It’s not uncommon to view Hollywood as a young person’s game. It can feel like there’s an expiration date for when you’re “allowed” to break into the entertainment industry, and at some point, the doors simply close. This doesn’t need to be the case, though, and there are many examples of people finding success later in life or after transitioning from a different industry altogether. In fact, there are big advantages to taking this step at this point in your life and upper hands that Hollywood lifers will never experience. Nonetheless, transitioning to a creative career later in life is not easy and presents unique challenges. But with a strong lay of the land and the proper tools under your belt, it’s a journey that is absolutely achievable - STAGE32.

From - Andrei Tarkovsky: The Poet of Apocalypse
James Quandt 1 October 2018 

Tarkovsky’s search for wholeness, for the integrity of the world, might be read in reductive psychological terms: the separation of his parents in 1935 deeply marked him, and such films as The Mirror and Solaris reveal his yearning for a reassembled family. (His concern with memory, both private and ancestral, is largely reconstitutive.) More importantly, it reflects his preoccupation with spiritual and psychic renewal, dependent in his view on a series of vital connections: with nature, with the past, with originating cultures, including that of pre-revolutionary Russia.

With its holy madmen, saints and seers, and its Dostoevskian themes of atonement, apocalypse and imprisonment, loss of spirituality and hope, Tarkovsky’s cinema has its origins in 19th-century Russian culture (as frequently did Bresson’s).

From - Andrei Tarkovsky: The Poet of Apocalypse
James Quandt 1 October 2018 

And from Baudelaire’s ‘Hymn’ (the lesser known one), these words: “To the Most Dear, To the Most Beautiful, My Joy, my Health, My Sanity …”

An apt dedication for the tale of ‘The Fugitive Stag’…

Art of the Night: Dorothea Tanning https://youtu.be/ZwZOj7LqG1c via @YouTube

Indeed, my indulgent friends, I will tell you – here, in this late preface, which might easily have become an obituary or a funeral oration – what I sought in the depths below: for I have come back, and – I have escaped. Think not that I will urge you to run the same perilous risk! or that I will urge you on even to the same solitude! For whoever proceeds on his own path meets nobody: this is the feature of one’s “own path.” No one comes to help him in his task: he must face everything quite alone – danger, bad luck, wickedness, foul weather. He goes his own way; and, as is only right, meets with bitterness and occasional irritation because he pursues this “own way” of his: for instance, the knowledge that not even his friends can guess who he is and whither he is going, and that they ask themselves now and then : “Well? Is he really moving at all? Has he still … a path before him? ” – At that time I had undertaken something which could not have been done by everybody: I went down into the deepest depths; I tunnelled to the very bottom; I started to investigate and unearth an old faith which for thousands of years we philosophers used to build on as the safest of all foundations – which we built on again and again although every previous structure fell in: I began to undermine our faith in morals. But ye do not understand me?  – Nietzsche in ‘Daybreak’ (1881).

AN EPIC STORY OF LOVE, BEAUTY, RELIGIOUS FANATICISM, AND A SECRET FOR WHICH EVEN THE MOST PIOUS WOULD KILL, TO PREVENT THE WORLD FROM DISCOVERING ...

Goddess and woman conspire in a single numinous form, where there is no separation between the spiritual and the sensual ...  but something altogether new ... 

Productions are coming back!
After a long hiatus the plans to
begin production are starting
to come into focus.
That is great news!
But something else lurks on the horizon... 

The WGA and the major agencies
are still at odds with no end in sight.
The smart writers see this as an
opportunity to take their work directly
to producers and managers rather
than trying to land agents.
 
Across the industry, from the UK to the US,
producers are looking for the most
cutting-edge scripts!

THE FUGITIVE STAG IS READY! Like a bottle in a vast ocean, if you see this blog floating about in virtual space … not just managers and producers … but you may even know someone who knows someone who knows a TOP DIRECTOR looking for a great script … please forward this link. They will be amazed.

Breathing: You invisible poem!
Complete interchange of your own essence
with world-space.  You counterweight
in which I rhythmically happen.
 
Single wave-motion
whose gradual sea I am;
you, most inclusive of all our
possible seas-space grown warm.
 
How many regions in space
have already been inside me.
There are winds
that seem like my wandering son.
 
Do you recognize me, Air,
full of places I once absorbed?
You who were the smooth bark,
roundness, and leaf of my words?


You who let yourselves feel: enter the breathing
that is more than your own.
Let it brush your cheeks
as it divides and re- joins behind you.
Blessed ones, whole ones,
you where the heart begins:
You are the bow that shoots the arrows
and you are the target.
Fear not the pain. Let its weight fall back
into the earth;
for heavy are the mountains, heavy the seas.
The trees you planted in childhood have grown
too heavy. You cannot bring them along.
Give yourselves to the air, to what you cannot hold.

Poetry in the Making – Ted Hughes

Because it is occasionally possible,
just for brief moments,
to find the words that will unlock the doors
of all those many mansions inside the head
and express something – perhaps not much,
just something –
of the crush of information
that presses in on us …

Words that will express something
of the deep complexity
that makes us precisely the way we are …

And when words can manage something of this,
and manage it in a moment of time,
and in that same moment make out of it
the vital signature of a human being
– not of an atom, or of a geometrical diagram,
or of a heap of lenses –

but a human being,
we call it poetry.

AND THANKS FOR THOSE WORDS, TED – I’M NO POET, SO I CALL IT ‘THE FUGITIVE STAG.’