Post by Sediba on May 26, 2016 10:23:37 GMT 10
This is my latest video.
It comes with a rating. Not suitable for Adults who may be subject to the Black Dog.
Now I would never have put this rating on it. But feedback from a number of viewers has found this video to be very disturbing.
I myself have a favourite little pastime that I indulge in. I don't find this pastime alarming or unsettling. Perhaps I have 'imported' some of this pastime into this video.
Here is my pastime that I indulge in whenever I get the chance. When I am out in the deserts, inland Australia. I set up my little camp, light the fire, lay out my sleeping bag an stretcher under the stars. Now, I have a few beers after din-dins, or even a few red wines, (cuz we don't always have ice and red wine doesn't need it). Then I blow a large number. Soon, as it takes it's euphoric effect ... I get up and set off.
I walk straight with no purpose. My boots are steel toed, my jeans are tuff. I can't see where I'm going. It's blacker than black. All I can see is the thin line of the horizon. Blackness below, star filled blackness above. Just those two things. The scene is mono-chromatic.
As I walk forward, no chance now of turning round and finding my camp, it's lost. But as long as I keep dead straight then I can reverse 180 and find the camp again. I do this for a number of kilometres into the blackness.
I have this wonderful feeling, it's primal. All extraneous activity, landscape, signs of humanity, all gone. I am back in some kind of primal womb ... just me and the Universe.
I find this feeling exhilarating and fulfilling. As tho it was something I have long lost and now found again. But this, I have found, is by no means a pastime for everyone.
In grade four we had an elecution teacher, a young spanish girl, around 20 years old. We, our class, were around 7-8 years old. Our teacher could easily transport us, thru poetry, to Oases, to Deserts, to Inns on high mountain passes, to Brigands, and also, tho we were young, into desolation. As each poem required. It was by far our happiest class in a convent school run by Nuns.
This video is a 'visual realisation' of her poem. The Shell. That's what I was aiming for. But maybe, I got more than that.
As I said, a number of healthy well balanced people have told me that it is a very disturbing video. I don't really see it. But then, I'm an eccentric nutcase. Like Morgan, I'm a suitable case for treatment.
I will quote my partner, a psychologist. 'It's a black dark movie and be careful who sees it. They are stuck in that place long after the video ends.'
Well, I'm no Steven Spielberg ... but just in case ... by warning, I have now performed my duty of care to the human race, whom I love.
Greg
It comes with a rating. Not suitable for Adults who may be subject to the Black Dog.
Now I would never have put this rating on it. But feedback from a number of viewers has found this video to be very disturbing.
I myself have a favourite little pastime that I indulge in. I don't find this pastime alarming or unsettling. Perhaps I have 'imported' some of this pastime into this video.
Here is my pastime that I indulge in whenever I get the chance. When I am out in the deserts, inland Australia. I set up my little camp, light the fire, lay out my sleeping bag an stretcher under the stars. Now, I have a few beers after din-dins, or even a few red wines, (cuz we don't always have ice and red wine doesn't need it). Then I blow a large number. Soon, as it takes it's euphoric effect ... I get up and set off.
I walk straight with no purpose. My boots are steel toed, my jeans are tuff. I can't see where I'm going. It's blacker than black. All I can see is the thin line of the horizon. Blackness below, star filled blackness above. Just those two things. The scene is mono-chromatic.
As I walk forward, no chance now of turning round and finding my camp, it's lost. But as long as I keep dead straight then I can reverse 180 and find the camp again. I do this for a number of kilometres into the blackness.
I have this wonderful feeling, it's primal. All extraneous activity, landscape, signs of humanity, all gone. I am back in some kind of primal womb ... just me and the Universe.
I find this feeling exhilarating and fulfilling. As tho it was something I have long lost and now found again. But this, I have found, is by no means a pastime for everyone.
In grade four we had an elecution teacher, a young spanish girl, around 20 years old. We, our class, were around 7-8 years old. Our teacher could easily transport us, thru poetry, to Oases, to Deserts, to Inns on high mountain passes, to Brigands, and also, tho we were young, into desolation. As each poem required. It was by far our happiest class in a convent school run by Nuns.
This video is a 'visual realisation' of her poem. The Shell. That's what I was aiming for. But maybe, I got more than that.
As I said, a number of healthy well balanced people have told me that it is a very disturbing video. I don't really see it. But then, I'm an eccentric nutcase. Like Morgan, I'm a suitable case for treatment.
I will quote my partner, a psychologist. 'It's a black dark movie and be careful who sees it. They are stuck in that place long after the video ends.'
Well, I'm no Steven Spielberg ... but just in case ... by warning, I have now performed my duty of care to the human race, whom I love.
Greg