Alena

Thursday, January 17, 2008

9:50 PM

Be indulged, be mesmerized. This is beauty magnified. Watch my hair catch light, my eyes intoxicate you, my body satiate your senses. This isn’t a succession of images, thoughts, or emotions passing through one’s mind – it is the entity. My body is a molded sculpture flourished with modish clothes. I am the façade of a figure of perfection, in which substance within is nonexistant. A beau ideal. Worshiped - for comeliness, not demeanor. My internal beauty – masqueraded by external mendacity. This ‘flawless’ existance of mine is idolized by countless beings. I, however, am sickened by it. A marionette acting in a freakshow is the exegesis of my life. Internal satisfaction - a myth lost in time.

Wednesday, January 16, 2008

9:13 PM

Narrative to Script

Act 2, Scene 1
Set Description
{Long shot} Unique to the usually foggy San Francisco summer night, the sky is clear. Arthur has just arrived to his apartment filled with boxes yet to be unpacked - suggestive of recent arrival. Contemplating between a shower and bath, he shuffles his way through the unpainted hallway pulling off his socks with instability. Finally opting for the bath, he starts the water in the old Elizabethan style tub with large gold fixtures. Without Arthur's knowledge, Lauren is sitting in her* apartment's unfinished bathroom linen closet, watching Arthur take a bath. While Peggy Lee sings "Fever" on the radio, Lauren begins snapping her fingers to the tune in certainty nobody could see nor hear her. Arthur and Lauren are largely unknown to each other and have yet to be introduced.
Fever by Peggy Lee plays.
{ Superimposition ARTHUR - [moving head side to side, eyes closed] "Never know how much I love you, never know how much I care.When you put your arms around me, I get a fever that's so hard to bear.."
LAUREN - [snaps fingers gently] }
{Close-up shot} ARTHUR - [opens eyes, raises one brow]
{close-up shot on narrator} NARRATOR - Intrigued, Arthur emerges from the water and creeps over to investigate. The sound grows more and more distinct. With a deep breath, he thrusts the door open.
ARTHUR - [widened eyes] "What the hell is this?! (shocked) What are you doing here?! Who are you?!
LAUREN - (startled,gasps) "You can see me?"
ARTHUR - (growing with anger) "Of course I can see you!"
LAUREN - (studders) "You.. (pause).. can hear me?"
ARTHUR - (almost shouting) "I'm not deaf, nor blind! (attempting to sound calm) Now, (pause) what are you doing here?"
LAUREN - (ecstatic) "This is wonderful, [smiling] AMAZING!"
{close-up shot on narrator} NARRATOR - Arthur found nothing "wonderful" about the situation, although there was plenty that was "amazing."
ARTHUR - (irritated) "What, I repeat, are you doing in my bathroom closet?"
LAUREN - "I don't think you realize. Touch my arm." [hold her arm out] "Please.."
ARTHUR - (aggitated, confused) "No, I won't touch your arm. What's going on here?"
LAUREN - [grasps Arthur's wrist] "Do you fell me touching you?"
ARTHUR - [pulls away his arm] "Uhh.. (pause).. Yeah!"
LAUREN - "I just can't believe it. You can actually see me, hear me, and feel me. This is fabulous!"
ARTHUR - (even more so agitated) [grabs Lauren's arm] (yelling) "All right now, the joke is over, you can go home now and tell Paul it was lame. Very, very lame."
LAUREN - "I do not know who Paul is and you can stop yelling now, please. Just because some people can't hear or see me doesn't mean I can't hear you."
{close-up shot on narrator} NARRATOR - Arthur was much too tired for this nonsense, and he wasn't going to play twenty questions trying to figure out what was really going on anymore.
ARTHUR - (sternly) "Listen, it seems you're quite disturbed, but it's not my problem. I've just finished unpacking, and I'm very tired and I really need some peace and quiet. Please, please stop whatever game you're playing and go home. And come out of that closet already, for God's sake!"
LAUREN - [stares at him sadly] "I'm afraid it's not that easy. I haven't quite gotten the knack yet, though it's gotten better the last few days."
ARTHUR - "What's gotten better the last few days?"
LAUREN - "Shut your eyes, I'm going to try."
ARTHUR - "To try what?"
LAUREN - "To get out of this closet. That's what you want isn't it? So shut your eyes, I have to concentrate. And don't say anything for a couple of minutes."
ARTHUR - (mumbles to himself) "This is completely insane.."
{close-up shot on narrator} NARRATOR - Not knowing what else to do, Arthur obeyed. Two seconds later he heard a voice coming from the living room.
LAUREN - (yelling from the living room) "Not bad. I just missed the couch, but still, not bad at all."

