if sweetest myrrh
Or the beloved gold or frankincense

There was the one among the many
A deep rooted tree
Who resolved to present to that mountain
With everlasting loyalty
As constant as New Jerusalem itself
Unbreakable the bonds of it
Through bloody sands and all the opposite of the evens
Stood the fraternal bonds and to the day
Immortal stay
Two others extended likewise courtesy
Longtime allies to an ever-changing peak
The looming druid of the duo seems backend
Of a flipped coin to eyesight
Opposite but same, challenging eloquence to venues
Beyond some normal standard
And the lute player sort of both
Was the blood far past days when memory began
Challenge and recollection was the granted
And mind once knew of a strong sorceress
Immortal but human, strong but fragile
Talented to no ends
Another that pushed and challenged
But the yin and yang of the existence
Told lessons of balance, and gray being
Nothing too dark, nothing too light
That duality seemed perfect shaping
As charm caster became a sister even
The apex doted upon a chance meeting
That became more
A listening ear
Belonging to sweet aurora
Brighter than the length of days
Infected, rather rained upon
With the joy of the presence
The word of ever calling this jagged climb
Family and leading the same
To a place of prominence
In the brightest corners of soul

Then there came shortly after
A weathered rose
Palest lavender in the coloring
Growing there strong
A beautiful sight to watch
Unlike any other, unlike stone
Strength more potent in imperfect petals
And a great companion, kindred soul
One like never to be again
Overlooking the summit was another peak
Taller, greater, a humbling giant
That showed mirrors and gave wisdom
And a friendship built in same strength toil
Smaller of the two looked up to greater
As a little brother might
Stare up at the accomplishment of eldest brother
Hoping to do pride to those works
Later days came when mountains met the sky
Some days misty blue, other days gray as a storm’s crow
An admiration grew
Because of the colors
No, not the misty blues of glum grays
But how true colors always seemed to show though
Colors of steadfast nature, transcendence
And a loyalty to rival elder mountain or tree
Druid or lute player
For those reasons the two met always
As blood, thickest brew
Then there was the hurricane
Unpredictable, wild
Even beautiful as the dawn
Seemed the storm taught ways to be different
To alter the normal perfectly
To make the off kilter glamour
Every eye seems to hunger after
Without having ever said
Exactly that
Then at loving last
There was the sun and the moon
So dear to the heart
Having carved their own niches
In deep caves inside the rock
The rise of the sun was a delight
The day’s star warmed the dark side of the mountain
Rays of hope, optimism, and the grandest future
Things the lowly mountain thought impossible
Illogical for even consideration
But possible in every dawn and every noon
And as the other falls
Sister seems to come again
From the backdrop of stage
A sweet lullaby those moonbeams
The thoughts of the focus, the drive
Falls on the base, the zenith
And focuses the peak
All without ever saying
But by actions
By the strive, ever vigilant
And when account is taken
Of all the qualities shared, given
Only one thing can be made
Only one
All of these creations
Gave to a mountain
The ability
And the courage of love

Friday, April 9, 2010

Achtung, Baby!!


Form the depths of a silent hiatus comes the newest post, The Virgin Experiment, Test A. Coming soon so...look out for it

Tuesday, December 15, 2009

Collusion


I want you to, wrap your hands around my body
Take me to another place let's get away from here
I want you to, let me know exactly how you feel
No holding back, no strings attached
Wanna touch your body

Let me show you something brand new
When we're through, we'll talk
All night, what's on your mind
Let me show you something brand new
When we're through, we'll talk
All night, what's on your mind
"Brand New", Keyshia Cole, ALBUM: A Different Me



CHAINING OF HEARTS
A careless whisper
Into a sleeping temple
Sweet curve of listening
Twitches ever so
As lips tickle
And soft suggestion escapes
To merely say
“You know…”
And she smiles
Something small but still
Rivalry to a Cheshire sort
Because she does
Before her Adonis did
It occurred to in unconscious hours
Since becoming solitaire
In the only sense two can
The instance singular that matters
“I do know…”
Aphrodite let the words fall away
Just like vestiges and pretenses had
And in harlequin reminiscence
That pauper made king smiles
For in just three words
With three returned syllables
There was given a crown
Immortal metal
Of a man
By virtue, proof of mettle
Goddess took chance to speak softly
Bless his hearing with dulcet tone
Whispering
“No one…”
Lingering contentment
Plays about the next pronouncement
“Yeah…”
Solo in simplicity
Yet to mean more
Than any arias
Or great opera
It contents when it tumbles from the lips
At it she fits herself
That much closer
Her soft curve lost in Adonis
As their closeness increases
In intensity
Enough to light suns ablaze
And in volumes
As the wordless
And the simplistic
Yell quietly to make
A beautifully awful din
Alive with his words
Shedies again
Eternal in his arms
In this bed, shared
Their marvelous machine
For stopping this world
And for
Chaining these hearts
Together
For as long as God loves
And one day longer
Evermore


