Tuesday, September 20, 2022

Walkabout Thoughts #2 - My Continuing Walk for Life (i.e., long CoViD)

My thoughts, while walking off long Covid and listening to podcasts...a blog designed and meant to be freely associating, on the run, and not perfectly edited:

Today's Instagram post.


Put somewhere in my new book, "Suffering, Long CoViD", about my orientation on major efforts in my life. Like this walking to get exercise to help with my long CoViD, and other things. Like how I got through college. I made it my one and only goal in life, over all other things, to achieve that regardless. Otherwise I could get repeatedly off track. Everything else took backseat to it. My attitude was either achieve that, or die. Literally. Once I started taking that attitude toward major efforts in my life, successes became normalized. 

At the top of yesterdays blog add a disclaimer about how I’m really not partisan, or never had been, until the Republican Party forced it as necessary, more and more, until they elected Donald Trump and made it impossible to be any other way.

As a interviewer one's job is to let the interviewee speak, but when necessary, to focus them and occasionally redirect them to the most poignant and relevant elements of their career, or life, or issues reasonably associated with those, and them.

Today I listened to podcast Rising Star - Music That Matters, episode: biGDream - Everybody’s High, with the amazing Godfrey Diamond (Sep 17, 2022 43 min 29 sec)

Look up album, Metal Machine Music, album by Lou Reed

Yesterday, I didn’t go for a walkabout and worked on my long CoViD experience book, cleaning it up, editing it yesterday, working on its daily log section, which takes up the last, I don’t know 2/3 of the book, full of raw data about those experiences. What I tried, what worked and what didn’t. Struggles I had with my doctor about what I knew worked and what he said... wasn’t yet in the literature. Picture that. You’re seeing what’s working, you’re feeling what’s actually working for you, and the VA is telling you there’s no foundation for that. Ah well Then you’re going, Hey, living this is my experience. And I think I’m more qualified than most to make these observations and judgments, considering by background. But I was also using the doctor's guidance. I tried things he suggested. Even when I knew it would fail until finally I had enough data to show them to prove my case. But when you have long CoViD, it’s asking way too much as you're fighting for energy and motivation to do anything, to feel normal enough just to function. And yet, you do it, you push yourself, or you get nowhere and in fact you go backward.

This podcast interview I'm listening to, is by my friend whom I've partnered with on projects for years, Kelly Hughes. They’re talking about how his guest Godfrey Diamond, produced the smash disco hit, "More, More, More", in the 70s and what a huge hit that was. Godfrey is saying how everybody passed on it! That’s just mind blowing considering how big we all know now that it became. Except for one guy, running Buddha Records, who passed on purpose as a technique, and then called back after everybody had turned them down and, got it for a better deal. And then it exploded. As Kelly says in the interview, that song hits you on the first note! So how did they not all want to grab it right up? And then Godfrey just says, “From your mouth to God's ears.” Kelly should get him back to talk for another whole interview just on his Frank Sinatra album, and I would suggest also, whatever his best rock album was for yet another interview.

My second podcast for the day: John Heilemann's Hell and High Water with Susan Glasser and husband Peter Baker, regarding their new book, "The Divider".

I think one of the best quotes describing Donald Trump is from Casablanca, “I’m shocked, shocked that there’s gambling going on in this place!“ That from a government official in the film and a much more likable character than Donald Trump. IF you understand his sociopathy and criminality. I won’t say people that who meet him, who find him nice, are stupid. They just don’t have the antenna I do and have all through my life. I could meet people who everyone thought was wonderful and knew, often in first glance, that they were not a good person to deal with. That had been proven and seen by others around me, time and time again, throughout my life. To the point which wife 2.5 finally said one day, "I’m never doing business again [this was in catering], unless you meet them first and give me your opinion."

Calling Washington DC “incestuous“ truly fits Donald Trump. One wonders just how many of his supporters truly find that to be attractive?

“Trump is a bully, a blusterer, and is making threats.” Susan Glasser

Regarding Donald Trump's indictment, we need a panel set up, because he is a special case… a panel with various criminologists, most likely from the DOJ, from the FBI, probably an associate member from the CIA, and maybe NSA. A sociologist, a psychologist or psychiatrist, or two, with his niece as an associate member, and a historian. Because that’s what we’ve got to look at to appropriately deal with in this clown who is trying to destroy this country, all for personal and professional gain… And definitely, for pleasure.

Frankly, the Trump supporters who think they are going to take up arms against America, really do not deserve this country. That could not be more clear to the majority of America and the vast majority of the entire planet. Even… those supporting him as in North Korea, China and whatever other petty despotic states are in that group.

Civil War in Americas not at hand. That is, it’s not about to happen. Just because those like Donald Trump are fomenting a Civil War, does not mean it isn't already here, though in a very much more modern form than we’ve ever seen before.

Yes we need to be careful about indicting Donald Trump. Because you have to prove in court in this country, to show reasonable doubt of someone being innocent of a crime, showing evidence they should be in court and could reasonably be judged guilty. Yes, Trump has proven time in again and I knew before he was even elected he was a criminal, he has shown us repeatedly he is a criminal, he has broken laws, and that requires indictments, trials, imprisonment, and in my view, eventual (as soon as possible) execution. All that in order to be sure this never happens again. I would also suggest upon judgment of guilty, at least one other person close to Trump, should at least go to death row for life, if not finally seeing execution of the full judgment of capital punishment. We have to act, or this will all happen again, and again, and again, until there literally is no more United States of America.

OK I’m not a supporter of Bill Barr. I don’t like the man. He does appear to be a mercenary. I’ve always seen myself as mercenary in that, when you hire me, I do what I was hired for. I'm then your guy. I'll fight for you. I work to make my boss look good. I support the entity, or company (or I won't take the job if I can't do that). However if I can’t do my job anymore, I’ll quit, if not also return the compensation, depending on the situation. Barr may have thought like many others that if he got fired, someone worse would come in, and he’s probably right. And that was the correct thought for the person before him as it ended up with Barr. But if I had been Bill Barr (though granted in consideration of being not Barr, but myself, still...), I would not have done half the things he did. Why? Because governments are a unique animal. When you take that position, as we all (should) know, you’re not swearing loyalty just to the president or your boss, which is actually the United States Constitution, as well as the Law and the spirit of the Law, all of which Barr failed to do. Until now, when he feels "enlightened" suddenly to speak out against Trump. White washing his past ill endeavors against America.

Yes, for those who thought Donald Trump was one thing as POTUS45 and then when he lost the election he somehow suddenly snapped or something...uh, No. This has been a natural progression on an easy slope downward from Trump scumbag to exponential scum bag on international levels.

