tamacun's up on the podcast.
:) go listen.
and hey stay till the end,do?

Sit
Vikram Seth

'Sit, drink your coffee here; your work can wait awhile.
You're twenty-six, and still have some of life ahead.
No need for wit; just talk vacuities, and I'll
Reciprocate in kind, or laugh at you instead.

The world is too opaque, distressing and profound.
This twenty minutes' rendezvous will make my day:
To sit here in the sun, with grackles all around,
Staring with beady eyes, and you two feet away.'

Nice one,
1010.

peas in the Pod

my music is playing on that there player on the side everybody.videos and general fooling around will hopefully follow.usual podcast format here.i guess i'll be also more comfortable screening the trailers of my films here,rather than on youtube.
i write what i feel about the music on the page sometimes,and couple them with images,so you might like to have a look at the mother page.
like so...
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posting for 'how is your life today?'
super band i chanced upon. wanted to kick myself when i found out they've been up for some time now.anyway better now than in another year!
...i love the dark floating images of harlequins the piano playing in this song always manages to evoke in my head.
that,and memories of simon and garfunkel.

been getting mails about the podcast.
lol...
it's quite barren right now,i know.working on it working on it.
not really putting up artist detail on it yet,coz then i'd probably get into trouble for making the music so freely available.
what you can do,is mail me if you want more of a sort of music,i'll make more available,or give you the source.
some of these artists haven't released officially.
so.

people who know me.you're right,i've flown.
for the time being,this is lowe,on the selby..
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i wanted to be a gymnast.lowe wants to be a drummer.
:)

just in case i didn't make my trajectory of research clear in the last post....
i'm drawing analogies between the film language of 3 of jean luc godard's films with a narrative technique of poetry called vakrokti developed by kuntaka,an indian scholar writing in at around 1012 AD.

the parallels leave me speechless.
lol...

purely academic work,but i figured it'd be interesting to feature bits of my dissertation writing here...atleast the cuckoo,non theoretical part
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...part of the brief is to analyse the works of a film director of our choice,and highlight our observations on the mere construction or map out our views on the different trajectories we observe springing from the pieces of work.
lol...

an excerpt:


'if all the subjects in the world are discussed philosophically,there is no wonder at all.'
Kuntaka,'Vakrokti-jivita',1012 AD.

a poet catches the ghosts in the spaces between frames,catches the vacant moments we are all familiar with, but had no idea we shared with so many others.few find means of articulating the precise form of these phantoms.
for me,jean luc godard's films read out poetically.i have respect for the manner in which he wields the craft to identify these ghosts and his success in being able to translate the poetry onto the screen.a film maker's journey from the recognition of a feeling,to articulation through the voice or hand,to a plan for bringing these visuals to light via film,on through the edit and sound design,usually causing the end product to be quite a different from what it was at conception.
almost like a human who goes through so much with the passage of time that he loses his identity momentarily when he reaches a point when a thought must be concluded,when the debate must be drawn for the moment to a close.




he is left with what seem to be his values at present and he holds them to the light to compare them with the values he had started out with in the beginning.



has he started believing in a conjured image of himself?(all in an effort to be able to define what he is at the present moment to himself.)the film maker is left with what he has on hand now,and what he remembers of the subject he had considered to make a film on,in the beginning.he is left to wonder which version is closer to the truth.the film is the film maker.the poetry becomes the poet.

i've not been around...caved into the living quarters,working, working ...and hell enjoying every bit of it: ).the outcome will be screened here by the 23rd of the month.
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i can't wait. :):):):):)
so i've been watching the other guys working around me,and the guys pretending to work around me..and it's such a pleasure to come across some superbly tortured through work....featuring sachin george,you could watch him torture himself here...look what he's done with the ten rupee note..


.....sachin's majoring in graphic design.i think it's going to be fun watching him grow.
you might want to toss a line into his space.

chewing cud.multitasking.
mood boarding.colour creeping out of the grayscale.

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the show must begin.