π°This
work is a perfect example of a community coming together to create something
beautiful. Iness (the narrator) commented in one of my previous uploads and
after some discussion, she offered her voice to narrate this video and in my
opinion, she did a bloody good job. Let me know what you think of this video
and please be kind (pun intended)
Forever Humbled
a kid with a camera
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π°References
-The narrator is INESS J.
Her email.
πijprojects.side@gmail.com
Her Soundcloud
πhttps://soundcloud.com/fake-plastic-kiss
-The music is this:
Franz Gordon - September Days
π·My
equipment: I film handheld with a Panasonic Lumix G80
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π·Olympus
M.Zuiko Digital 45mm F1.8 Lens
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π°A few
Charles Bukowski books
πBurning
in Water, Drowning in Flame
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πEssential
Bukowski: Poetry
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πWomen:
A Novel
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πThe
Last Night of the Earth Poems
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πHam On
Rye: A Novel
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πpost
office: A Novel
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πYou Get
So Alone at Times That It Just Makes Sense
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π°Be Kind
by Charles Bukowski
we are always asked
to understand the other person's
viewpoint
no matter how
out-dated
foolish or
obnoxious.
one is asked
to view
their total error
their life-waste
with
kindliness,
especially if they are
aged.
but age is the total of
our doing.
they have aged
badly
because they have
lived
out of focus,
they have refused to
see.
not their fault?
whose fault?
mine?
I am asked to hide
my viewpoint
from them
for fear of their
fear.
age is no crime
but the shame
of a deliberately
wasted
life
among so many
deliberately
wasted
lives
is.
Grateful thanks to illneas,
INESS J. and YouTube and all the others who
made this video possible
The younger
generation of English Romantics were Londoners through and through. They were
known as the 'Cockney School of Poetry'.
A lecture by
SIR JONATHAN BATE FBA, GRESHAM PROFESSOR OF RHETORIC 14 May 2019
https://www.gresham.ac.uk/lectures-an...
The word
Romanticism makes us think of mountain tops and stormy seas, but the younger
generation of English Romantics (above all, John Keats) were Londoners through
and through. They were even mocked as ‘the Cockney School of Poetry’.
Jonathan
Bate will track Keats to Hampstead and tell of the extraordinary circle of
writers – opium-eater Thomas De Quincey, essayist Charles Lamb, master-critic
William Hazlitt – who wrote for The London Magazine, until its gifted editor
was killed in a duel with a rival critic.
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π°A
few Charles Bukowski poetry collections to check out
-The Last
Night on Earth Poems
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-Burning in
Water, Drowning in Flame
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-Dangling in
Tournefortia
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-Love is a
Dog From Hell
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there’s a
bluebird in my heart that
wants to get
out
but I’m too
tough for him,
I say, stay
in there, I’m not going
to let
anybody see
you.
there’s a
bluebird in my heart that
wants to get
out
but I pour
whiskey on him and inhale
cigarette
smoke
and the
whores and the bartenders
and the
grocery clerks
never know
that
he’s
in there.
there’s a
bluebird in my heart that
wants to get
out
but I’m too
tough for him,
I say,
stay down,
do you want to mess
me up?
you want to
screw up the
works?
you want to
blow my book sales in
Europe?
there’s a
bluebird in my heart that
wants to get
out
but I’m too
clever, I only let him out
at night
sometimes
when
everybody’s asleep.
I say, I
know that you’re there,
so don’t be
sad.
then I put
him back,
but he’s
singing a little
in there, I
haven’t quite let him
die
and we sleep
together like
that
with our
secret pact
and it’s
nice enough to
make a man
weep, but I
don’t
weep, do
you?
Music in
this video
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Remembrance
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About the
poem - The poet describes a bad weather day and tries to explain that we are
like nature. Just as nature has both good and bad days, we too are not always at our best.
About the
poet - Emily Elizabeth Dickinson (December 10, 1830 -- May 15, 1886) was a very
prolific private American poet. She was born in Amherst, Massachusetts. Many of
her poems deal with themes of death and immortality.
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