Just happen to make this connection… This year is the first time in my life that I didn’t know a world, good or bad, without Queen Elizabeth. I also just found out that the USAF Strategic Air Command (SAC), which I was in back in the late 70s, stopped existing as of 1992. That was a military command I had known of all my life until now, because I just found out. It’s not a big deal. It’s just a realization. But I grew up watching films like Strategic Air Command with Jimmy Stewart, which came out the year I was born, in 1955. When I was a little kid, it was just one of those things that was always there. And I'd assumed, always would be. I saw B-52 bombers dropping bombs in Vietnam on the evening news. I literally worked on and in them in the USAF with a secret clearance for nuclear weapons to do that. But... thankfully, things change and things evolve. My preference? We could stop needing a military. At least for world problems. We should always have some form of a military with weapons, if for no other reason, to protect us, if not from extraterrestrials...which one could argue, we wouldn’t have a chance against, but it’s better to try and fail then to not try and find out later, you could’ve won… or just for dealing with inanimate objects on a trajectory to damage or destroy us. Which is why we now have Space Force, I would assume, and hope.

Monday, September 19, 2022

Walkabout Thoughts #1 - Walk For Life

My thoughts, while walking off long Covid and listening to podcasts...a blog designed and meant to be freely associating, on the run, and not perfectly edited:

Today's Instagram post (this post was shot just below this previous post).

 I've been fighting Long CoViD for over six months now. I'm finally doing better. I'm writing a book about it, so far titled, "Suffering Long CoViD" (LC). I'm doing better, but it's been a nightmare. Getting over it this much in this amount of time is very pleasing. First time was eight months going on eighteen months from February 2020 into the next year.

Part of my treatment has been exercise. Which I couldn't do for a long time. After a few months I started walking. Ten minutes the first day. Today I did four miles. I've gotten up to five miles (in walking every other day for a day of healing from the walk), but the poor air quality from forest fires in Washington state this past week shut down being outside (with this condition). We had I'd heard, twelve forest fires going on. 

To make the walks more endurable, I started listening to music. Then I got to where I would listen to a whole album. Then a couple. Finally switched to podcasts and found that much more useful. The walks, and the podcasts even more so, invigorated my creativity and I started taking notes on my walks.

I would use those notes when I got home (after taking it easy, hydrating), to work on my book on LC. Or posting to Twitter, mostly political commentaries but also just some thoughts on life at times. 

It has gotten now, with these longer walks to generate longer thoughts and more of them. It got to be burdomsome to post them to Twitter. Today it occurred to me to maybe just post them into a blog and be done with it. I liked that idea. It frees my time up. I want to get this book finished and out there. I haven't written in it all week as I wasn't feeling well and my head hurt all week long.

So, here it is, just posting all my thoughts in a blog. Apologies. Or, enjoy! Your choice.

Walkabout Thoughts:

I was listening to this past week's Pod Save America ep. 671 "The GOP's One Man Ban".

First, a disclaimer about how I’m really not partisan, or never had been until the Republican Party forced it as necessary, more and more over the years, until they elected Donald Trump, making it impossible to be any other way.

We need Republicans to quit trying to be "good" Christians and start being good Americans again. Stop following theology and get back to your science and medicine. Which at least has something other than emotions to do with women’s rights and having their choice of what actually needs to be done, over what some "morally" believe should be done.

Republicans are trying to eliminate democracy to decrease our people's control. Which would decrease the control of our people over our government. How can one not draw the natural conclusion that what they’re shooting for is a new version of the Soviet Union, this time through capitalism not socialism? The stupidity in the direction they are taking this is mind boggling. It makes one wonder how an enemy nation isn’t pulling their strings on them. Which I don’t believe they are. So why are they acting as if that IS the case? Just as Trump did, making us all think he was a Russian agent. Which he still is acting as if he is.

Liberal's politics have a base of science & ideology, ideology that’s based on people, community and the future. Conservatives, especially MAGA follow their ideology as it leads them (as Donald Trump's Chief Ideologist Steve Bannon designed for him, as Trump had none before him, as filthy and disgusting at it is), but doesn’t give a shit about people, or anything except following dogma. This is a form that has started wars, genocides, has weaponized faith and now Republicans who lean deeply into it offering their assuming power and control, and money thru lies, leading they think, into a civil war. Which is already engaged. It's just evolved beyond the form of our first civil war.

Republicans have attacked conservatives who well may be smart, who try to be, to recognize threats, but are not wise. Wisdom recognizes threats but also sees the other side of that in any instance or situation, in evaluating a threat, and then tuck it away if that’s the best choice. Which so often it is. This excessive carefulness in thought, has created MAGA who attack unnecessarily and actually attacks the very things those people believe they are fighting for. It is again that pilot who is upside down and pulls "upward", directly into the ground in being utterly disoriented, but trying to do the right thing.

By the way, voting for anyone who appears "better than Trump", is not realistic. It’s defeatist. It’s accepting the lowest bar he did everything in his power to lower, minute by minute.

I’ve been saying this all through the Trump administration years, that the only thing more dangerous than an idiot like Trump as POTUS is someone who’s not an idiot but tries to imitate Trump. Which makes them far more dangerous. Yes, I’m talking about DeSantis, or people like him. Just another faux conservative bully. So for those voting for DeSantis who are breathing a sigh of relief, stop it! Hold your breath until he is off the political field.

The problem with researchers who studied biking vs walking, who say that mile for mile bicycling is equal to walking, seem to be ignoring the fact, or the caveat is not getting out, that when you’re coasting, you’re not walking. If half of your bike ride is coasting, that’s not walking.

To my friend and fellow director (and podcaster) Kelly Hughes: I would like to propose something to you. I use my postings in social media, which admittedly are generally political or entertainment based, to hone my skills in debate and being concise. Which leads me to research, honing those skills. I’ve been using Instagram in recent months to do just that, with my camera work. I would propose start using Instagram, try to see things in your environment that are worth sharing, then shoot it in a way, within 30 seconds or less, that sharpens your camera work and filmmaking skills, exhibiting that to the public. That seems to be why I have been getting up to 30,000 views on some of my videos. Also, for you, your best skill may be your voice, interviewing and commentary, especially off the cuff. So you could shoot videos where you have only a few seconds to say something clever, to sound clever and interesting. Decades ago I heard a famous author say that one of the best ways to prepare to write a novel is to write the shortest stories you can, down to a paragraph. Which I did practice doing. Some will argue that’s not how you learn to write a novel or book. Which is true, because that’s far more complicated. But every novel or book is a sentence or paragraph first. Some of the best fiction I've read are essentially short paragraphs which are little essays that lead to a larger cohesive whole.

