you do realize, I presume, those are triffids in the photo.
HERE ARE YOUR FACTS; THE PLANET HEADS TOWARDS NINE BILLION, YOU CONSTITUTE MORE OR LESS 300 million.*
YOU USE MOST OF THE WORLDS RESOURCES, LIKE DINOSAURS ON A RUT.
THE PAGES OF THIS WEBSITE ABOUT YOUR DEMOCRACY; PROVE THAT IS A LIE, MERELY A SHALLOW BOAST.
YOU FEAR TERRORISM, WHEN AT 300 MILLION VERSUS 9 BILLION, WHO IS THE TERRORIST?
YOU WORSHIP CRIMINALITY, ANYONE WHO FIGHTS THEM IS A SNITCH.
IN ALL MY YEARS IN POVETY AMOUNG YOU, NO CHARITY HAS EVER BROUGHT FOOD TO MY DOOR, including when I resided outside, Homeless.
HOWEVER, I HAVE BEEN APPROACHED BY THOSE WITH THEIR NARROW VIEW OF GOD.
WHICH ALWAYS INCLUDED A NON TAXED REAL ESTATE FUND.
WHICH ABOUT SUMS UP YOUR ELECTED OFFICIALS SCAM AS WELL, who only converse with the wealthy.
YOU PREACH FREEDOM; BUT REALLY OFFER ENSLAVEMENT, AND REWARDS FOR A FEW.
YOUR FREE PRESS IS A STRUCTURED LIE, EMBRACED BY LIARS, TO CONTINUE THE LIE.
YOUR JUSTICE SYSTEM IS THE SAME AS ABOVE CODDLING CRIMINAL, INVESTING IN THEIR CRIMES.
IN ESSENCE, AT THOSE ODDS OF POPULATIONS, YOU ARE COMMITTING SUICIDE.
Since the son of a famous local artist (Demarious Carter-Zios, 218 H Street, Needles, Ca.,) whose son is a celebrated classical musician and composer, who might, I said might consider writing a musical work called, "Simply, Democracy," it is necessary for me to lay out the haunting of this film in my mind for years (which didnt happen, her husband, ex Hungarian freedom fighter(he said), a Mr. Zios ran off with her assets and a collection of 57 unique lapel pins by me. I contacted Interpol by letter, but they didnt respond.)
Simply Democracy is the only thing, I ever conceived, that makes me weep, when I writework on it.
If not actually, then inside, as if drops of moisture from the needles of an ancient tree.
I begin this page, thus, writing daily until I complete what I know of it....Using the "Wizard of Oz," technique, film begins in black and white
(it will be up to director, to occasionally have other parts of film to go into this mode, then into color again. The making of the film coulbe by multi directors, speeding up the process. I HAVE NO DOUBT WHATSOEVER, IT WOULD LEAVE STAR WARS SALES RECORDS IN THE DUST ALONG WITH JURASSIC PARK)
Beginning:A group of Indians are working in a field stacking hay onto wagon, behind them in near distance are mountains and forests, a sense of seclusion exists. They work and sweat and talk in a language subtitled. Suddenly, as if quietly felt, a spirit wind brushes across them, they pause talking, and two of them move away (5/17/05:
there it is again as I write, that odd heavy but light wistfulness), one after another, across the field which goes into color slowly, showing the magnificence of the area.
These are our two guides into portrayal of all of our mortal qualities, providing us with sensitive comic relief. Their destiny is to always be lost. One will be a Navajo and the other a Hopi.
Scene shifts abruptly to our hero/anti hero, an Indian man with a black New Mexican type western hat, that has a silver belt on its top.
He is in a jail, pacing slowly, somewhere on a reservation. His jailers are also Indians, and can be heard talking or talk to him.
Sometime later, he leans his hand out touching the stone wall, and finds himself out of the cell, in the desert, in the moonlight, he runs away. Later, he enters a pawn shop, to try to sell a turquoise ring he has stolen. The male owner is very abusive to his wife clerk
and so also is to our hero, as well.
He leaves and goes into the outskirts of the tiny desert town, walking into an area of desert trees and bushes, crawling into one to sleep. During this time, the sky
clouds, into grayness, as the wife of the pawn owner,
follows meekly behind him.
Because it is too dark to see him, as a light mist falls, she begins a soliquey, talking about that even if her husband is abusive to her, that she still cares for him. She apologizes as if to the air, for her husband's treatment of him. Then she walks away, (Joanne Woodward, has always been pictured by me in this part)
in a heavier mist of rain.
