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SUPERSYMMETRY

In some way every challenge we face is beautiful.

TrentJaklitsch.com

Original footage filmed with Kodak Super 8, Canon C100 & Canon 7D

ADDITIONAL FOOTAGE

NASA Archives
Prelinger Archives
Pond5 Public Domain
Videoblocks
David King, vimeo.com/dking
H. Lee Waters Collection

SOUND MIXED BY Tommy Mokas @ Casa Nova Studios
MUSIC BY Experience (Starkey Remix), Ludovico Einaudi Experience, Ludovico Einaudi

POST PRODUCTION Final Cut Pro X, Adobe After Effects, Protools

SPECIAL THANKS

Alyssa Monks
Christian Douglas
Christopher Stone
David King

STORM > Tim Minchin

In the confines of a London dinner party, comedian Tim Minchin argues with a hippy named Storm. While Storm herself may not be converted, audiences from London to LA have been won over by Tim’s wordplay and the timely message of the film in a society where science and reason are portrayed as the enemy of belief.

Written and performed by Tim Minchin @timminchin. Directed by DC Turner @dcturner. Produced by Tracy King @tkingdoll. http://www.stormmovie.net

NOW AVAILABLE AS AN ILLUSTRATED BOOK WITH ALL NEW ART! http://www.timminchin.com/stormthebook

THE FUTURE ANCIENTS > LUKA LESSON

From the book FUTURE ANCIENTS
http://www.lukalesson.com.au/

“In the future
the history books will study us

our cities will have been renamed
our languages slanged into something new
and this moment
will one day
be ancient

The future ancients
dig theoretical trenches between settlement and invasion

shoot rifles at each other from across the plains
and place prayers within the screaming bullets

they shroud their heads in mourning

and afterwards line their soldiers up in cemeteries like voodoo dolls for God

The future ancients
will be encased behind glass in museums

Greek ragtag squadrons
with backpacks
gas masks
and shards of Athenian columns for weapons
will be installed in exhibitions
of either terrorists or freedom fighters
depending on who it is that wins

this time

they will stand side by side
with wax dummies of ‘good men’
in shirts and ties
who never leave their suburban blocks
but are called to duty through computer screens
shooting unmanned cannons in far away places
and are called things like
husband
son
sweetheart
and Lieutenant

The future ancients
will have their artefacts locked in storage
shards of Molotov cocktails
from the Egyptian revolution
will be tagged and filed
next to Michael Jackson albums
smartphones
Playboy magazines
and the Australian Flag

The future ancients
will be found by future archaeologists
preserved and embalmed
in tequila and Chanel Number 5
alongside pop-star prophets
who thought they were somehow saying something new
this time
they will find them
praying to gods who believe in Science
on a planet of do’s and don’ts
of factions and fractions of us’s and them’s
and we’s and whatever’s
and maybe never’s
and never again’s
the future ancients will be found in tombs
of cheap liquor

in databases of tradition

on screens called culture

as relics of broken signals

They will hardly be visited as bones
but remembered
in the symbology of pixel
and paranoia

The Future Ancients
will be remembered or lost depending on what we decide

Since democracy has been paraphrased
sustainability called primitive
refugees criminalised by the first invaders
and Indigenous cultures lined up side by suicide
in prisons
like voodoo dolls for the future
the textbooks will study us
our cities will have been renamed
our languages slanged into something new

and our stories will be the only link left
between objects
and their meanings

They will try to twist and turn our histories
based on what they find of us

so our voices are the only artefacts worth keeping
alive

So whose lips will we honour?
on whose tomb will we lay our tears?
those that risked everything to speak
but spoke anyway
those that gave meaning in the darkness
those who not only spoke
but gifted us a moment of silence in this madness to so that we could learn to hear
ourselves

Those thoughts are your artefacts

your jewellery
jade
and bronze
and your words are your monuments
your stone
and bone
Parthenon
and Colosseum
everything worth leaving behind

In silence is how we surrender
speech is the architecture of fate

So are we pharaohs of fallacies
empresses of nothing?

What will they engrave below our statues?