And two shall chain themselves together with the one thing that is more fragile than fine china and so much stronger than steel-love." -Lucius Black

Wednesday, November 25, 2009

Transcendence




16 Let your light so shine before men, that they may see your good works and glorify your Father in heaven. -Matthew 5:16 (New King James Version)


We all hope to find someone...

The Adams among us want to find the Eve of their own lonely existence, the one who fits...

...the rib of Adam.




Conversely—



Our lovely goddesses....

Our Eves seek just as fervently their own completions...

...the lover of Eve.



Often—



We find that soul and love them, not for physical alone or an other smaller aspect, but because we see...

**This would be the moment where you look over at the person you love...FYI.**


God in you






God In You



Jesus
A miracle
To be blind once
And now see
A Sarah so beautiful in her
Laughter
Smiles and so much more
In you I saw Him
Perfect Him
In exquisite imperfections
God in you
It lit me
At the top
Of my Mount Carmel
A pillar of fire
Her passion fell
Upon this altar
Swallowed whole
All doubts
Any fears
I swear, Father
In her I keep glancing
New Jerusalem
Yeah…
Heaven, in her
Yes, you
The God in you
So palpable
Touched it once
Addicted
To her
My Mary Magdalene
One who anoints feet
With priceless oils
To wipe them with her hair
And to fix disquiets
With her tears
Something of a...
Woman at the well
In reverse
Because
She
Gave me

Living water
Being her love
And such was never to thirst
Again
Dear Lord
There it is again
Your throne flashes
In her eyes
In her soul
Wow, her soul
God in you
Maybe you were even
My pure Delilah
That which vexes
Instead of
Stealing away my might
You are my strength
Could I call you birthright?
Stolen away from those Esau types
The one of Abraham, Isaac, and Jacob
Be my Queen Esther
Save
Deliver me

As that queen saved
Jehovah, there again
Was the glimpse
Of Alpha and Omega
Beginning
And end

Truly, beloved
There’s that God in you
Because above all else
You are
This broken Joseph’s
Virgin Mary
And you gave me a gift
Of no manger
But a purest love
And every time
I see you smile
That smile that parts Red Sea
Moses gifted of mine
I always see
The
God in you

Wednesday, September 16, 2009

Shhhh!!!


Piece Title: “Wordlessly”
Theme: It wasn’t the fact that these two had waited so long before they had made love, it wasn’t even the fact that they touched each other deeply and shared the ultimate display of love because in the broad scheme none of these things matter. What seems to matter is this: the fact that both lie there with the curves of their bodies fitting each other perfectly and without words they understand each other better than if they had spoken.




There are days that need no explanation. This is one...



So long the wait it seemed
But then…
Sigh, satisfied
Slow intimate
Quiet stirs at the ending
Perfection abounds, galloping
No bounds to it
Wildly amazing
Freedom of simplicity
When curves complete
Curves in infinite circle
Infinity
Where no words need be spoken
Our silences converse
In quiet whispers
So soft that they take natures
Of inaudible speech
The mere kissing
That proximity that skin has
With another is glorious
Glorious
Glorious!!
Quietly…
Glory of us
Lying, talking
Lying, really
For there is none syllable
Not a phrase
Just
Strong arms holding
A soft frame
In the still of the midnight
The dawn
The moment
When the fluid warmth
Of the bare skin
Can be felt
Heard to speak volumes
From under fingertips
Without ever
Speaking volumes
Mind are open books
Ripe for reading
Understanding
Knowing
Sweet comfort in caress
Of thigh, bosom
Fingers find home in your hair
Slowly running through
Of all things this
Seemed something greater than words
Because there are no
Words
Wordlessly
So loud
Deafening
Between touching
Feeling slow breaths
On necks
In ear
On your face
There is a communication
More glorious
Glorious!!
Quietly…
More glorious
Than just to say it
Our collusions
The grand collaborations
Of skin
At the solace
Of just lying here
Draped in each other
With nothing more holding
Two souls to this place
But tight grips
And
And
Nothing spoken
Only here
Hear only
Wordlessly

Tuesday, September 15, 2009

Snippets ,Shit, Ramblings...or something of the sort


Of Your Memory
(Lucian Darkcrowft sits in his study reading a book, not really paying much attention to the words that the author had so painstakingly combined amid covers. He is saved from further feigned reading by the entrance of his butler. He looks up and addresses the entry.)

