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THROUGH A CITY THAT'S FORGOTTEN Animation: Corinne H...

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2008-04-22 12:24:13

Description: Animation by Corinne Heath You Tube Channel Here: http://www.youtube.com/user/corheath Corinne Heath Website Here: http://www.corinneheath.com/ Poetry by Eric Prendergast, Bio Here: (More) Animation by Corinne Heath You Tube Channel Here: http://www.youtube.com/user/corheath Corinne Heath Website Here: http://www.corinneheath.com/ Poetry by Eric Prendergast, Bio Here: http://drawingofghosts.com/page10.html from the chapbook of poetry, INFRASTRUCTURE. INFRASTRUCTURE is the first published chapbook of poetry by Eric Prendergast. The collection examines in intimate narrative the skeletal abstracts--social, psychological, and symbolic--that support the flesh of our reality. Together, the poems argue that the ideas that underlie our world are as solid and essential as the industries that give it function. Apreciation goes to Robbie Romero for corrections to the sequence of stops of the Chicago El train that I used in this poem. Voice: Steve Braunginn THROUGH A CITY THAT'S FORGOTTEN POEM BY ERIC PRENDERGAST The trains twist up and down this cramped coastline at the edge of the world like Dickens's specters—noisy, burly, greedy for more than their share of sound. They shake and crunch and shudder and tumble along tracks that tie down this tired city in knots of rusted metal and rotting wood. They spy in windows and under bridges as they wander, warned off by chain link fences iced with barbed wire, tossing up angry blue sparks at each stop. I board at Howard. A man in third-hand clothes is doing the rounds, begging alms from one car to the next. A Gold Coast lover is slyly sliding a hand down the long, long leg of his dearest Trixy. A Vietnamese housewife holds a shouting match with her dead mother over a cellphone. A construction worker holds his head in his hands, alone, the Virgin Mary sketched into his back peaking out from under his shirt collar. I sit down feeling I have seen these things before. A driver who cannot stand silence mumbles through the loudspeaker about bad dates and bird flu. At Belmont, he reminds riders not to forget their saxophones. At Merchandise Mart, he is replaced with static punctuated by the recording of a Midwestern man on too many uppers. I ask the businesswoman beside me who she prefers, but she won't look up from her copy of How to Talk to a Liberal (If You Must). "Soliciting on CTA trains is prohibited. Violators will be arrested," the recording reminds me with a meth inflection. I need reminders. I switch at State and Lake, watching deadset jumpers scale the spines of office towers as I wait for the Green Line train. A common problem of urbanized societies. Waiting. There was someone I waited with here, earlier. I said "I love you" as the train arrived, I think, but he didn't hear me over the sound of screeching wheels grinding to a halt. This probably explains everything that came after. The scent of old cigarettes on his lips and the hard-on I had to cover over with a copy of the Reader is all else I remember of him. Like most mislaid memories, I've tied these to the closest convenient point of disembarkment. At Garfield, twilight riders file in with the smell of cinder. Someone has set fire to the schools and churches. I see little girls crunking under a streetlight between 39th and 40th, their faces wild with smiles. I am struck dumb with beauty, so I open my notebook, but there's blood on the page corners and it isn't mine. There are many things we so soon forget. The man beside me tells me about his condo on the lake and the grenades he keeps in his closet. Then he asks me for a spare dollar. At Cottage Grove I get off and the details slip away, the lines between the dots thin into nothing, the things that make sense of this city get lost in the dark. (Less)

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Son Of Rambow

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2008-02-04 14:22:30

Description: A runaway audience smash at the Sundance Film Festival, SON OF RAMBOW is a hilariously fresh and visually inventive take on friendship, family, film heroes and the death-defying adventures of growing (More)

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SON OF RAMBOW Movie Trailer

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2008-02-02 00:31:01

Description: A runaway audience smash at the Sundance Film Festival, SON OF RAMBOW is a hilariously fresh and visually inventive take on friendship, family, film heroes and the death-defying adventures of growing (More)

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Bafra region, Karadeniz, Pontos 1997

