Wednesday, 7 November 2012

making my own poem

Instead of using a poem written by Lewis Carrol I thought I would give my own a shot.

This is a based on a 3 minute film Idea i have.

Synopsis to follow

First half of the poem

The starlighter's apprentice

At the end of the day.
When the sun goes to bed.
A job needs to be done.
When the sky looks so dead.

The job it involves.
A little old man.
Who flies up to the clouds.
With his apprentice Dylan.

This is just an idea for my first section of the poem

Wednesday, 31 October 2012

A valentine.

A Valentine

Sent to a friend who had complained that I was glad enough to see
him when he came, but didn't seem to miss him if he stayed away.

And cannot pleasures, while they last,
Be actual unless, when past,
They leave us shuddering and aghast,
With anguish smarting?
And cannot friends be firm and fast,
And yet bear parting?

And must I then, at Friendship's call,
Calmly resign the little all
(Trifling, I grant, it is and small)
I have of gladness,
And lend my being to the thrall
Of gloom and sadness?

And think you that I should be dumb,
Excepting when YOU choose to come
And share my dinner?
At other times be sour and glum
And daily thinner?

Must he then only live to weep,
Who'd prove his friendship true and deep
By day a lonely shadow creep,
At night-time languish,
Oft raising in his broken sleep
The moan of anguish?

The lover, if for certain days
His fair one be denied his gaze,
Sinks not in grief and wild amaze,
But, wiser wooer,
He spends the time in writing lays,
And posts them to her.

And if the verse flow free and fast,
Till even the poet is aghast,
A touching Valentine at last
The post shall carry,
When thirteen days are gone and past
Of February.

Farewell, dear friend, and when we meet,
In desert waste or crowded street,
Perhaps before this week shall fleet,
Perhaps to-morrow.
I trust to find YOUR heart the seat
Of wasting sorrow.

This is an example of the style in which this piece would need to go in, I found this on google and to be honest I don't think It would work well.

First poem.

A BOAT beneath a sunny sky,
Lingering onward dreamily
In an evening of July --
Children three that nestle near,
Eager eye and willing ear,
Pleased a simple tale to hear --
Long has paled that sunny sky:
Echoes fade and memories die:
Autumn frosts have slain July.
Still she haunts me, phantomwise,
Alice moving under skies
Never seen by waking eyes.
Children yet, the tale to hear,
Eager eye and willing ear,
Lovingly shall nestle near.
In a Wonderland they lie,
Dreaming as the days go by,
Dreaming as the summers die:
Ever drifting down the stream --
Lingering in the golden dream --
Life, what is it but a dream?


This is one of the first poems I have looked at, It could be made into an animation with the correct characters and style in which it was done. But I do feel that it would be to complicated to come ac across as i would want it too.
One of my ideas for the 3 minute film was creating a story from one of Lewis Carrol's many poems. I thought this would be a good idea as he is my favorite writer and I adore all of his work.

Tuesday, 25 September 2012

Starting Fresh.

With the failure of my Last project, I need to up my game. This blog will follow from start to finish all my research, Ideas and designs...Finishing with the 3 minute film uploaded so you will be able to witness how I went through all the ideas to create this.