The Slacker Chronicles: Ghosts of Belfast

Saturday, August 21, 2010

Ghosts of Belfast

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(Or how I learned to write a pidgen's smidgen of Html)

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Here's the song... and the lyrics... LOL We're all on a bit of a rough voyage, this life.

the lyrics by Al Stewart

"Oh you slipped away from the harbour side
In the morning bright and clear
And your sails were filled with the rising wind
And you laughed for all to hear
But you never glanced at the ragged dance
Of your lovers on the quay
Don't call on them when the winds rise high
On the dark and the rolling sea

Oh you set your course for the furthest shores
And you never once looked back
And the flag you flew was a pirate cross
On a field of velvet black
And those landsmen who you but lately knew
Were left stranded on the lea
Don't call on them when the storm clouds rise
On the dark and the rolling sea

Oh I have no need of a chart or creed
You told your waiting crew
For the winds of chance, they will bear us straight
And you spoke as though you knew
So you paid no mind to the warning signs
As you gave your words so free
Don't change your tack when the timbers crack
On the dark and the rolling sea

Now the thunder rails in the great mainsails
And the stars desert the skies
And the rigging strains as the hands of rain
Reach down to wash your eyes
And your oarsmen stands with his knife in hand
And his eyes spell mutiny
Don't call my name when your ship goes down
On the dark and the rolling sea"

Oh how I love Magic Realism.

It's a dream where we take the time and try our best to make sense of wheat is often a senseless thing.

War and violence.

Love?

We try as intellectual beings to make sence of it. To predict it's coming but in the end it just is what you see in your dreams.

Random.

It's why we pray for God.

Some father or mother to tell us that in the end if we survive?

There is a reason for it all..."

LOL It's either this or doing the dishes...

Director?

First? Craig Ferguson since he owns the rights to the book...

but if he can loose hold of his ego?...

there is QT.

It's a violent dance, this book, in the wrong hands the movie could become just "white noise" violent. A cliche'. In the right hands, it would become the Dance Macabre of truth real and perceived.

The dark realities mixed with the light of humanity.

Opening scene?

Music from bar. the first part before the song "late again"...

guy at the bar.

sits down.

bartender walks up and hands him a drink

bar's empty but for the guy and the bartender

then he looks to his left and right

there are people to his left and right

he doesn't breath

just looks down into his drink

that's where he sees a glimpse of the most violent thing

just a glimps

and dark

the story begins.

no opening credits

just the story...

Old guy walking though a field at night. Full moon. He's with a woman and her son. She's singing a traditional song. A lulaby.

slow motion images. montage. of how she came to this story. A wordless explanation, a for telling, to answer the question why. In the background this song.

At 2:18 there's an instumental. Climax of opening story here. Irony in the fact that while the music is in a major almost upbeat key? The images are graphic and violent. While it's happening the old man, the woman, and the boy stand watching. Light reflecting off them like the light from a bonfire. And a bonfire it is. A split second vision of the "fire" and "the troubles" the "sang" in Belfast, Ireland, and the parts of Great Britain it touched.

At 3:08 they are walking back through the same moonlit field. Only now they're not in a black and while time. They're now in a color world.