In the ancient future”

Dante’s Inferno rap adaptation by Hugo > Canto 1-4

A unique poetry/rap crossover project adapting Dante’s Inferno into a rap by the ever innovative hip hop artist Hugo Farrant (http://hugofarrant.com/) who is also known as Robert Foster of Juice Media’s Rap News (http://thejuicemedia.com/).

Read Hugo’s artist statement below:

Dante Inferno – The Rap Translation – Canto 1

A poet regains consciousness in a terrifying dark forest. How can he ascend out of it? When he comes across his all-time literary hero (dead for 400 years) he realises he has a hell of a journey ahead of him…

It’s seven hundred years since Dante Alighieri penned his epic poem, Commedia, in which he describes in breathtaking detail a journey into three realms of the Catholic afterlife. So insanely inspired was this poetic undertaking, that swiftly after its printing its giddy readers added the epithet Divine to it, and ‘La Divina Commedia’ has never been surpassed in scope or style in seven centuries of poetry in any language.

Dante made use of a poetic form described as the ‘Dolce Stil Novo’ which translates as The Sweet New Style. He was determined to prove that the collection of unrefined dialects of the peninsula that we now know as Italy were just as appropriate for writing poetry as the Latin which all other writers of the time felt obliged to favour. He called this principle ‘De Vulgari Eloquentia’ – the Eloquence of Vulgar Languages (i.e. the eloquence of the vernacular). In exile from his beloved Florence, he set about writing the Commedia, and over the course of 100 canti, not only proved that the disparate dialects were up to the task, but effectively created the Italian language in the process, and immortalised himself to boot.

Over the epic journey, in effortlessly flowing and ingenious rhyme form, he shows the language’s ability to run the gamut of tones from the brutal and disgusting tortures of Hell to high flown and awe-inspiring visions of Paradise. So great was his prowess with rhyme, that he effectively placed himself at the top of the all-time great rhymers that humanity has produced for seven centuries.

However, when in the latter half of the 20th Century, in New York, an upstart group of young musical innovators gave birth to a style of music and a subculture called Hip Hop, all of a sudden, in the form of Rap, there arrived poets who took the art of rhyming to obsessive extremes, finally presenting a poetic form that, in terms of rhyming at least, could hold its own alongside and perhaps even surpass that of history’s greatest.

Immortal innovators of the artform such as Rakim, Talib Kweli, Eminem, KRS One, Mos Def, Nas, Notorious BIG, Tupac Shakur and Pharoahe Monch, took this rap rhyming to incredible depths, exploring all angles of their own vernacular, spitting intricate multi-syllable rhymed verses over irresistible hip hop beats and delivering their version of the Dolce Stil Novo to an insatiable world, and in the process proving, like Dante, that their Vulgar vernacular could have global relevance in its eloquence.

So, to this project. The basic agenda being simply to retranslate the Inferno using some of the forms of Rap – Multi-syllabic rhyme patterns, driving beats – to reengage with this epic medieval poem, and maybe contribute to garnering it a new audience. Of course, being a mere beginner in this art form myself, I have done my best to do justice to both the form and the source material. Any seeming deficiencies in either are in fact mine, and I apologise in advance.

With this in mind, I humbly present the first Canto of the Inferno, translated into Rap, using the hip hop mix-tape convention of rhyming over existing beats.

The beats respectfully used are
‘Agent Orange’ by Pharoahe Monch
http://itunes.apple.com/us/album/agen…
‘Call to Arms’ by Harmonic 313
http://www.artistdirect.com/nad/windo…

As references to the original poem, I have used the following editions

The Divine Comedy of Dante Alighieri Volume I Inferno, edited and translated by Robert M. Durling (Oxford University Press, 1996) – an excellent side by side translation with great commentary

The website Danteinferno.info which places the translations of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1807-1882), Henry Francis Cary (December 6, 1772 – August 14, 1844) and Charles Eliot Norton (November 16, 1827 – October 21, 1908) alongside each other for easy comparison. I have to admit I favour the Longfellow translation, and have made liberal use of his ideas for this piece. http://www.danteinferno.info/translat…

Finally, the superlative performance/lecture series ‘Tutto Dante’ from Roberto Benigni, in which he appeared night after sell-out night in the Piazza Santa Croce in Florence to deliver a commentary and reading (from memory) of the entire Inferno. It has been an indispensable resource, and is available on dvd http://www.amazon.co.uk/Tutto-Dante-0…

I would very much appreciate knowing if you feel this type of presentation is listenable, enjoyable and makes you curious to hear more.

