I have had a lovely time off though, and had some great insprirational experiences. Rome was beautiful, and full of breath taking art and artitechture, I really would reccomend going to anyone! The Vatican, is just breathtaking, especially The Pieta Michelangelo, my favourite piece of work! The Sistine Chapel was pretty impressive too!
Since returning I have been reading a lot about ancient Rome, about the rise of the Catholics and the Templers, it's really fascinating, and hope to soon write a script or story that can put my new found interest to good use!
I've also seen some great films and television over the holidays, I will do a review of these in a seperate post, but here are a few of my favourites:
TV:
Sherlock
Great Expectations
The Walking Dead
Pushing Daisies Two
Ringer
Band of Brothers - for the 100th time, never gets boring!
Mad Dogs
Films:
Sherlock Holmes 2 - Guy Ritchie- EXCELLENT
War Horse - Steven Spielburg - BEAUTIFUL CINEMATOGRAPHY
Limitless
True Grit
Zulu
What Dreams May Come - Very emotional, but stunning visuals
I've also made a start on research for the projects when we come back. I really like the idea of the adaption, and am trying to think as experimentally as possible!
I think I've set my heart on this one:
The Listeners
Walter De La Mare
‘Is there anybody there?’ said the Traveller,
Knocking on the moonlit door;
And his horse in the silence champed the grasses
Of the forest’s ferny floor:
And a bird flew up out of the turret,
Above the Traveller’s head:
And he smote upon the door again a second time;
‘Is there anybody there?’ he said.
But no one descended to the Traveller;
No head from the leaf-fringed sill
Leaned over and looked into his grey eyes,
Where he stood perplexed and still.
But only a host of phantom listeners
That dwelt in the lone house then
Stood listening in the quiet of the moonlight
To that voice from the world of men:
Stood thronging the faint moonbeams on the dark stair,
That goes down to the empty hall,
Hearkening in an air stirred and shaken
By the lonely Traveller’s call.
And he felt in his heart their strangeness,
Their stillness answering his cry,
While his horse moved, cropping the dark turf,
’Neath the starred and leafy sky;
For he suddenly smote on the door, even
Louder, and lifted his head:—
‘Tell them I came, and no one answered,
That I kept my word,’ he said.
Never the least stir made the listeners,
Though every word he spake
Fell echoing through the shadowiness of the still house
From the one man left awake:
Ay, they heard his foot upon the stirrup,
And the sound of iron on stone,
And how the silence surged softly backward,
When the plunging hoofs were gone.
I want to create a true horror atmosphere, thats quite disoritentating, as I believe this poem is quite personal, and that the readers are maybe the phantoms, or it expalins the loss of childhood and creativity. Not sure on what path I'm going to take with the Horse though...........
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