This is not a country founded on Christianity, but initially a country of mostly Christians who founded a country for freedom, All in part because of abuse of religious beliefs in the countries those people's ancestors fled from. It makes no sense therefore, that a minority who are theists, attempt to apply their specific theology in their freedom of thought, and work to subvert our government, to apply all that against other people's freedoms of action.

The theory of the "attacking dying wild animal" fits so much today of what’s been going on. We’ve called the Republican party a "zombie" party for years. Conservatism, toxic as it is, is broken and dying. It's been trying to kill itself. Religion too has been broken, mostly by reality over hundreds if not thousands of years, is also dying. I see this in many places. I’ve been fighting long CoViD now for going on seven months, not for the first time in over two years. When I got my updated booster last Monday, I went through hell week, until I woke up Saturday morning and felt it was almost gone. Again as if the virus was an attacking dying wild animal. So don't assume what you're seeing around us is a growing movement, but a dying while animal, made "wild" by consent and with purpose of its leaders.

Maybe I should start blogging these walkabout thoughts, instead of tweeting them. Because it’s getting burdensome to Tweet them all. Then I could start a new series of blogs of my "Walkabout Thoughts", or something. "Walking Thoughts"?

And...here we are.

Cheers! SláinteNa zdravie!

Sunday, March 6, 2022

Part I, AntiWar Film - History of "Pvt. Ravel's Bolero" (2022) Filmic Poem & Historical Documentary

Part I - This is also being written into a film companion book.

Pvt. Ravel's Bolero is an Official Selection of the
West Sound Film Festival and was shown on screen
here in my town on Saturday, August 6, 2022 in the
film block  at 11:30 AM 12:30 PM for documentaries


Okay then...

Update Note 12/3/23 (see another at end below): As of 10/26/23 added up Official Selections & winning laurels (not including runner up laurels and including best director AND producer) / Official Selections, 78 / Award Wins, 86 , Total: 164.

My newest film is a filmic poem and antiwar historical documentary titled, "Pvt. Ravel's Bolero". It's still going around film festivals worldwide but has already won some awards. You can read my interview with the Tokyo International Short Film Festival, here.

This is my attempt to tell how it came to be, and what and why it is, as it is. I will start with the history of it coming into being and then will do a Part 2 detailing the viewing experience and meanings of this as a historical document and "filmic poem" 

I'll just say this about that hybrid format. A documentary would require me to make it "pretty" and as 100% accurate as possible. As a filmic poem it gives me license to use art to enhance the experience. 


Early in February of 2020 I came down with a bad case of COVID-19. It took me out for about eight months with "Long COVID", going into early 2021. Around that time, my son, who manages a health food store and has loved video games since childhood talked me into playing one of his favorite games, Fallout 4.

Top, Reality: Ukraine
Bottom , Game: Fallout 4

A FEW WORDS about the travesty of Russia's war crimes in the illegal invasion of Ukraine... and the video game, Fallout 4. In watching international news these past two weeks since the start of this illegal invasion of Ukraine, upon an innocent country for no reason other than one man's ego, a couple of things became painfully clear...

The Russian people need to understand...there ARE of course, neo-Nazis in every country on earth. But there are far MORE of those people IN Russia than Ukraine! There is NO reason for this illegal invasion. Putin is, and has made Russia now, all into war criminals. Now aside from that...

The game Fallout 4, is set 200 years after an apocalypse, where everything is destroyed. It's a disturbing, but fun game to play. However in viewing images and videos of Ukraine after Putin turned his Russian forces upon their previously friendly neighbor, blinding killing anyone before them whenever they start killing and blindly bombing, murdering Ukrainian military as well as civilians, Ukrainian speakers AND Russians living in Ukraine AND Russian speakers...as former Ambassador to Ukraine McFaul recently pointed out, even Hitler, when he invaded Ukraine, did not kill Germans or German speakers...the comparison between a game and an actual country TODAY, is horrifyingly similar when viewing real news of this utterly stupid devastation of Ukraine. Then the ambassador was wrongly accused of building up Hitler. Unbelievable how some people hear what they wish to. 

Also want to mention Selo & Ludy playing music in a Ukrainian bomb shelter, trying to make the best of it. Big heart, all over that embattled country.

Apologies for that not so brief aside...

But in considering this film, how it grew ever more into an antiwar film, then an actual war began after I started sending this film to film festivals around the world...it's been a poignant and disconcerting experience for me.

I submitted to many festivals around the world. One was the Symbiotic Film Festival in Kyiv, Ukraine. One day, February 14th, 2022, I received notification they made my other film an Official Selection. A horror short titled, "Gumdrop", a short horror.

First step toward possibly winning an award (I've now won several awards for both films, including for this film in Hong Kong at the RunDoc Film Talent Award where they honor my film with, Best Documentary Short Film, Best Experimental Film Short, and my favorite, Best Human Rights & Social Film.

I emailed the Ukrainian festival and thanked them. They replied. Then I saw on the news that day that Russia had invaded Ukraine. It was a bittersweet moment. I emailed them back and sent my condolences and best wishes. They replied, "Thank you for your kind words...". That echoes still, in my mind.

The next day, I received notification from a film festival in Moscow, Russia. They chose my "Ravel" film as, Best War Film. I couldn't shake the feeling it was a commentary to their government in selecting an antiwar film. I emailed and thanked them and wished them the best in these difficult times, fully comprehending the difference between the Russian government and her citizens. I then forwarded their notification to the Ukrainian film festival and pointed out my feelings of a Russian Film Festival offering support to Ukraine in the only way they could. 

It is now a month later and I have still not heard anything back from Symbiotic Film Festival and it's been...chilling, to say the least. I wish them well, and so very much so.

Back to the history of this film...

I got my son playing, in his early 30s now, his very first computer game as an infant, lying wrapped up on my lap. His hand banging against the keyboard, clueless he was playing, but it was his first time, and perhaps foreshadowing how good a player he would eventually become...HE BEAT ME!

Of course, I was playing against him while trying not to drop him. I had a handicap!

After I started playing Fallout 4, for about a year, all I had been doing was watch TV, sitting in my living room chair and wishing I had any motivation or energy at all. Or felt well enough to DO SOMETHING. Anything. It was pretty horrible. I like to stay active, productive. 

