inexactly beautiful

inspirations:

pour the earth and stars into me
a gust inside a god. a wind.
the sun as the one bell of a hot city
the wrinkling body of a log (death of prior state?)
drifting through soft gray feathered light
floating laundry drying in the morning breeze --> angels

a body, a spirit as sound ---> i wish my parents had been musicians, and left me with themselves transformed into sound...

i slept as never before, a stone on the riverbed, nothing between me and the white fire of the starts but my thoughts, and they floated light as moths among the branches of teh perfect trees...all night i rose and fell, as if in water, grappling with a luminous doom. by morning i had vanished at least a dozen times into something better.

come away, o human child
to the waters and the wild
with a faery, hand in hand,
for the world's more full of weeping than you
can understand.


the birds have vanished into the sky, and now the last cloud drains away. we sit together, the mountain and me, until only the mountain remains. - Li Po

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...my other movie idea i just got imagery that expresses exactly what i was thinking (the idea about a bridge extending boundless into the sea, the feelings of my character --> "am i a pier? half in, half out the water?"

random: i still want to make a film where i try to get the audience to fall for the protaganist...but i am not ready for this yet...


ok...the africana has been abandoned. CRAP! maybe another day.

So here's what i think i got: a morning sky awash with angels, laundry blowing in the wind,waving over her over and over again, washing her into something differnt as she approaches (underlying poetry that won't be emphasized necessarily, foreshadow to the transformation...clothes/ new outfits/ perspectives/SKIN)...walking through white laundry...u realize it is much bigger than just one clothesline. just a delicate reveal of multiple clothelines (filming technique will help it seem like this...need help with that)....and amidst the blowing the spirit ('i'm thinking young man...possibly Verne). and he touches her and opens the wheeling universe and she laughs up into the open sky

before laundry scene she wakes from somewhere summoned...the morning sun as the bell ushering us from our beds (perhaps sets a tempo?) ...as she leaves her house she passes the fireplace where we see a wrinkling log in the fire....death of previous state...she steps out into the laundry area (here is where she will fall...camera trick so that the world is upside down for a moment...hmm how to do this?)

i guess the triangle would come during the scene where he touches her. ...touches her without a face. need more time on this one

during her waking, before the field, i need pointers that show the trapped state. her mental disequilibrium. that she is one of the sheep being herded into the human barn. how do i point to this? how will she initially be summoned? things to think about...

i think that's all for now. i'm tired/ off to bed.