Darkcrowft-Yes, Reed?

Reed-Sir, a Miss Black is waiting in the foray.

Darkcrowft-Really? Bring her here.

(The butler departs the company of his employer for a moment, returning a few seconds later with Deborah Black. She is an older woman who seemed to have aged very gracefully with very few lines countenancing her chocolate coated skin. Her dark hair is long with the occasional touch of gray. At first glance she would give anyone the impression of great looks in younger days. Her eyes reflect those of her sons, brown and filled with a depth that seems beyond words. She smiles slightly, causing him to smile as if he were a schoolboy. He hides it quickly, not quickly enough to unseen by the woman herself. She smiles wider at seeing this and she speaks.)

Deborah-(smiles) Hello Lucian. It’s good to see that in your old age you still do something as sweet as smile.

Darkcrowft-You’ve never accused me of being sweet in all the time you’ve known me. Except…

Deborah-…when I loved you.

Darkcrowft-I was gonna say when we were young…(shrugs, smiles slightly) but that’s true too. (offers a chair) Have a seat.

Deborah-OK.

(He seats himself on a couch just as Deborah sits close to him. His arm rests on the back of the chair just as Deborah rests dubiously close to being under it. All the same this is disregarded as he speaks to her in a conversational tone.)

Darkcrowft-So…what brings you here?

Deborah-It’s just that I haven’t seen you in a month or two. I asked T.J. had he seen you and he was vague…as always.

Darkcrowft-(laughs) That’s T.J. for you…he’s vague but brilliant…wise…loyal. Why didn’t you just come to Dirtyfoot’s. I’m usually there…or to the house. If I recall correctly you never had a problem finding it before. (winks)

Deborah-(smiles, blushes) Yeah…I could never forget that. But I didn’t come look for you because I have two sons to look out for…you do remember I have children, right?

Darkcrowft-(quietly) I do. The lyricist and the criminal…how are they?

Deborah-(snorts, smirks) The lyricist is fine. He’s a little…confused albeit weak under pressure but he has a good heart and is loyal to a fault.

Darkcrowft-A good heart, huh? He must have gotten it from his mother.

Deborah-(blushes again) Yeah. Joseph is…different. He’s passionate to a point of obsession and I often wonder if it will be his undoing…but he’s strong, calm, and something of a clown. (looks sideways at Darkcrowft) Kinda reminds me of his father, really.

Darkcrowft-Oh.

(Darkcrowft stands and leans against the mantelpiece, his back to Deborah. She stands and in a few strides she is at his back, her arms draped lovingly around him as she places her head on his shoulder, her cheek to his. She prepares to speak but he cuts her off before the words can escape.)

Darkcrowft-Don’t speak it, Deborah…please. Not again…

Deborah-Why not? You love me as much as love you…maybe more.

Darkcrowft-There is no question of that….(turns, hold her waist, looks in her eyes) I have loved you since I first met but I’m not the same person, Deborah…

Deborah-You sound the same…you feel the same…you even smell the same.

Darkcrowft-I could say the same of you…but…

Deborah-But what, Lucian?

Darkcrowft-You know why it can’t be…

Deborah-(as Darkcrowft) Your blood keeps our love from ever being…(in normal voice) I know, I know.

Darkcrowft-Just let me remain of your memory, my love…it’s for the best.




NOTE:If you haven't realized by now, I'm something of a storyteller.



I try not ramble, to go on and on...
Sometimes it's unavoidable if you're trying to get a point across, to convey that golden ideal to an audience. Most would argue that it's minutia and just to get to the point. A smaller contingent would...



Damn.
I'm rambling...



The snippet above deals with remembering someone important to you as they were, as they cannot rightly remember themselves given what they have become. A lot of people change for the better but another contingent of people change to something unrecognizable. I'm too afraid to be honest enough with myself to ponder which way I have gone in the grand scheme of things. All I ask is that whatever way this soul has gone I pray that I remain the same person...



in your memory