April is National Poetry Month in America - I'm envious, I want one of those here too. The event is kicked off on April 1 by the Poetry and The Creative Mind event, presented by the Academy of American Poets at Alice Tully Hall, Lincoln Center. Amongst the creative minds attending the gala and taking part in readings is Maggie Gyllenhaal. But the image a month of poetry brings to my mind is that of Holden in The Good Girl reading his poetic efforts to Justine, or a young Jake mixing takes with reading 'dead white males' on the set of October Sky.
I remember Douglas quoting The Merchant of Venice in a North African country, showing how little times have changed, and I remember Hal finding poetry in a mathematical proof. Then there's Swoff resting on a pipeline, reading Julius Caesar, and there's Jack singing his drunken heart out about Water Walking Jesus. And I hear 'Cellar door', repeated over and over so it loses its prosaic meaning and is now the title of an ode.
I read an article about Walter Murch, the film editor of Jarhead, a man who also composed music and translated Italian poetry. And yet, to edit a scene, he would do it mute. But sound - and silence - is crucial in directing an audience's response to a scene or a situation in a film: 'To demonstrate, Murch flips on his computer, clicks the mouse a few times and instantly pulls up a scene from Jarhead. Swofford's character, played by Jake Gyllenhaal, is in combat for the first time and there's an artillery barrage. Everyone else ducks for cover, but he stands up. And the camera moves closer to him. Then, in the distance, there's a muffled explosion followed by dead silence.'
'This fleeting silence is a golden moment for an editor - a chance to put the audience right there on the battlefield. Jarhead's director, Sam Mendes, originally wanted that silence to stretch for several seconds. But Murch came up with a better idea. Pieces of dust and sand from the explosion hit the actor's face in slow motion. Then you hear the sound of the particles hitting his face. "My combat action has commenced," the character says. Murch says the tiniest of sounds can help create the sense of silence in a film. "By manipulating what you hear and how you hear it -- and what other things you don't hear -- you can not only help tell the story, you can help the audience get into the mind of the character," Murch says.'
So then you think of the forced and frustrated silence of cowboys on a mountain or in isolated towns, who, when they do speak, use the least words to convey the most feeling and the ignorant, misuse of language makes its own poetry.
Includes pictures from IHJ.
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Happy Mom's Day to all and thanks for wonderful picture of a tree in blossom in Oxford! Ive forwarded this to a bunch of people. . . !
& happy springtime! the soil is still frozen in MA but the sugaring season is really good. . .
glad Maggie's mixing it up with the poets! -
Hey Pia! I'm so, so glad you liked the photograph. I fear that this will encourage me to post more. I'm always taking pics of the town - it's just too pretty with the sun on it.
I hope the land defreezes soon in MA - things are moving on apace here.
I find poets an intriguing bunch to be around - I like to hear of Maggie's involvement with them. I wonder who is Jake's favourite.
p.s. greetings to your Mom! hope she's feeling well. xxxx
Thanks so much, Pia, for asking. She's not too well but is such good company, and asks how Jake is doing :D
Morning everyone! Making my way back home - have a lovely day everyone and Happy Mothering Sunday mums :D
Happy Mother's Day to all. Hope everybody is enjoying the sunshine.
That's such a beautiful picture of the tree in Oxford WDW. Thanks for posting it:)
Thanks Carol :D I'm back home now and it's gorgeous warm sunshine here - although I fear today is the last of it for a while. I hope you're having a lovely Sunday!
How pretty it looks in Oxford! It's "getting there" over here but it's been a slow arrival of spring.
Great to see the old "October Sky" interview...I love when you do that...always a nice surprise to see an oldie but a goodie!
Okay, I'm getting fidgety again...where's Waldo? I mean Jake. Where's Jake? I don't like when almost a week goes by and no sitings. (I know, I'm an addict)!
Keep your eyes peeled please (as I know you will)!
:)
This is an absolutely superb post. I thoroughly enjoyed it, WDW.
I once won an important state writing competition in the Poetry category! :) (The construction was in the form of a lyric poem.) Did papers on poetry vs. prose, too. Years ago, our town participated in a national "Poetry on the Buses" campaign, but my submissions came to naught!
I think it wholly appropriate that you've linked Jake with poetry. Jake IS poetry.
Happy Mother's Day!!!!!
Happy Mother's Day to everyone in the UK!
Because of your post of Jake and Jen, I re-watched The Good Girl - it's such a quiet, amazing film. They both are wonderful in it, and the musical score is very subtle. A really great film. :)
Hey BBMISwear! I know, I'm missing him too - been a week now - that's far too long. Sigh :) Glad things are warming up where you are :D
Thank you so much, 15:42!! I'm so glad you liked it and congratulations on your poetic successes :D Jake inspires me to write and many other things too so it seems fitting to link him to poetry. He also has such a beautiful voice, I would love to hear him read or recite.
That's great, 15:48! I'd definitely like to revisit The Good Girl myself as it's been too long. The look in Jake's eyes in that film. I must rewatch it :D
I hope everyone's having a lovely Sunday :)
Happy Mothers Day to all the mom's in the UK! :D
Hope we see Jake soon!
Hugs to everyone.
Hey Get Real! I hope you've had a good weekend. I really do hope we see Jake soon, I have bad withdrawal symptoms :/
My word is feast :D Appropriate, as we've just got back from a ride to a country pub and dinner on our new old Triumph :)
Morning everyone! Monday already - sigh... It's time for Jake to go out and buy some coffee and show off a new hat... even socks with sandals...
My word is elysia :D
Cellar door? Poetry? Is Maggie going to be reading any of her father's poetry?
If you really want a poem about a cellar door, I can oblige, if you'll give me some time to write it... :-)
Hi Paul! It reminded me of that scene in Donnie Darko when Drew says that Cellar Door is one of the most beautiful phrases in the English language, or something like that. I hope we get to hear what Maggie reads,
Even if you don't hear what Maggie reads, you can read what I've written:
She fell again last Thursday
Shopping at the Dollar Store
(No broken bones, but hip and shoulder
Bruised and very sore).
It's Sunday. Dad and Sis and I
All tour facilities;
Assisted-living, nursing homes;
Buy-ins, and monthly fees.
We have to guess which Mom would like.
She's getting frail of late.
We don't like to uproot her,
But our options are not great.
The family home must soon be sold,
Possessions by the score.
A life of memories await
Behind the cellar door.
The rusty hinges rasp;
We peel the heavy bulkhead back.
The toads and crickets scatter,
Then the cobwebs we attack.
The cellar door is grumpy.
First its lock will not respond.
At last we get it open,
And survey what lies beyond:
A decade's worth of canned goods;
A Victorian upright,
Its ivory keys half missing,
Crates of clothing huddled tight,
Stacks of 1960s magazines,
Some wood and tools and nails,
Rusty water stains around the pump,
And lots of dusty pails.
We'll likely fill a dumpster.
Still it's sad this time will come.
Do cellar doors have feelings?
It just sits there looking numb.
Paul, I'm impressed... and rather inspired to give it a go. I particularly like the thought of a piano behind the cellar door. I've lived in houses with pianos in them that were played by people no longer remembered. Thanks! I'm going to return to this theme.
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