Somewhere in the Northern part of the nation, a young man, is at a party by a lake, he is of partial Indian descent.
Drunk, dancing with the other teenagers, none Indians, he
suddenly
slips away, goes to the shore, takes a boat, and slides quietly into the lake darkness, and in the morning, wakes to find himself drifting in the middle of the most magnificent lake possible with forests of trees that shine like gold, their reflections in the water, and shining with a oneness. He rows quietly towards a river outlet, and encounters soon, rapids and in a fierce struggle becomes a part of the beauty of the rushing water while at the same time tries to survive, the next scene, has him unconcious, laying half in half out of the water in a heavily tree shaded cove.
Somewhere else in the nation, is shown an old old man, Indian, walking away from his simple home, walking...a rancher is cursing, screaming in fury for his lost Indian helper, his wife, smirking at his childish behavior, finally, in context,
we learn that the old man is his helper, gone.
The old man comes into the cove area and starts a campfire, noticing the young man,
he moves him, with difficulty to the fire and warmth. Like a child, the rancher and his wife, a day later get into their big new pickup truck to pursue their lost human property...but stop quickly to get out of the truck and go down a path that has beckoned to them. (Perhaps, a mystic shining)
The wife follows dutifully as her husband, blusters about how could the old man dare leave him, when HE needs him. Later a cloud cover comes up, and exhausted he tries to cross a brook, falling in, so she plunges in. and together moments later, they sit on the bank (really wet), as he admits his affection for the old one,
and finally, his for her too, long time waiting...Ahem, meanwhile our hero?,
gets onto a train that passes that has on its rear, a passenger car with a balcony. On, in the dark, he finds an Indian woman, also in shadow, with two small children at her feet in her skirts. The train passes a Marine base(Barstow, California) and at a railway crossing soldiers marching, stopped, change into Germans of the WWII period. No one in the passenger car sees this change, except a little boy, face pressed against the window. The train as it proceeds, passes cars from the 1920"s...through towns that reflect such transitions. The foursome at some point move into the train car, sitting quietly in the back, with the inside reflecting a different era than that outside, no one notices. Except them and the little boy, still looking out the window...our two comicos, get on a boxcar line up, traveling up the coast of California by rail.What they do will have to be worked out in the war room on film29 page.
There used to be a boxcar with the Statue of Liberty on it,
it will beckon the two Indians
into futility. In one instance, under a very high bridge, a man and his girl argue above, and a satchel of money is thrown over the side, raining down on the two....By the way, I would hope that has been, Harrison Ford would not be involved in this picture, I hear all he does now is play with his expensive toys on his Jackson Hole ranch, his favorite?, a Bo Peep costume and a flock of robotic sheep...(Or did I get him mixed up with Nathan Hale, oh well..
12,27,03: A seed was planted for this project decades ago. I was in my then anxiety waundering around California aimlessly,. One night I awoke in a meadow of grass, and saw rising out of the near horizon, a statue on a pillar resembling the Statue of Liberty. In fact, I now know it is a California version on Mission Blvd., in San Marcos... and is sitting stored in a barn, until a new pedestal for it can be built at the Liberty Construction firm on Mission Blvd, near outside of Escondido, Ca. IT HAS BEEN RESTORED AND SITS ON ITS PEDESTAL...
....The last scene written years ago in my mind, would be the camera coming through a thick fog, revealing one of the comic film actors sitting on a bench at its base, holding a small bottle of wine. He looks forlorn, I approach from the right back to sit besides him. He turns and says," I think I am lost, my friend."
And I reply, in Spanish. "We are all lost my friend."
Then the camera backs into the fog, with by computer effect, zooming up into the heavens, pass the earth and the moon, pass the universe into the galaxy, from whence we might have come.
Jerry E. Barta
Poet-Gardener.
PO. 2312
Gila Bend, Az85337
Oh yeah, I almost forgot...one of the grander scenes is the train coming into the original Grand Union Railroad station in New York. Within the entire structure of crowds are computerized film actors as well as historical figures of the past (might have some interesting visual puns...Fatty Arbucle at a Cola machine, Abraham Lincoln sitting at a seat on a balcony, James Cagney, a vender selling grapefruit...etc.
I will leave it to those cleverer than me to decide such.)
I would be happy if the profits all went towards the California deficit, but I do think 1 percent should be alotted me of all, including the merchandising, I can assure this WILL BE THE GREATEST MONEY GROSSING FILM EVER, AND THATS NOT INCLUDING THE VIDEO SALES AND ETC
j.b.