-Hugo

The Conditioned

Raimundo Arruda Sobrinho was homeless in São Paulo, Brazil, for nearly 35 years, and became locally known for sitting in the same spot and writing every day. In April 2011, he was befriended by a young woman named Shalla Monteiro. Impressed by his poetry and wanting to help him with his dream of publishing a book, she created a Facebook Page to feature Raimundo’s writing. Neither could have expected what happened next.

See more about Raimundo and his poetry on his Facebook Page maintained by Shalla: facebook.com/ocondicionado

This short film uses footage from a documentary about Raimundo shot in São Paulo in 2011 and 2012, along with interviews and scenes filmed in Goîana, Brazil, in January 2014.

This is one of 10 stories celebrating Facebook’s 10th anniversary and a decade of connections made possible through the platform. See the rest at facebookstories.com/10

Credits
Presented by Facebook Stories
Production Studio – Already Alive
Director – Michael Marantz
Director of Photography – Tim Sessler
Producer – Jason Oppliger
Post Producer – Drew English
Original Music – Michael Marantz
Edit – Michael Marantz
Assistant Edit – Drew English
Local Brazil Producer – William Guimaraes
Local Brazil Production Company – Southside Productions

Footage of Raimundo at The Island by Tiago Venturi

Special Thanks to:
Shalla Monteiro
Raimundo and his family

MY STORY IS YOUR STORY – Alice Eather

My Story Is Your Story – Poem by Alice Eather

Djiya wiba yinyirra
Ngana Maningrida yo
Djiya wiba yinyirra

People ask me for my story
but my story is your story

My feet are in the dirt
and the dirt it speaks in dust
and the trees they speak in leaves
like the people speak in trust
and the water speaks in waves
and the dust is in the wind
so the Country covers my skin
and this skin covers this body

And this body has a message in this chest that carries messages from my ancestors on what to do against a threat

And these messages come to me in dreams
and I’ve collected so many now
they’re asking me to speak

People ask me for my story
but I thought my story was your story

When I see a map of Country
I see land, sea and family

When they see a map of Country
they see mining fantasies

When I see the sea-beds
I see sacred sites

When they see the sea-beds
they see dollar signs

When I see exploration permit 266
I see them trying to reduce my country into three digits

When I see Yirridja and Dhuwa Country
I see everything that is our Moiety

When they see Yirridja and Dhuwa Country
They see the future of the oil and gas industry

When I see the tides rise and fall
Kabalala karapa kakaja
I can read the storms

When they see the tides rise and fall
They just want to find out
what’s under it all

It’s funny how they want to dig deep
but act so shallow

So I say
Koma!
Ngika!
No!

Saltwater people say
Koma!
Ngika!
No!

Wùnal Clan say
Koma!
Ngika!
No!

People ask me for my story
but my story is your story

When you cry
Don’t you cry the ocean?
When you sweat
Don’t you sweat the ocean?
When you drink
Don’t you drink the rivers and the rain
And when you wash
Don’t you wash into that ocean
so the cycle can start again?

When we cry
We cry the ocean
When we sweat
We sweat the ocean
When we drink
We drink the rivers and the rain
and we wash into that ocean
so the cycle can start again.

Published on 24 Nov 2014

Support the Protect Arhem Land Campaign:
https://www.facebook.com/ProtectArnhe…
Written and Performed by Alice Eather
Filmed and Assisted by Luka Lesson
Additional Footage and Edit by Toby Finlayson
Audio Mixing by Joel Westlake
Filmed on Kabalko Island and in Maningrida, West Arnhem Land, N.T.

FATHER > Marshall Davis Jones

An original piece written and spoken by Marshall Davis Jones. Shot on the Red Epic and Scarlet with Canon Cinema Primes.

Read about it on the blog: stillmotionblog.com/2013/09/12/animation/

For licensing inquiries, please contact discovery@storyandheart.com

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