Wednesday, September 30, 2009

Carousel Scene

INT. IN THE WOODS WITH THE CAROUSEL - NIGHT 


Ava comes upon the sight of a carousel in the woods and stops in place. She listens intently to the music projecting from the carousel. A look of worry falls from Ava’s face and she simple looks peaceful. She was on her way to Ame’s grave. She cuts through a path that they used to take in the woods. 


                                                         Ava (Whispers)


                           Mon imitation d’un reves. (My imitation of dreams).


Ava makes her way through the trees to make it to the sight of this carousel. 


                                                NARRATOR


The song projecting through the woods was quite similar to the song that played on the carousel where she first met Ame. She remembers him sitting on the black stallion. He had a stern look to him. He looked forward, uninterrupted. He seemed to have a purpose but she couldn’t think of what it could be. She could only wonder what a man of his age was doing on a carousel.

Ava comes upon the carousel, crookedly spinning with that eerie creek with every rotation but the rotation was in some slow speed, only one that could be of a dream.


SCENE DESCRIPTION 

When Ava sees the carousel it is eerily slow. The music slows down to the tempo of the rotation. The lights on the carousel start to flicker and the man on the black stallion is hunched over with his face looking at his feet and his arms dangle. Ava is unable to see his face. She walks up beside the man and walks at the same pace of the carousel. The man’s body seems sickly. He is dressed similar to Ame but she knows it’s not him. She begins to imitate the first time she saw Ame on that carousel. She stands a little ways from the carousel and watches it spin. 

                                                

                                                  NARRATOR


She imagines those kids jumping on and off horses and chariots, trying to find their place on the carousel as Ame just sat still. This time it was different, there were no people and this man was not Ame, more like a sickly soul.    


SCENE DESCRIPTION 

Ava approaches the carousel and gets on the golden horse, five horses behind the man. The carousel begins to go at normal pace. Kids are jumping on and off the horses. A reenactment of her past memory. The man sitting straight and bold like Ame on that say. She steps off the golden horse and approaches him. She puts her hand gently on his back and whispers in his ear.


                                                       Ava

                                           I’ve missed you... 

The man turns to her quicker than a normal being would jerk their head. There are no details on his face. It is just static. His face just like a pixelated screen. She hears the ear pinching noise of loud static and there are no more kids in sight. She covers her ears and screams, so loud you can hear her vocal chords vibrating. The carousel stops abruptly and she flies to the ground of the carousel. The lights go out and all she sees is the face of static in the darkness of the woods. She sees the man’s body dangling from the black stallion and the noise grows louder. She gets up and runs back home as far as she can get from this haunting image.



                                                NARRATOR


That night, Ava ran through the woods faster than she has ever ran for anything. She saw more constellations than she thought possible. She heard the birds going wild in the trees. With the melody of songbirds she could only think, “Sing me to safety.” 



EXT. SHE COMES UPON AN OPEN FIELD FULL OF HOT AIR BALLOON - NIGHT      


Monday, September 28, 2009

Body: You are a Working Society

Lift a melodic finger / shooting lightning / playing tunes with your string like bones.


A heart as a microphone (shooting sparks from the foamy speakers.)


Microphone heart goes, “Boom/Boom/Forget/Regret.”


The brain hangs behind your temple, dangling on strings/ a string puppet to your eyes.


A creature called stomach / a slim creature/ controls the trash body collects.

                 

                     You

                      are

                       a

                        working

                                society

                    in & out    

Sunday, September 27, 2009

Rooftop of Rêveur Montréal (The Rooftop)

Have you been to the rooftop where the men walk backwards and the women have cut out their stomachs because pregnancy is unwanted, where the sky hangs so low you can poke rain clouds, popping them like balloons making all of that water release. It is at the Rêveur Montréal. Walk to the front swinging doors, golden and brown, where a tamed werewolf named Sigmond will be waiting, dressed elegantly in a red and black tuxedo on. He will say, “Hello Monsieur. Welcome to the other world. Take the first right into the ‘Rêveur Montréal’ and you will find your answer.” With the first right you will arrive at the smoking elevator doors. Don’t be intimated though, that smoke is just the dragon’s breath, waiting for you inside the elevator. I have told him you want to see the other world. The doors will open and the dragon will ask to see your new burn initiation for the other world. Show him the burn on your forearm. Ask to go to level 3000. The speed of the elevator might seem a bit gravity defying but just bare with it. When you get to level 3000, walk out of the elevator to your right. Follow the teal carpet until you get to the exit door. Walk through it and you will come to another hallway. It gets smaller and smaller until eventually you are on your knees. You come to a small black hole in the wall so climb through it. On the other side you will find a women wrapped in yellow cloth, sitting at a table with a dim light on above the table. He face will be shadowed and one eye will shine bright. She’ll say, “Welcome to floor three thousand and a half.” Tell her I sent you and show her the burn on your forearm. She’ll say, “Sit I have something for you to drink.” You drink the potion and then you can feel your body form begin to change. Dieu never warned me that I’d become a slug. It is more like a new beginning. It was excruciating pain. No pain I would deal with if I had been warned. After you drink the potion, you’ll be part of the other world. Make your way to the morphing door, changing colors from orange to pink, black to aqua, orange to red. Nudge the door.  Outside you will see animals in people form. There are women who no longer wanted babies so they removed their stomachs, men who’s legs and where there head should be, where people are now spiders. There is a clear dome over this rooftop and rooftop takes up most of the sky but no one knows that because the other world is so high up, no one makes it there. The other world will be a place where you can essentially do anything you want and no one will harm you. Sometime in the future you will soon forget about opinions and worries. All of those things you worried about in the modern world seem to go away. You can rest peacefully on the padded rooftop watching the clouds morph and litter its insides on the modern world.

But this is not what I wanted. I expected a beautiful world. 

The modern world can tear you to shreds making you ungrateful for your body. The other world brings you the curses that you brought upon yourself. You wanted another world so here it is. A world of your biggest fears, hates, dissatisfactions. You say you want something but it is always something else. You expect and want an upgrade. It is always what could be better, never what it is. The only way to make it back to the modern world is to sell your soul on the ‘Marché de L'âme’ where souls are sold and used on the market of death. The better use you make of your soul, the more your value goes up. The worse you make of yourself, he value of your soul goes down. Like Berkeley said from the modern world "To be is to be perceived." The other world is just your so called Enfer. So rethink the steps of your wishes. The world’s most beautiful people are now monsters on this rooftop because of their second chance in the modern world. Their souls failed on the ‘Marché de L'âme’ and ended up back here living on the 3000th floor. This is solitude. The punishment of the things you were never grateful for.