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Pantheon wrote:I love it mostly for the visuals, but the conversation is nice also:

Grasshopper -

Numerator wrote:
not ashamed to say my eyes are no longer dry

2020k wrote:http://www.twoism.org/forum/viewtopic.php?t=1997 - I'm not lying when I say that I went through all ten pages of that post, clicked every link, looked at every photo and was in awe at over half of them.

dono wrote:

Pantheon wrote:I love it mostly for the visuals, but the conversation is nice also:

Grasshopper -

It's made just like A Scanner Darkley (I know this was just stated), and also like Waking Life. Two of my favorite movies. It's called rotoscope, it's pretty fantastic for sure.

Pantheon wrote:

dono wrote:

Pantheon wrote:I love it mostly for the visuals, but the conversation is nice also:

Grasshopper -

It's made just like A Scanner Darkley (I know this was just stated), and also like Waking Life. Two of my favorite movies. It's called rotoscope, it's pretty fantastic for sure.

YES! I have waking life, and I love it as well
I actualy found this when I was researching rotoscoping. I just got a awesome Wacom graphics tablet,
so im going to try and do some myself. I have plans to make a rotoscoped computer game.

TAMAR

We'll walk along the blessed old gray sea,

And up in the hills and watch the spring come home."

Youth is a troublesome but a magical thing,

There is little more to say for it when you've said

Young bones knit easily; he that fell in December

Walked in the February fields. His sister Tamar

Was with him, and his mind ran on her name,

But she was saying, "We laugh at poor Aunt Stella

With her spirit visitors: Lee, something told her truth.

Last August, you were hunting deer, you had been gone

Ten days or twelve, we heard her scream at night,

I went to the room, she told me

She'd seen you lying all bloody on the sea-beach

By a dead deer, its blood dabbling the black weeds of the ebb."

"I was up Tassajara way," he answered,

"Far from the sea." "We were glad when you rode home

Safe, with the two bucks on the packhorse. But listen,

She said she watched the stars flying over you

In her vision, Orion she said, and made me look

Out of her window southward, where I saw

The stars they call the Scorpion, the red bead

With the curling tail. Then it will be in winter,'

She whispered to me, 'Orion is winter.' " "Tamar, Tamar,

Winter is over, visions are over and vanished,

The fields are winking full of poppies,

In a week or two I'll fill your arms with shining irises."

The winter sun went under and all that night there came a roaring
from the south; Lee Cauldwell

Lay awake and heard the tough old house creak all her timbers;
he was miserably lonely and vacant,

He'd put away the boyish jets of wickedness, loves with dark
eyes in Monterey back-streets, liquor

And all its fellowship, what was left to live for but the farm-
work, rain would come and hinder?

He heard the cypress trees that seemed to scream in the wind,
and felt the ocean pounding granite.