Around the end of winter 2021, I was feeling better but still not very motivated. I tired easily. So, I started playing Fallout, which required leaving my chair and sitting at my desk in the same room, to play on my more powerful machine where i did my video editing.

Day 1. I got in an hour before feeling exhausted and returning to my chair. 

Day 2. An hour. But the day after, TWO hours. Several months later I had over 700 hours on the game. A lot for such a short time, or so my son told me. Finally one day I realized I wanted to do something else  than watch TV, stream movies and shows and playing Fallout. Before this I had tried sitting at the desk and working but it made my skin crawl, I'd last a few minutes. That's how the beginning of playing Fallout had gone. But the game pulled me in as you can roam across a countryside as a character in the game. It felt like walking around a strange and curious world. Until finally, I was ready to progress to something, more.

But what? Several years ago I had written a poem. I'm not much into poetry and I can't really remember what made me think I should do it. But I decided to and came up with an idea. But, what to write a poem about?

I thought about it for days. Then one day I decided for some reason, to base it on music. I liked the music of Ravel's Bolero. Which goes back to my childhood and an article in Playboy I read about bachelors using it to woo dates.

It had became a common joke in the 1960s/70s. It was used in movies and TV shows going back to the 1950s. Because it starts slow and quiet and builds into a loud fast paced crescendo, it was alleged to mimic the buildup to "la petite morte", French for "the tiny death". Yes, orgasm. 

So, put it on, start "making out" with your date on the couch and the action will increase with the build up of the music. Whether that now seems questionable or despicable isn't either here or there. It's history. And it's not a drug, it's atmosphere. Though it does call up a less enlightened time. 

Either way, Bolero has long been popular for a variety of reasons and has been used in comedy skits. Anything that becomes that well known eventually becomes spoofed. Even until today as exemplified in this performance, "Wiener Cello Ensemble 5+1: Bolero".

Now push back through that to 1945 and WWII. Now further back to 1916 and WWI. (or today with Ukraine). War is not enlightened. It's War. But it calls up the poetic orientation of this film. Poetry isn't always beautiful, but surely can offer hope.

I've long been exhibited in film, "Bolero", in foreign films since childhood (thank you 1960s PBS). The auteur filmmakers (Truffaut, etc.)  and the language of film. As well as of poetry. I had to take a class in poetry at university for my creative writing minor. I dreaded Poetry 101. But came to truly respect and love it. 

I had also taken a month long series of seminar classes from famed director Stanley Kramer, in back in the 1980s. The romance of film has been with me since childhood and my mother's love of film. But, that's another story for another time. 

So fine, I thought. I'll write a poem. About...Ravel's, Bolero. Bolero is something I've known about since childhood. 

Better? About Ravel AND his Bolero. So I started researching both. It was an enlightening study. I had no idea what I was getting into. 

Eventually, I knew enough to begin writing the poem, and finished it. This was January of 2014. I sent it to a poet I knew online. He was kind enough to read it and replied that it was good, and was indeed a poem. I should keep working on it. Which meant, it wasn't finished. Nuts. So I kept working on it. I submitted it to my first poetry magazine that same month. Nada. I kept working on it

His initial comments to me:

"I have since read you poem, which I found to be a satisfying, tightly drawn and an evocative narrative piece - also pleasing fluid as it draws to its carefully crafted climax. To be honest, I am rather surprised it hasn't yet found it's way to publication, especially in this commemoration year - but would encourage you to persist... After all, there will be other very timely and appropriate opportunities in 2018 & 2019. So, if I was you, and didn't crack it now - then I would polish my shiny poem and keep it in my locker till then... Anyway, hope this response is of some use/interest to you, JZ and do keep in touch with your progress, as our two creative journeys continue to unfold. Regards." - Scott Hastie, Writer and Poet, London  

That, gave me hope. 

"Gumdrop", a short horror, was my first short (48 minute) narrative film, back in 2019. I had done a shorter film of eight minutes, the year before and it got a festival selection or two. This one actually won a few awards from film festivals like "Best Short Horror", "Best Noir Film" and received various "Official Selections" for festivals around the world. It's not done yet in the festival circuit until this coming, July 2022. But it gave me hope for future projects.

Then COVID hit. Time passed healing from that and a very complacent, sedentary 2020-2021.

All which brings us up to early 2021, after months of playing Fallout, and looking for a new project, and now that I knew I COULD sit at my desk all day and into the night (which I finally did a few times in playing Fallout). 

Once I decided to do a new film, realizing I did NOT have the energy to be on a set like with "Gumdrop", to direct actors and run literally everything on my film set (yes, sometimes actors would help), I decided I could/would do something simple. 

Easy (HA! Did that fail! Easy...). Something, I could do alone, at my desk anyway, on my own time, no matter how long it took me.

But what to do a film on? THAT took me a few days to come up with. 

Some more background on my "Bolero" poem...

After I got the poem in working condition a few years ago, I visualized it as a animation. Simple black and white, minimalist cartoon, detailing the action in the poem stanza by stanza. I contacted animators. No one was interested 

Finally, one who is a friend told me I could pursue it, but probably no animator would touch it under $250,000! 

Well, that wasn't going to happen. So, I shelved it, disappointed. 

Eventually, for my new project, in trying to dream up what to do, I decided... maybe, I could do a... documentary? Only using public domain media. But, what? I thought about the poem, but realized it was a lost cause. 

Over the next couple of weeks however, I couldn't shake the thought. It grew in me and I couldn't drop it. How could I do it, though? I'm not an animator. I could use old public domain photos, music, videos and prints/posters. But I could never do the animation. How would I find all I would need as detailed in the poem?

I couldn't. It's not possible. I tried. My uplifting idea? To take all the time in the world to produce a documentary, slowly, on my one time frame? Would it fall apart? After another week of ruminating over it, something started to come together in my mind.

Let's call it, apathy. Yes, I have a story about that, too. Back in the early 90s I had a job I found frustrating to do. My first office job. After five years working nights as a mainframe "God" (IT joke), working alone, fully responsible, no one bothering me, then taking a daytime busy office job as a worker bee? It was disparaging. I put up a sign in my cubicle: "Sometimes APATHY can be a good thing!"

My boss thought I was nuts, until one day she told me regarding my sign, "Now I get it!" After a really bad day, she realized the meaning of the sign. Basically, just...let it go. DON'T care. And you will get through it. 

My own form of, "Keep calm and carry on!"

Anyway, I hit a point about the poem realizing it was useless. I couldn't animate it. But...if I didn't care, I could do... SOMETHING! What? Yes. Just...do it. Do, SOMETHING with it.

No.

Yes.

Yes? 

