Category: Literature

In any type of writing, there are three possible points of view: 1st, 2nd, and 3rd, or me, you, and other. There are three periods of the English language’s history: Old, Middle, and Modern. And dramas traditionally have three parts: prot asis, epitasis, and catastrophe.

Posted on by — Leave a comment

Triple vision; three ways to tell the same story

Posted by Scribbles on November 4, 2007 – 23:22

Part One: Breaking out

A damp cold sensation permeates her suit from the ankles as she carves a straight path into deeper water. Breaking waves, that’s the first objective, but before she can reach that point, it becomes clear that this is not a benign sea. Interspersed among some tolerable waves are others which push her backwards, sweeping her off her feet and whipping her unwieldy fibreglass board out of control. It’s going to be tough to get out there.

Continue reading Triple vision; three ways to tell the same story

Posted on by — Leave a comment

Three Fingers

Three Fingers

Three Fingers
Through a series of never-before-seen interviews and rare photos, documentary-maker Rich Koslowski reveals the horrifying true story behind the Cartoon industry–the story that Hollywood doesn't want you to see. Told in the same style as a Ken Burns documentary, with interviews of toon stars today as well as historical file footage of the early years, this work of fiction will forever change the way you think of those beloved characters in the white gloves.

Continue reading Three Fingers

Posted on by — Leave a comment

Andrew Oerk

In the village in the village in the village
life repeats itself, life repeats itself.
There is sunlight; there is darkness. The dark
repeats itself, the light repeats itself;
planting repeats itself, harvest repeats
itself. Yet life is never dull. It pats
the drum-hide of the night and is satisfied.
It listens for footfalls when the dogs bark
in the village in the village in the village

In the village in the village in the village
life repeats itself, life undoes itself
and then does itself up in the same guise.
We are careful not to fail to repeat
the same salutations, the same farewells
our parents and our parents' parents use.
They are wise; we are small and the day long.
Death comes but once but when it comes to life
no one would be unwilling to repeat
in the village in the village in the village

                                                 Andrew Oerke