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05:28,

2008-02-26 22:41:45

Description: Bafra is found in the west of Pontus (a district of Samsun Province) on the shores of the Black sea in todays Turkey. Bafra is a very touchy region for the Pontians b/c of the blood filled history (More) Bafra is found in the west of Pontus (a district of Samsun Province) on the shores of the Black sea in todays Turkey. Bafra is a very touchy region for the Pontians b/c of the blood filled history and it is the reason it is more dominent "Turkish" then mixed with others, you will not find any Rum (Pontian) speaking inhabitance and some say their is a negative vibe towards the Greeks.... In the video we are welcomed by a local village and their dance group, along with traditional Zourna and Daoul. We were met by the local mayor and given a great dinner. We also get a chance to dance together, I noticed they enjoy the "embropis" style of dance in this region (we sometimes call it Lahana). After that we set of down the river (which is Damed and made much bigger then it was) and you cannot help but to notice the old "Persian" tradition of tombs in the walls and the large caves. We stop at a large cave opening which has much historic significance... In this cave many men fought against the Sultan, who battered it days, he even brang in cannons, for almost a week. At the end, the men who hadn't lost their lives saved the last bullet for themselves. Entering the cave the Sultans men started to destroy the cave and noticed a draft coming from behind a icon of the virgin Mary, what they discovered was a tunnel that led all the way to the other side (this is pointed out in the video)... there they found all the village women and children who were deported to Samsun. On the road to Samsun they were followed by horses holding large bags. As they walked they stopped at a crossroad and the women herd the Sultan order the soldiers to "take the bags full of the soldiers heads to another place" thus they found out the tragic end to the males of the village. How do we know this ??? In this group their was a little boy, who was about to be taken from his mother but as they went to grab him he lifted his hands, they noticed that he had no hair under his arms so they let him stay, he managed to escape on the way, made his way to the middle of Anatolia and from their to Greece.... Tragic, and a little graphic, but true... In retaliation other village rebels burnt a entire Turkish village, many say their were civilian casualties inc women and children, thus why Greeks are not liked in these parts.....!!!!!!!!!!!!! ......................................... This is a short video from my 1997 tour with author George Andreadis (books such as Tamama)and 55 others from Greece to the land of our forefathers. What you dont see is that we were accompanied by civilian dressed Police, actually came in the Bus with us, they even showed us their badge, we sang and played Kemence together, it was the first Kemence player who did not know how to speak Rumce/Rum (Pontiaka). He seamed surprised about our Kemence as well.... We were also put on Turkish national TV, I was interviewed but didn't get to see it on TV that night!!! Thanks again http://www.pontosworld.com http://www.pontian.info (Less)

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THROUGH A CITY THAT'S FORGOTTEN Animation: Corinne H...

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2008-01-31 12:52:17

Description: Animation by Corinne Heath You Tube Channel Here: http://www.youtube.com/user/corheath Corinne Heath Website Here: http://www.corinneheath.com/ Poetry by Eric Prendergast, Bio Here: (More) Animation by Corinne Heath You Tube Channel Here: http://www.youtube.com/user/corheath Corinne Heath Website Here: http://www.corinneheath.com/ Poetry by Eric Prendergast, Bio Here: http://drawingofghosts.com/page10.html from the chapbook of poetry, INFRASTRUCTURE. INFRASTRUCTURE is the first published chapbook of poetry by Eric Prendergast. The collection examines in intimate narrative the skeletal abstracts--social, psychological, and symbolic--that support the flesh of our reality. Together, the poems argue that the ideas that underlie our world are as solid and essential as the industries that give it function. Apreciation goes to Robbie Romero for corrections to the sequence of stops of the Chicago El train that I used in this poem. Voice: Steve Braunginn THROUGH A CITY THAT'S FORGOTTEN POEM BY ERIC PRENDERGAST The trains twist up and down this cramped coastline at the edge of the world like Dickens's specters—noisy, burly, greedy for more than their share of sound. They shake and crunch and shudder and tumble along tracks that tie down this tired city in knots of rusted metal and rotting wood. They spy in windows and under bridges as they wander, warned off by chain link fences iced with barbed wire, tossing up angry blue sparks at each stop. I board at Howard. A man in third-hand clothes is doing the rounds, begging alms from one car to the next. A Gold Coast lover is slyly sliding a hand down the long, long leg of his dearest Trixy. A Vietnamese housewife holds a shouting match with her dead mother over a cellphone. A construction worker holds his head in his hands, alone, the Virgin Mary sketched into his back peaking out from under his shirt collar. I sit down feeling I have seen these things before. A driver who cannot stand silence mumbles through the loudspeaker about bad dates and bird flu. At Belmont, he reminds riders not to forget their saxophones. At Merchandise Mart, he is replaced with static punctuated by the recording of a Midwestern man on too many uppers. I ask the businesswoman beside me who she prefers, but she won't look up from her copy of How to Talk to a Liberal (If You Must). "Soliciting on CTA trains is prohibited. Violators will be arrested," the recording reminds me with a meth inflection. I need reminders. I switch at State and Lake, watching deadset jumpers scale the spines of office towers as I wait for the Green Line train. A common problem of urbanized societies. Waiting. There was someone I waited with here, earlier. I said "I love you" as the train arrived, I think, but he didn't hear me over the sound of screeching wheels grinding to a halt. This probably explains everything that came after. The scent of old cigarettes on his lips and the hard-on I had to cover over with a copy of the Reader is all else I remember of him. Like most mislaid memories, I've tied these to the closest convenient point of disembarkment. At Garfield, twilight riders file in with the smell of cinder. Someone has set fire to the schools and churches. I see little girls crunking under a streetlight between 39th and 40th, their faces wild with smiles. I am struck dumb with beauty, so I open my notebook, but there's blood on the page corners and it isn't mine. There are many things we so soon forget. The man beside me tells me about his condo on the lake and the grenades he keeps in his closet. Then he asks me for a spare dollar. At Cottage Grove I get off and the details slip away, the lines between the dots thin into nothing, the things that make sense of this city get lost in the dark. (Less)

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