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[agiyosiha.livejournal.com]

Monotone
Carl Sandburg

THE MONOTONE of the rain is beautiful,
And the sudden rise and slow relapse
Of the long multitudinous rain.

The sun on the hills is beautiful,
Or a captured sunset sea-flung,
Bannered with fire and gold.

A face I know is beautiful—
With fire and gold of sky and sea,
And the peace of long warm rain.

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[iamkatia.livejournal.com]

What a great icon!!

I used to have a lot of dreams where I was flying... soaring...

where'd you get it?

[agiyosiha.livejournal.com]

It's a detail of a painting called "The Freedom of Flight (Symphony in Blue)" that I doctored with Adobe Photoshop. Unfortunately, I don't know the artist's name, so I s'pose that makes me a criminal of sorts.

And the reason I used it as my icon is because I often dream of flying. Dreams have always fascinated me, especially since I began lucid dreaming around the age of 12. I am also highly interested in neuroscience and philosophy of mind; I seriously considered becoming a research scientist in neurophysiology and how it relates to dreaming, but I forwent that path in favor of a stronger passion.

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[iamkatia.livejournal.com]

Interesting....

... and what passion was that?

*curious*

[agiyosiha.livejournal.com]

Filmmaking.

Among the things that call me, it's that that screams the loudest.

What's the loudest scream you hear?

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[iamkatia.livejournal.com]

African drumming-

without a doubt.

[agiyosiha.livejournal.com]

I've never heard that answer before. Nice.

How'd you come across it?

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[iamkatia.livejournal.com]

In the scrub of the tonaskit desert of NE Washington. literally.

And now I study and play traditional Maninka rhythms from W. Africa. I have many friends who have been there (Guinea, Mali) and studied with the dunun & djembe masters of the regions and I myself plan a trip in December. These beauteous rhythms and songs are complex and exquisitely melodiously woven together. They make me feel so passionate and alive- this is definitely what I am supposed to be doing.

And you? How did you come to filmmaking?

[agiyosiha.livejournal.com]

I’ve watched movies since I can remember, and have loved doing so the breadth of that memory, but the first cinematic profundity I recall experiencing was when I went to see E.T. The Extra-Terrestrial when I was 6.

I am not a huge fan of Spielberg, though I find Schindler’s List a remarkable film. Nowadays, I lose myself in Truffaut’s world. Kurosawa’s vitality, Kubrick’s off-hand sensibility, Kieslowski’s focus on human choice, all treasured traits of an artistic medium I simply can’t get enough of. The character arc of Robert De Niro’s Michael Vronsky in The Deer Hunter has been the winning moment in cinema for me. Contrast that film, and the films of those aforementioned filmmakers, with E.T. and it stands a stark contrast. But the way it affected me so long ago in that darkened theater, the way it piqued my curiosity and revved my emotions, made me fall in love with movies.

I would watch films and notice things I would’ve done differently had I been the filmmaker. Or I’d celebrate the things I felt were executed just right. I didn’t just watch ‘em, I devoured ‘em. I evaluated, analyzed, poked, sifted, chewed, and absorbed ‘em. I would watch films muted, so I would only follow the visuals. Or I’d turn away and just listen to ‘em. Or I’d adjust my television so films in color would appear only in B&W. I watched everything from Expressionistic German silent films like Das Kabinett des Doktor Caligari to good ol’ authentic ‘50s Hollywood fare such as On the Waterfront to the meaty character studies of early Scorsese like Mean Streets.

And I have walked through near the entirety of my life with this warehouse of moviegoing experience whilst envisioning tales and stories of my own fashioned in a cinematic mode of expression, but for some odd reason it never occurred to me that filmmaking was a viable, if not risky, career until I hit my teens.

One day it just clicked.

[cosmolinguist]

I love the word "multitudinous."