Yeah, sure. Why not? Don't care so much. Just do...something.

Ohhh... okay. So then, what? How?

Start. Just, start. I opened a new video project in the video editor. Saved it in a new folder, new file name new title: "PvtRavelsBolero". I dropped the poem into the project file. Done. Begun.

Now what? Hmmm... good question. 

For the previous few years I had been researching Ravel and his Bolero. I'd been saving interesting files of notes, photos, videos, music audio files. All public domain. It's how you do things. Take time when you have it, save all you can for later. If you need it. 

I have many files on my hard drive I may never use, or use for something other than what was originally intended. I have a folder with just story ideas. One for bulk research on many things. Files of story titles alone. All I've used in various fashions for various things over the years. 

I reviewed them all. I found them lacking. I began my research again in earnest. I spent a LOT of time on the Library of Congress web site. I'm used to that site from having copyrighted all my fiction and screenplays over the years. And my "Gumdrop" film. 

After a couple of months, I had a lot more new information and media.

I started to add all the media as seemed reasonable to the project. Haphazardly, guessing. Over time, weeks, I moved things around in the project. Added, deleted, replaced. I started to get a feel for it, for what I was doing, where this was all going. It began to take shape from an amorphous blob.

But how can I make it all better fit the poem? Well? Maybe? Don't. How do I make it interesting? Ah well, that...

Make it interesting. How? Well, who IS Ravel? Where was he in WWI? 

Verdun, France. When? WHY? What did he do? I continued adding media, moving it around. I added the entire original, first public recording of Ravel's Bolero. It wasn't enough. I added some other Ravel (only his) music. A piano version of Bolero, Ravel himself played.

One day I posted on my Facebook page, telling friends and family what was going on. I was looking for a fresh view. They'd been following along these past months on Facebook. 

One of my friends, I first met working in IT, working closely together for years, reminded me he was a trained classical pianist. He had some interesting insight into Ravel. As did an author friend of mine. I incorporated their comments (they're both mentioned at the end of the film (David Van De Sompele, and Kurt Giambastiani).

I added a new piece of music Dave had mentioned. He said Ravel was one of the most complicated composers to play. Adding several pieces of music helped with separating out the visual media.

Special Audio FX

Decades ago I purchased a four CD set of audio effects. I didn't even have a need. I just saw it, it was cheap, I thought it may one day, possibly, be useful. I had it all through raising my children into adults, it just sat in my CD music collection. It has 400 audio clips of an odd variety of sounds. I never thought I'd run out with that collection. Way more topics than I'd ever need. When I made my first narrative film, "The Rapping" a few years ago, I pulled it out and used a few audio clips. 

When I produced my film, "Gumdrop", a short horror, I used it a lot more of those audio pieces. I found ways to take an audio clip, use part of it, alter it, and apply it. In producing "Pvt. Ravel's Bolero" I found I had fewer clips than I needed. And that's when things got interesting in doing the audio FX/"Foley" work. I couldn't find a few sounds so I made them myself.

In creating sounds that sound like one thing, when they may have had nothing to do with what that sound actually comes from.

In "Pvt. Ravel's Bolero", you will had a few machine gun sounds, a few gun sounds of various sizes, all from the same clip. I would alter speed, tone, reverb, etc. I would put more than one clip together. 

I would add other pieces of other clips. The sounds of rubble falling from an explosion in a field is actually altered sounds of water in a bathroom shower, lowered, expanded, and morphed using various audio tools in my Sony Vegas Pro Edit software. It was at first a frustrating experience, but as I got used to doing it, became somewhat freeing. I would sometimes take my Roland digital recorder and create a sound and add that in. Whatever it took to try to produce a scene that felt real. Video or even stills that felt real and accurate, as if part of the original recording.

The same is true of some of the video and stills in altering their original state into something more poetic, or impactful. 

Moving on...

The project was starting to take form. It was exhausting, mentally. But I was really getting involved in it now. Which was the point to begin with. To get back up to speed again after COVID toward doing a more valuable project. I had no idea how this film would end up being exactly what I was shooting toward, for AFTER this film.

A format had evolved seemingly on its own. I would now have an opening, an "Intro". Then music supporting and the poem overlaying images. Then the main body. Finally, the "Outro". Then, credits.

It was shaping up rather well, but still a mess. I wasn't worried about the finer details of things, perfect transitions, syncing music and visuals, the poem. Not yet. I would do fine turning last. I was approaching gross synching of elements.

Of course I ran into one problem after another. Filmmaking is after all if nothing else, continuous problem solving. So often however, something you dearly loved and planned on. falls through and you have to fix it. make it work, even if you have to kill part of it ("Killing your Darlings", as they say). Thus, "outtakes reel".

Often I found I had to break the video file (moving things around, making it ugly, requiring making it pretty again, which is all rather frustrating). 

Breaking, makes it better in the fixing of it.

About the music I used. First I got what I thought was a public domain version of the song. It IS public domain apparently, IN America and a few other countries. But it is apparently not in many other countires. I had uploaded my finished film on YouTube, set it to private, all to let their algorithm check it for licensing issues. There were none.

Apparently the original Polydor recording has fallen into the public domain. But if you get a copy of the album and make a recording from those original discs, then engineer and release it yourself, that version is then your own copyrighted version.

Anyway, one day I checked YouTube and suddenly there were licensing issues. I looked into licensing with the licensing company. After a few emails it went no where. I thought of options and it occurred to me if I could find the original 1930 album Ravel recorded, I could make my own licensed version.


After searching online I found the only complete double disc set of the original recording world wide that was recorded that day by Ravel conducting the orchestra in 1930, on the Polydor label. I found only ONE copy, in Paris. There were a few other single discs, missing either disc one or two, but only one complete set. So I purchased it. Then I bought a turntable I could used to digitize it from and I digitally recorded it on my digital recorder I use on my film sets.

Ravel's Bolero 1930 Polydor Disk 1 Side 2

Ravel's Bolero 1930 Polydor Disk 2 Side 4

Now I had my own actual public domain copy. I processed it through some software but I still heard the sound of the needle scraping the track on the record. So I found a sound engineer on Fiverr who cleaned it up and now, I'm good to go. I have a public domain version I now had the copyright to, for my version of the recording and engineering.

One day something devastating happened. I realized that the poem didn't end at the end of the fifteen minutes of the orchestra performance conducted by Ravel of his Bolero. Nearly in the middle of the poem it clearly says... "It ends". 

What? NO! What? Oh, Hell!