9:02 PM

Memories of Murder

The malodorous corpse lay quiescently across the concrete, algid metal table. A victim she was. Battered, tortured, raped. Murdered. Rational basis - inexistent. Ghastly beings stood aloft her - bewildered. Shadows cast upon her fragile, exposed carcass disclosing the withheld. Emotions cloaked at the apple of the throat, in the pursuit of identifying surviving marks forgotten by the at fault. The fruit of gratification and delicacy extracted one by one, from the defenceless woman's vaginal opening. In utter disbelief the medical examiner proclaimed, "Nine pieces." Nine peach slices, and the core, were forced into the daunted woman. Dissolving the cold, mournful silence, the detective questioned, " Do you see this kind of thing in Seoul often?" - "Never.", replied the man in certainty. The bitter room overflowed with somber emotions. Spite grew hastily within each of the detectives and the examiner. As life was rapidly racing for each of the men, the dead woman lay in destruction - with no tomorrow - at the end of her life's road.

9:01 PM

Shakespeare Insults and Film Quotes

Act I, Scene I.

Dramatis Personae;

Ellen Dewberry - Wife; Ex - Hooker
Chris Dewberry - Husband; Lawyer

Set Description;

Dewberries' bedroom. Bed, vanity, stool, nightstand, door to the bathroom. Bed is made of mirrors, in counterpart to the vanity. Very old Hollywood style. Plasma television above the bed on the ceiling. Very ellegant. Silks and Indian cottons consume the bedroom. Ellen and Chris are lying on the bed opposite each other. Fancy clothes lay all around the bed suggestive of last night's events.

ELLEN: [long shot](obscurely) Wake up thou infectious common-kissing bladder!
CHRIS: (lying on the bed, not ready to wake up) (annoyed, low voice) I just hate you and I hate your ass face..
ELLEN: (grouchy, mumbling) (begins to sit up on the bed, covering herself with the blanket) I fart in your general direction. Your mother was a hamster and your father smelt of elderberries.
CHRIS: [medium shot](turns to face opposite Ellen pulling the blanket away) Thou puking ill-nurtured maggot-pie, what are you so ferocious about?!
ELLEN: (bitterly) I just want the damn truth!
CHRIS: (growing with anger) You can't handle the truth you bootless fat-kidneyed hedge-pig!
ELLEN: It is because I'm a bawdy milk-livered bladder, as you announced last night? Or is it because I'm getting old and bristly?
CHRIS: It's not the years, honey. (pause) It's the mileage. When I first saw you, I thought you were handsome. Then, of course, you spoke. (chuckles)
ELLEN: (raising voice) You're a currish earth-vexing dewberry. You know that?!
CHRIS: (calm matter) See, (pause) that's what I love about these high school girls. I get older, they stay the same age. (slurring the words) And hags like you just keep nagging and nagging and nagging.
ELLEN: (turns to face Chris) Maybe if you stopped sleeping around so much there wouldn't be a need for it!
CHRIS: (turns to look at her, pointing his finger) Listen here flirt-gill. You were a common-kissing bladder, before I scouped you up and brought you here. You better be thankful.
ELLEN: (mourning) So, (pause) you never did love me, (pause) (enraged) DID YOU?! (picks up a mirror from the nightstand and throws it at Chris)
CHRIS: (mirror smashes) (panicked) DO YOU MIND?! You little unappreciative measle! (gets out of bed)
ELLEN: [high angle shot](pulls the blanket over her head) I HATE YOU! (bawling)
CHRIS: [low angle shot](storms into the bathroom) (sarcasticly) Oh, No! Ellen hates me, I better watch out! (kisses teeth) (turns on shower)

End of Act I, Scene I.

Saturday, December 8, 2007

7:07 PM

Modish beauty,

a facile creation.

Modern allurement,

a plastic guise.

Authentic elegance,

a work of art.

Internal divineness -

unattainable.

Guileless lives

direct a captivating hereafter.

Scheming beings

mislay their vitalities.

Beatitude

an aspect of the lusty.

Deceit

performed by the astucious.

Let valor enhance you.

Honor

the brilliance within.

Deify

an internal ellegance,

aloft

a statuesque facade.

Thursday, November 8, 2007

2:27 PM

Guerilla Poetry

The ingenuous morphed into fanciful,
arranged figures.
Beguiling forms - embraced.
Modern elegance,
ruthless to the splendid.
The internally divine,
seized from the idolized.

Minds mesmerized
by casuistic perceptions,
revolutionized into zombies
adherent to a leader.
Lack of an imagination,
brilliance,
and ingenuity,
abducts the bliss
and intriguing uncertainty of life.

Abolish the predominant,
adopt an own suited mode,
and Let There Be Light.

Friday, October 26, 2007

6:19 PM

Snapshots

La Douleur de Beauté
"We are always blind to things deeper than skin." - Joe Chung

Luscious, illuminating, tantalizing lips on a woman had always been a visionary for men around the world since the dawn of time. Today, women are complying to forge a brand a new identity for the purpose of enticing the opposite sex. Lips are enhanced. Noses - surgically effeminized. Breasts - filled with silicone. Skin - lifted. And even fine wrinkle lines are "disappering" through botox. A window to the soul is masked by artificial body parts or perhaps the lack of real parts. Surgery has become like a miracle plant for the diffident who are in hope of one day reaching a state of felicity with their outer 'beauty'. Human forms have morphed into fanciful, delusory figures, thrusted by the ludicrous desire of alluring a man. Plastic surgery may be in vogue transiently, but one's authentic look should be cherished forever.