IN RETROSPECT
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In my life there came a storm
and I embraced its thund'rous light;
the choice I made so long ago,
the path I stayed through black and bright.

The only guide I have ever had:
the sight gained from passing years.
It magnifies our faults and failures,
the chastised past of now dried tears.

For in life there comes a storm,
and we each must see it through --
a choice we make on high or low,
a path we laid in brazen youth.

To wit:

Hindsight creates history through
whose lens we see life
as False or True.

-- Nicholas La Salla
11/11/14


"Another Perspective" Courtesy of Watford

With each day that goes by, I get a little more excited because the two Gutzee Geko Films scripts that I wrote are that much closer to completion.  We have "Dralien", an epic fantasy, and "Dennis Mayhew's Magic Mirror", a comedy with magical elements.  They were both so much fun to work on, and I've seen so much tender love and care go into the making of both films.

New updates abound -- I've heard that both films are essentially completed and that both will see an early 2015 release.  On top of that, I'm working hard on a full length feature with Gutzee Geko Films that I'm loving so far.  It's a Christian fantasy story.  I can't give away any details or even the title at this time but soon enough you will hear a whole lot more about it.  I'm crossing my fingers for a theatrical release for this one.  More on that another time.

I've posted fifteen of my original poems on this blog and the response has been fantastic.  They have been strong enough to draw visitors here, and that's about as much as anyone can ask for.  One day, I'd like to collect all of my poetry (thus far, anyway) into a physical book.  Depends how much free time I have, and lately, I have been busy, busy, busy.

I'm also hard at work on a new short story that I hope will blow your socks off and find a home in print.  I've got 95% of the first draft completed, but any more work will have to wait until after the New Year.  Forest City Short Film Review and it's feature length counterpart have been put on the backburner temporarily, but I've got several new reviews coming, so keep an eye out for that as well.

Now, without further ado, I want to give some credit where credit is due.  Here are the official credits to "Dralien" and "Dennis Mayhew's Magic Mirror".  Thank you to all whose names are below, and for all who read this now -- without you, none of this would be possible.




"DRALIEN"


Cast

Jane Elizabeth Barry as Claudia / Corelai
Louise Boothby as Mama Barton
Cameron Caulfield as Young John Barton
Kaushik Das as Dralien
Daniel James as Undead Army
Toni McGhee as Peasant / Prisoner
Scott Mead as Undead Army
Anthony Miller as Older John Barton
Raymond Skipper as Undead Army
Jason Voncina as Undead Army
Paris Young as Peasant

 Directed by
Linda Marie Curry

Written by
(in alphabetical order)
Linda Marie Curry
Nicholas La Salla

Produced by

Charles Atkins
Dion Cross
Linda Marie Curry
Larry Fleming
Sharon Ford
Michael Maguire
Franco Missaglia
Leon Russell
Lee A. Stripp

Music by
Darren Lim

Cinematography by
Mark Broadbent

Makeup Artist
Josleen Hawas




Second Unit Director
Anthony Miller

Art Department

Jeremy Komarnicki
Todd Mitchell
Simm Tillerman

Sound Department

Alicia Eames
Robert Johnson

Stunts

Jason King
Scott Mead

Camera and Electric Department

Julian Lawrence
Jono Voyce

Additional Assistant
Leon Chrsostomou

Behind the Scenes Videographer and Editor
Tina Crowe

Production Assistant
Sarah Dinsey




"DENNIS MAYHEW'S MAGIC MIRROR"

Cast

Joe Feeney as Dennis Mayhew
Wendy Spencer as Brenda Mayhew
Lai Peng Chan as Ba
Ricardo Pritchard as Chris Mayhew
Daniel James as Lou
Anthony Miller as Trey
Raymond Skipper as Trey (Rockstar)
Ken Hall as Radio DJ

Producer / Director
Linda M. Curry

Assistant Director
Anthony Miller

Screenplay
Nicholas La Salla

Cinematography
Mark Broadbent

Camera Assistants / Lighting

Alex Antonucci
Dion Gasser

Editing / Visual Effects
Lee A. Stripp

Assistant Editor
Lai Peng Chan

Composer
Darren Lim



Sound Recordist / Design
Henry Ruan

Boom Operator
Zac Van Manen

Makeup Artists

Desiree Vogelsang
Illora Vas

Prop Design / Transport
Anthony Miller

Location Scouts

Linda M. Curry
Anthony Miller

Special Thanks

Hugh Brofey - Gold Coast Little Theatre
Jessica Spencer


TWO MEN ON SEPARATE PATHS
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Two men began on parallel paths
pursuing their purpose in life;
one pushed hard forward, while the
other doubled back on areas he'd
already covered, quickly falling behind.