How did I ever not notice that? On that consideration, not noticing something. it was something that would happen way too many times during this production. The end result? The poem made the project/film, better. Obviously, right? The film was based around it. But the project actually made the poem better. Because as the film developed, I was altering words in the poem to better fit the scene. Sometimes to fit the immediate visuals, or music. 

I would change a word or words in a poem stanza to fit a visual on screen, then look at the visual on screen, and see something I could add in the poem to make it more visceral, intense. Eventually, I realized I was done. The poem was "locked". So, I sent it off to poetry magazines in it's new and enhanced form. Last week I received another rejection on this newer form of it.

I even told them it was now in a film and though I had released it in my latest 2020, two volume sequel to my first book of short horror/sci fiction (as, Anthology of Evil II Vol.s I & II), this version of the poem, newly submitted to poetry magazines, had never before been seen anywhere in its new filmic form.

Eventually, I had the film in kind of a rough draft form. The poem had been locked. The structure was now there. I had achieved something! But I was not done, it was not yet ready to get to that final fine tuning.

Something was missing. But what?

Then it hit me. I needed someone reading the poem. Well, I'm not doing it. Though I have read some of my own stories a few times for audiobooks. I preferred my voice actor for that, Tom Remick. I wanted a specialist for this. But who? Tom had kind of retired from acting. The poem was about Maurice Ravel, so I needed a guy to read it.

I thought about everyone I knew. Local actors I'd worked with. Something wasn't right though. Then I realized finally after week or so, it was because I needed a French speaker. To have someone read the poem, but in FRENCH! With English words on screen. A male actor who speaks French?

I thought about my sister? Her daughter, the stage/TV/Film actor? One of her friends? They were always traveling the world. My sister (recently retired Flight Attendant) later she said that I was correct...I should have contacted her. Still, no one clicked. Why? 

Brilliant. But who. I took a while to think about that. Did I know any French speakers? But no, I didn't want someone who took it in high school. I wanted a real, born there type of French speaker/actor. But I don't have money for that.

One day I was on one of our hours long phone calls with my friend and fellow director, Kelly Hughes. We did podcasts together, I've been interviewed on his podcast and I'd been in films he shot. Hmm...he's never been in one of mine, I should probably correct that. Maybe I'll kill him in my next film... He'd shot at my last couple of houses and after each time, I ended up moving. 

So I'm not letting him shoot at my current house. 

Not ready to move yet. Though I shot a film myself at my last house ("The Rapping"), and at this house ("Gumdrop", a short horror). I'd helped on his sets for few years before I tried doing it myself on my own set. I'd shot a documentary in 1993, the beginning of my Last good Nerve Productions company, but this was different, narrative film is different.

I'd been on Kelly's podcasts, we did a couple cohosting. We'd attended horror conventions. We began the Gorst Underground Film Festival together. Then the monthly local independent filmmakers' late night Bremerton, WA event, "Slash Night" which went well and we all had a blast until...COVID. Local indie filmmakers would show their films at the Historic Roxy Theater and come and drink and network and we all made merry and had much fun.

Kelly said, "Try Etsy." What? "Yes, give it a shot."

And so I did. The rest is history. Of a film now, anyway. I realized quickly that I needed a translator for the poem. I was going to just ask the voice actors to do, it but Kelly said, "Do you really want to trust something that integral to your film to actors?" Good point. I should have a poet do it.

I initially believed I needed a male actor reading the poem. Until one day I decided I wanted a women reading it. No idea why. I just did. Until one day it hit me. I was reading the on screen narration text, the other than poetry, historical text. Right there was a passage where Ravel says in a letter he had written to someone, that he had named his truck, "Adélaïde".

Adélaïde.

For Ravel had gotten cancelled out of his desire to be a pilot due to health reasons (like Hemingway was) and so became a truck driver. While Hemingway became an ambulance driver, which Ravel may have done some, but mostly was a truck ("camion") driver. 

So, "Adélaïde" should be reading the poem about Ravel? Everything snapped into place.

I found three people in France, a male and female voice actors who were also a couple, and a French poet who performed translations. I loved the idea the actors were a couple, because Ravel loved his truck. After all, it kept him going, out of dangers again and again. Perfect!

The poem was translated by French poet, Rémi Bernard.

Atreverse, supplied voice actors, who is: Jey Martin (narrator) & Brel Martínez (Adélaïde).

One other person who helped directly, artist Marvin Hayes. He kindly took some of the public domain photos, over 100 years old and tweaked them to look better. Even adding some elements that weren't there to add intensity to the filmic poem film. Including this film, which does not exist in history. I had take this photo, replaced a soldier with Ravel and though, "what a good job I did!" Then Marvin redid it and it was Amazing! So much better.


About that, a filmic poem?

I learned that term decades ago in a college cinema class and fell in love with the idea. Think of a poem, in the form of a film. Although this is a documentary which requires clarity and facts, making it a hybrid allowed me artistic license to enhance and inform in ways other than using, "just the facts, 'ma'am.

Filmic Poem definition:

"The film-poem (also called the poetic avant-garde film, verse-film or verse-documentary or film poem without the hyphen)[1] is a label first applied to American avant-garde films released after World War II.[2] During this time, the relationship between film and poetry was debated. James Peterson in Dreams of Chaos, Visions of Order said, "In practice, the film poem label was primarily an emblem of the avant-garde's difference from the commercial narrative film." Peterson reported that in the 1950s, overviews of avant-garde films "generally identified two genres: the film poem and the graphic cinema".[3] By the 1990s, the avant-garde cinema encompassed the term "film-poem" in addition to different strains of filmmaking.[4] Film-poems are considered "personal films" and are seen "as autonomous, standing apart from traditions and genres". They are "an open, unpredictable experience" due to eschewing extrinsic expectations based on commercial films. Peterson said, "The viewer's cycles of anticipation and satisfaction derive primarily from the film's intrinsic structure."[5] The film-poems are personal as well as private: "Many film poems document intimate moments of the filmmaker's life."[6]"  - Wikipedia

And so you will notice in my film how it has elements of documentary, but aside from an included read aloud and onscreen poem, it is structured around that to allow for a more intimate sense of life in WWI trench warfare. Other elements became available to me in producing the film. Using a blurry photo or video to enhance the poem, jumping from poem to facts, even facts of French trench soldier's slang, pop up on-screen quickly, sometimes too quickly, populating the screen in various locations, mimicking how odd, and dangerous things tend to happen in war.

For such is life in war. Foggy, blurry, too quick, uncomfortable, curious, beautiful, ugly, horrifying, confusing, and most frustrating... lacking closure. 

