From near to far : From here to the horizon : From little beginnings : Small flight of dreams : To infinite possibilities : All it takes : Is a little courage
Welcome to 'a cinematic mind', the companion blog to Alternate:Words. Here I share additional bits and pieces of cinematicness such as mobile snaps, very short writings, some music and little videos. Do feel free to follow (along) and/or ask questions (just tap 'Message Me' below).
This : Light woven path : Struggling spring shine : Fighting its way out : Out of winter’s grip : This : Is not about things seen : Not about plain reality : Not about pretending to know : But about perception : Experience : Emotional response : Senses tingling : A dream : Wide awake : Eyes shut : Heart open (at Eilenriede)
“‘Mayfair.’ That was the last word whispered by a dying beauty, dying in my arms, her eyes filled with fear, pain and an unspoken request for justice, shot at bright daylight on an overcrowded 5th Avenue. Back then I’d considered it a cruel twist of fade that I happened to turn the corner of 50th, just moments after a devil’s shot had pierced an angel’s heart. An angel indeed, feeding the poor and helping those in need at St. Patrick’s Cathedral. An angel by the name of Marlene. An angel who’d become my sole obsession, my driving motivation, my inspiration, all of which is terribly difficult to come by when one is just a budding, starving writer. But I had one advantage, a secret weapon in my fight for justice and truth - a typewriter that not only indoctrinated every page with the words of my bidding but one that also had a curious mind of its own. One that could sense my questions and provide possible answers. And so I typed ‘Mayfair,’ and waited.”
We reach out : To the light : To the light : Our branches : Emerging from cold : Darkness at our feet : Call upon the sky : Call upon the sky : That it may break : It’s heavy silence : Break down these concrete walls : Hear us sighing : Hear us sighing : We are still here : We are still full of fear : Won’t you open : Open your golden gates : Let us climb from this grave : From this barren place : Into a most radiant grace (at Eilenriede)
Don’t be afraid : Of this dark and rustling forest : Of desires shrouded : Clouded by winter’s breath : That curious feeling : Tingling down your spine : Wondering what lies beyond : I see you reaching out with desperate motion : Yet anxiously your hand retracts : Trembles : As second thoughts : Entangle your aching soul : As if arms wrapped around your chest : Now try to pull you back : Back to things less likely : Less trying thus : But this is not the place : For in this moment’s shiest glance : Arises with eager eyes : A single touch : Most beautiful : Radiant and pure : Will you wonder still : Or enter now with surer heart : Step into : Where wings await : White raven like : Come : Leave your bandages behind : Knowing that : Beneath this swaying veil : Skin deep : Runs your passion’s truest red (at Eilenriede)
Infinities surround us : Intricacies abound : From the largest to the smallest : Eternity is found : Resound : With the call to forever : Paradise lost : We glimpse but a second in time : Frighten : Often fighting : Winter’s heart : Cold and gloomy : What will come : Where is the sun : Hope springs : Where love sings : Of that one day : When all that’s gold : Will finally stay : Say : Don’t you wonder : Won’t you ponder : Infinities surround : Intricacies abound : Eternity found (at Eilenriede)
There’s a time : Just in between light and dark : Where emotions ebb and flow : Opening a portal : To the doorless chambers of the soul : Longing limbo : Treasures and terrors : Perception shifts : To a sepia consciousness : Cherished fear : Of wanting to be here : But lost in frightful sounds : Mesmerized by the chattering : Of our own heart : Whispering secret words : Of unadmitted longings : Desires of an aching spirit : Born within : From pieces of fragmented visions : Hazy glass : Of once crystal clear passion (at Eilenriede)
“‘Meet me at the downtown construction site at midnight. 12 sharp, no wire, no police.’ When I’d received the note, handed to me by a passerby on the street pretending to bump into me, my first thought was ‘you gotta be kidding me.’ My second thought was ‘sharp as in sharpshooter’ who’d probably been aiming at me right that very moment. I’d worked this particularly nasty case for almost ten months. Someone’s been killing quite attractive women by draining, nope, not their blood but the very life from every single cell in their bodies. ‘How?’ ‘Your guess is as good as mine,’ the pathologist’d replied. ‘Never have seen anything like it. It’s as if they hadn’t been alive to begin with.’ And as if that wasn’t creepy enough already the victims also looked uncannily alike. ‘Clones?’ ‘You’re not seriously asking me that?’ I’d thought of a snappy reply but decided to just raise an eyebrow, tilt my head and walk out. So here I was, 12 sharp, about to meet someone who writes good old fashioned scribbly notes who’ll either turn out to be a total freak - or perhaps someone with answers stranger than fiction.” (at Kroepcke-Center)
Fall : Into the moment : Like a feather : Falling : Gliding : Weightless : Down the hours : Of this calm day : Listen : To softly swaying : Sleeping: Winter trees : You can hear them : Faintly : All is at peace : At ease : Like a child : Fast asleep : Dreaming : Of castles in the clouds : And in the distance : A piano plays : Ever so gently : A lullaby : Echoing : Of mountains tall : And valleys wide and green : Of birds singing in the sun : And lovers dancing in the rain : Come, now : Fall : Follow : Give me your hand : As we let this moment : Capture our imagination : Carry us : Towards equilibrium (at Spielplatz Lister Turm)
My anguish divine : My beautiful sorrow : My joyful desperation : My soothing heartache : Come, fear not the night : For the day was empty and cold : There was nothing but mercury dreams : But now awakens that longing old : Awakens with burning beams : Of terrible want and need : Seeking, searching, searing : Burning deep into our stone cold skin : Stirring desire, soul deep touch : Where lonely emptiness had been (at Spielplatz Lister Turm)