Concerned, that first fellow called out
to the other in a brotherly
show of support: "Traveler, get
behind me on THIS path --
you'll get a lot farther this way!"

His offer was refused, and he let
the wayward traveler become
a mere speck on the horizon
as the man continued to wander in
ellipticals, circles, random directions.

The further he went, the more
determined he became to reach the end --
to see finally for his own eyes what
lay at the end of this interminable path
and therefore what was his destiny.

The longer he pushed, the more time wore on
and his hair streaked with gray, then white,
his muscles turned cold and hard to work.
His heart throbbed in the cage of his chest
and alone, he had no choice but to carry on.

But the path continued, even when he could not,
and he collapsed, unable to breathe, heart
rattling, the end coming near.  And how unfair --
he wasn't yet done, not by a long shot.
The path went on for miles yet!

Death swooped down, a vision of white hot
light, the stooped posture of a great
primate with mighty plaited wings.  He or
she or it gathered his failing form
and ascended, and the earth shrank away below.

He was so mightily angry -- what was the
purpose of this?  A journey which never
went anywhere?  And especially now, so
high in the sky, he saw his path -- THE path,
not his -- and he saw his tiny footprints.

The path still extended for hundreds of
miles -- no, THOUSANDS -- before his step
appeared and long after the finish of his
brief journey.  The higher they went,
the more endless the path appeared.

He saw other paths, too, some straight
as his or nearly so, lives lived in
pursuit of a destination, something to
make the weight of living a little
more bearable.

There were millions of others though,
including the one beside his, made by
that traveler he'd left behind so
long ago, whose step was strange and madcap,
footprints mashed into earth in exotic
configurations of geometries that
appeared so odd on foot but seen from here
created giant images of breathtaking beauty --
there were portraits, scenes of action,
love, tears, laughter, and all things in between.

And then, there were HIS footprints, his
straight line.  "I missed the point," he said.

"I missed the point."

 
-- Nicholas La Salla
9/29/14


"Trails" Courtesy of Vivekchugh


EARTHQUAKE
--------------------------------

 
Jagged layers of earth
  seize and cling, ribboning cracks
like snapped bones and felled trees.

  Being so short lived,
it appears to my limited senses
  that what once was there has died.

Instead, the earth shudders into silence --
   hills sprout ringed with verdant growth
in a resplendent show of birth.

   Temporality, then, is the illusion,
life the thread of change,
   and death the great transition.

 
-- Nicholas La Salla
9/8/14


"Grand Canyon Collection 1" Courtesy of Edudflog


ACCEPTING FATE
--------------------------


Sadness is never so complete
as when familiar love has gone to sleep.
Deaf to the sound of cry or plea,
incapable of proper response, I see
you as a damaged being, imperfect as me.

My life has never felt so free,
but clinging to the past is a disease.
It masks what you are and who you'll be
when familiar love has gone to sleep
and sadness has become complete.

 
-- Nicholas La Salla
5/14/14


"Very Old Gravestones" Courtesy of Beverlylr

UNCONDITIONAL LOVE
-----------------------------------


GO AHEAD --

ATTACK me with your
alienation, isolation and disapproval
while I remain a REJECT --
unloved, ugly, worthless --

Unconditional Love?

The harder I try to
make these words meet
the more they feel hopelessly
incomplete --

soaked in mental illness,
garbage of closed minds,
words hanging dead in an air
overgrown with silence.


-- Nicholas La Salla
5/7/14


"Broken Heart" Courtesy of Alexbruda




THE CHOICE OF CHANGE
------------------------------------- 


CHANGE, despair, I've lost control of
a field of events unpleasant or otherwise.
I micromanage life and force it to fit
in these neat little boxes I call
"JOY" and "PAIN".

But change whisks away my boxes,
caught in a sweeping wind that
scatters my carefully compartmentalized
life in the dirt and mud.

Change becomes the storm,
the act of an angry god,
and I slog through its deep water,
rain stinging my eyes as I hope for "JOY".

It's the only way I know how to be sane.

Gradually, the storm ceases and
I weigh and compare the event
and filter it into "PAIN" -- but even so,
I'm off center, nothing feels right
and I lash out with silence.

Merely coping isn't working any longer.

Change, not only despair, but RELIEF:
a signpost of life -- "I AM STILL HERE" --
and these boxes are MY constructs, mine alone.
Nature -- reality -- knows no such boundaries.

Instead, we are "here", in this theoretical field,
and we are incorporated, not separate, and
I'm the only one keeping score of "JOY" versus "PAIN" --
for in the end, there is only this, and only now,
and these experiences are shades of the same color.


--  Nicholas La Salla
4/28/14


"Lightning" Courtesy of csabavero (http://www.freeimages.com/profile/csabavero)



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