But you cannot leave a viewer so unsatisfied, and so I created an outtakes reel including elements I had to leave out because of time, or because they didn't fit, but were still too fascinating to simply cut out. As well as text on screen in the film that goes by too fast to read, or purposely distorted, again, as in war. This outtakes reel also contains the entire poem as read by the actor, unencumbered by what is going on in the main film, allowing one to comfortably experience the poem alone.

Then one day I realized, months after wishing I were done, that it was done There was nothing else to tweak, add, fix, or shuffle about. It was a relief and a great day on multiple levels. By now I had watched the film uncountable times. I never got tired of the music. I began to realize, but oddly not consciously, that it was an antiwar film. So I added a list of all wars on earth at the end, after the credits. Then I found an appropriate quote and added that, and it was a poignant end to a very unique film. 

The visuals had worn on me. Day after day for six months, viewing video and photos of death and destruction, gets one into an odd state of mind I was happy to move onto something else, and moved into the fun part of film production. Getting it out to the world. I started submitting to international film festivals. Within that first week after submitting to the festivals, the film got an Official Selection. Until then, I had no idea how it would do. Though my hopes were high. 

Then Ukraine was invaded by Russia, by undemocratically "elected" Pres. Vladimir Putin. Someone I've said since 2000 should have never been allowed near Russian leadership. 

I made a separate outtake reel of the end list of all "Wars on Earth" underscored by a Ravel piece of music, as a standalone which I put online. People have been viewing it. When viewed at the end of the main film however, it is a powerful reminder of the concept and horror of war as a part of our human experience. 

In the end, this is an antiwar film.

As you may have already guessed, this did not begin as an antiwar project. That didn't happen until one day during the months of editing I did on this film when I simply realized, "This is an antiwar film." I always know that orientation as the poem was about the horror of war and its effect on humanity, but never truly saw it outright as antiwar. But pro-human. It's a fine distinction.

I should have seen that from the beginning. But it snuck up on me. All I had wanted to do was find a way to share this poem about Ravel, about his Bolero, about, "what if he wrote it during the war". Because I thought it as an interesting story, an interesting poem, a humanitarian statement of humanity through adversity. But it became so much more.

And I'm proud of it.


Update Note 12/2/23: I have the book now nearly finished. Long Covid has not been my friend on this book. I'm updating this because today I received an email from Symbiotic Film Festival in Ukraine to submit a film with a discount waiver for a documentary pro package. I hadn't thought about submitting this film to them, though I should have already. So I took the opportunity and submitted. It will be interesting to see what they decide/judge the film as. Cheers!

End of Part I.

Continued soon, in Part II: Pvt. Ravel's Bolero, Form & Structure of the Filmic Poem

Sunday, May 30, 2021

For Memorial Day Weekend 2021 - Pvt. Ravel's Bolero

In thinking of what I wanted to do for Memorial Day this year, I thought of this poem. Allow me to say first and foremost that I am a human being FIRST, then an American (before political party), and finally, a progressively, critical thinking person.

HOW WE SHOULD ALL BE!

[Note: The film has now won some awards and continues to do so, 3/6/2022. The published poem below is different from the one in the film that evolved through the production of the film I'm also working on a new blog article on the history of this film, and a detailed examination of its meaning and format.]



It is a sad Memorial Day this year. A day gravely besmirched by the lack of action by Congressional "leaders" Mitch McConnell and Keven McCarthy in their (that is, Donald Trump's) Republican Party, by voting against a sorely necessary bipartisan investigation into the January 6, 2021 insurrection. Let's face it, the "Trump Insurrection". THIS is an American issue. 

IF Republicans were in charge, IF this were a Democratic issue, IF this had been a Democratic POTUS, not Donald Trump, there'd ALREADY be a commission. There were TEN Benghazi investigations over something that wasn't as Republicans contended and they knew that, as they used it as political fodder, anyway.

When America is attacked, we investigate that attack. It's a "no brainer", really. Making the Republican's views on this, very curious.

So more than usual, this is a Memorial Day we ALL truly need to reflect on. Not just for our fallen heroes in war, but for in those in Congress who refuse to be heroes. Or actual members of our US Congress.

After 10 years of writing over 1400 blogs, I had stopped. I wrote my last blog about the last two books I published in October 2020. I wrote this some years ago and finally included it in the first sequel to my first book, in two volumes as, "Anthology of Evil II Vol. I". The second book is, "Anthology of Evil II Vol. II - The Unwritten".

This is my first blog since then. Wishing you all a reflective but safe and healthy 2021 Memorial Day.

Maurice Ravel, 1912, musician/composer

The only love affair I have ever had was with music.

Maurice Ravel

Writing at the time, Ravel recalled: “For a whole week I have been driving days and nights—without lights—on unbelievable roads, often with a load double what my truck should carry. And even so I had to hurry because all this was within range of the guns. Adélaïde and I—Adélaïde is my truck—escaped the shrapnel, but the poor dear couldn’t keep going and after losing her number plate in a danger zone where parking was forbidden, in despair she shed a wheel in a forest, where I did a Robinson Crusoe for 10 days until someone came to rescue me.” 

Maurice Ravel, 1917, Ambulance Driver

Below I have included the music of Ravel's "Bolero", actually conducted by him (it's nearly 17 minutes long). 

Ravel, because of his health, like Ernest Hemingway's even more remarkable experience, was a WWI ambulance driver. 

Here, we find our hero in the trenches...


Note: This poem is the original but it has changed in the filmic poem I am producing.

 Pvt. Ravel’s Bolero

In No Man’s Land, Verdun, France 30 June 1916

JZ Murdock


Moonlit dark...Verdun, France.

War Zone. Theatre of Horrors.

“No Man’s Land” rifts rival trenches.

Fog drifts over cold explorers.

WWI Trenches

Devastation gorging.

Chilled steam rising off fresh corpses.

Viscous drops dripping...in silence,

Dripping into crimson black pools.


Dark shiny, bloody pools.

Mirrors that pepper dark lands that

Glower from a slivered moonlight.

Drawing down dying breath and sight.

WWI in the Trenches

Suddenly, one ascends

One soldier’s Hell seeking amends

In No Man’s Land, gently playing,

Chilled silver flute lilting, singing.

Pvt. Maurice Ravel

Pvt. Ravel misses

His ambulance truck Adélaïde.

Standing fast, one among them all

He shouts: “All Together Now!”


Meanwhile, Hemingway drives

His ambulance in Italy.

For advancing Americans.

Ignorant of Ravel’s own plight.

WWI Ambulance & Drivers


“Papa’s” ambulance hit!

