Once Upon A Time In Brooklyn . . . . Films is a childhood daydream, it is more than just an idea, more than just a feeling, it is an adventure into that tender age when everything was possible - everything was magical - everything was so big. It is a hide and go seek game back to innocence. It is that longing which never goes away, a beautiful adventure into a soul which never grows up, into what you once believed, back into your youth . . . .
Monday, November 8, 2010
. . . . The Forgotten Circus . . . .
With my last breath . . .
I bring my children back to life . . .
the ensemble cast of my only family . . .
to perform once again - and for one last time - in front of no one
their curse - is also - my curse . . .
as no audience be witness to their wonder . . .
no eyes will ever fall in love - with the beauty of their physical theatre
Somewhere . . . between worlds . . . is where you will find us . . .
painting the surreal - with the movements of our lost flesh . . .
flooding the imagination - creeping in like shadows of emotions - under skin - young & old . . .
I am the RingMaster - I am the father - I am the mother . . .
and my dear-beautiful-fragile-young-ones . . . are "the forgotten circus" . . . of my family . . .
my theatre of pleasure . . . my theatre of pain . . .
it is here . . . hidden . . . between the curtain of night . . . through them
it is at this point . . . that I learn my last - but most valuable lesson
to say goodbye . . . to myself . . .
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