Journeying throughout Los Angeles our contributor and editor Aaron Howell found himself in the midst of making a short film. So in another self-aggrandizing attempt at self-promotion we are posting the film below. The film written and directed by Will Converse-Richter, local Los Angeles film student and general-purpose artist, goes all out in its attempt to paint a dark picture of grief, where bloody reality mixes with the delusional pain of suffering loss. When we say bloody and pain we literally mean blood and pain. Did we mention it was dark? A note of warning, if the film doesn’t disturb you then please contact Los Angeles the Blog immediately and we will put you in touch with our therapist who studies existential psychoanalysis. The word “psycho” is the important one. So without further hoopla we give you 6-minutes of “Irreparable.” Enjoy.
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L.A. the Blog: Salutes Poet Kirsten Broughton
In the pursuit of making this blog more than fire jumpers and television stars we pay tribute to Kirsten Broughton, poet and literary savant who befriended L.A. the Blog recently, debating literary genres, writers and periods for hours at a time. Just published in Inscape 2012 literary magazine at Pasadena City College for her poem “Holy Bird,” we say congratulations Kirsten! May your poetry find its way into many more hearts as it has our own. Without further ado we are publishing in entirety her poem:
“Holy Birds”
by Kirsten Broughton
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Forgive me Mother, for I was a baby.
Turned in your grip when we lowered
Down, my white dress bunched up. Priest
Poured holy water on my forehead.
Forgive me Mother; I am not sure it seeped in.
Forgive me Brother, for I was frightened.
We anticipated with open palms, our childish
Hunger still quenchable. Filled to the brim you always
Trusted. My cup half empty left me wanting.
Forgive me Brother, for taking more than my share.
Forgive me Sister, for I was not confident.
My burning eyes seek perfect sister skin. A teenage
Girl does not know: it is not killer looks singeing
Holes. It’s me, sizzled down to my jealous bones.
Forgive me Sister, I confess but I won’t let go.
Forgive me Grandmother, for I was foolish.
Kicking and screaming I knew more. Maternal
Pressure pushed me through, a tightly locked
Invisible door. A broken window is just a small price,
Forgive me Grandmother, for I am still not wise.
Forgive me Lover, for I have been hurt.
Because of you, I have come to know warmth. Yet,
Internal furnace could not burn; doubtful whispers
Floating up; “my lifetime bound in matrimony?”
Forgive me Lover, for I am claustrophobic
Forgive me Father, for I have sinned. And
I still have the same question, “Does He hear my
Every thought?” Your answer has always been the
Same, “Words will scream but a silent smile saves.”
Forgive me Father, for I am desperate to be heard.
Forgive me Earth, for I am resisting death.
No Holy Oils could stretch my time. No
Anointing could relieve, the eternal wood
Box confine, that endless soil’s about to bring
So, when this borrowed body must return,
Forgive me Earth, I want to come back as a bird.
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UPDATE: If you are interested in more of Kirsten’s work and her art please visit here where you can find her musings, thoughts, reflections and favorite poets.
L.A. the Blog: Crazy Art Cars, 2nd Installment
Adding to the previous and earlier blog about crazy art cars in Los Angeles, we have a few more to add. You can check out the original post here.
We needed to throw in a graffiti bus found down in Venice, for what is an art car posting without the a cool-ass bus in it?
What do you to with that old police interceptor? You turn it into the Peace car, at least that’s what these guys did. Hey, it’s the peace car, not the pa-lease car.
Heck we know who these guys are, but in all fun we want to leave it up to the viewer to guess what this picture is all about. An anarchy van, a strip club, masks and a pirate flag? All we can say is they are up to no good …
How did this end up here? Oh, well happy marriage you two – Gabe and Bridget get married!!!
UPDATE (5/12/12):
We needed to add one more crazy art car pick, this van is seen lurking around Hollywood, and we love it for its tribute to those things dead and satanic. Go Turbo Lover we love you!
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