An Austrian mortar fire blast!

Machine gunned: he carries wounded.

While Ravel bravely plays his flute.


Ravel’s song? “Bolero”,

Starting well before it begins.

Nervously, our musician spies,

His uneven enemy’s lines.


Then ever so softly,

A drummer beats his staid rhythm,

Catching up to and surpassing,

His friend waiting, now so relieved.


He plays his flute until,

Another stands near No Man’s Land.

To then follow Ravel’s brave lead,

One more flute in their darkness,


The same sad clothes hang worn,

All uniforms dirty and torn,

Each Bloody, Disgusting and Wet,

They all walk bravely playing on.


Together as one, all

Nervously eyeing enemies,

With their side, hunched in their trenches,

Watching dumb, all incredulous.


Suddenly then, one more!

Slowly standing, instrument high,

Another: “Enemy” soldier!

Approaches their shared No Man’s Land.


He joins in their playing,

Music swelling louder in time,

In tempo, In volume. On “stage”.

Their musical bonding expands.


As their song progresses,

Again and again, another

Intermittently, from both sides,

Plays their song, along with Ravel.


And then, even the dead,

Play the climax, together stand,

This great full orchestra of Men,

Standing among their No Man’s Land.


One soldier aside them,

Walks along his filthy trenches,

Anger brewing, rifle in hand,

Finds, “The Spot”, for his final shot.


Yet still the band plays on,

Till finally they finished strong,

With an echoing crescendo,

Ravel’s ascent and fairest Air.


Then it’s over. And yet…

Fearfully they stop, suspended.

Feeling an old, new thing, again.

Strange among them: Humanity?


Their confidence bursting!

A camaraderie brimming!

Believing for one proud moment,

Human! A Person once again!


Both sides lined the trenches,

Carefully watching, listening,

Slowly, they begin applauding.

One at a time. Two at a time.


Applauding until it is a

Growing cacophony, rising

Above them to its crescendo

Thicker, sweeter, now not Ravel’s.


It is this time though, quite

Not music. As one at a time,

All the players slowly melting

Into the fog, into the ground.


Fading into darkness.

Until only silence remains.

Save one, the one who started it.

For himself, and yet for them all.


Realizing all at once,

He is quite alone and shouldn’t

Have been quite so much enjoying,

Not, quite so much, their reverie.


He too then melts back down,

To disappear. Leaving merely

Silence in the loss of what was.

What could have been. For what might be.


That last soldier rises.

Reappears and clambers over,

The berm back into his own trench.

Enemy...taking careful aim.


His fellows, horrified.

Aiming just where he wants to strike.

Over at, “That dark cold bastard.”

The Enemy. The Other Side.


His Officer leans down.

Slaps him hard in his sallow head

Unsettling such careful aiming,

Fouling so, his sullen black mood.


He misses! Blind Anger!

Turning upon his Officer.

This Officer, this man who eyes

Him deeply back. Intensely so.


Then he looks around him.

All angry red eyes upon HIM.

Carefully, he puts down his gun.

Relinquishing his anger...cold.


Only then do they all,

Return sad about their business.

Shitting, drinking, staring, dying,

sleeping, cooking. Fear, in the dark.


No Man’s Land again lies,

Fallow, silent, wet. Except for

Sounds of still darkly, dripping pools,

Mirroring their reality.


There now is but a stout

Difference. A lightness where the

Sounds and attitudes in both trench.

Lines, lie still, humble in Silence.


For Humanity to

Continue, to cope. Yet again,

To feel alive once more with these

Others, these Brothers. Lifelong Friends.

WWI Soldiers' Graves

Continuing to cope.

Once again, Humanity. Hope!

Ravel’s alternate ending to:

His No Man’s Land, in Verdun, France.

10 November, 1919.

Maurice Ravel, conducting "Bolero" in 1923

Sunday, November 22, 2020

2 New JZ Murdock Books - Anthology of Evil II

Anthology of Evil has a sequel! It has been released as two new volumes, titled, "Anthology of Evil II vol. I" and "Anthology of Evil II vol. II The Unwritten"

Volume II by the way, was just nominated for a prestigious award (Nominated, which really means little other than a member / peer thought it worthy to be in the running for an award...still, pretty cool!).

You can hear more about these books and more when I speak with friend and fellow film director Kelly Hughes on his 2-Bit Horror podcast. There, we talk about my writing in general and a variety of fun things. I am also on live radio Chat and Spin, a UK show from Washington, England, recording the same day this blog hits the bandwidth. For more about me, you can visit my website with info about my audiobooks and film productions ("Gumdrop", a short horror, is my latest short horror film).

Brief aside December 11, 2020 update: Amazing news! My play, "Denude, a one act", was just selected by Jocunda Music, Film & Theatre Festival via FilmFreeway.com! Selected: Project has been selected to be included in festival.

It is about two guys in a foxhole during a war...or wars, opening in vietnam. 

Kind of a Twilight Zoneish play, that opens in a cross section of a foxhole so the audience can see the soldiers on stage in it, jungle surrounding them backstage and side. TRAPPIST, a 1972 Vietnam deployed soldier, and MENSES, a 1972 Vietnam deployed soldier

I found it in my writings from college, spiffed it up and sent it off and now it's in being performed a festival in Brooklyn, NY. Event date January 15, 2021


I should also mention my film, "Gumdrop", a short horror, has received another award from the Indo French International Film Festival for Best Short Horror...and is now a semi finalist in the Cult Movies International Film Festival in London.

Poster for "Gumdrop", a short horror

Now, as for my new books... 

Anthology of Evil II (Kindle version

First 50 free ebook download (coupon TE53V) from Smashwords!

Anthology of Evil II The Unwritten (Kindle version)

First 50 free ebook download (coupon KM72X) from Smashwords!

You may notice that the book covers are reversed. That's because they are really one book broken out into two volumes. Why? Allow me to explain.

These books are a collection of my newer short horror and sci fi fiction which have been published in magazines and anthologies with other authors and some, have yet  to be published. Tell now. So you're seeing them now for the first time anywhere.

First Anthology of Evil book cover
My first "Anthology of Evil" collection book cover

"Anthology of Evil" was my first published book, a collection of my first and older short stories. It opens with my first ever published short story. That was back in 1990 in an east coast quarterly horror magazine. "In Memory, Yet Crystal Clear", is a story all too familiar to America today that takes place in a dystopian society where the country put all their trust in just one man. A man we discover, who is mentally unbalanced.


My second book, the epic, "Death of heaven"

My second book, "Death of heaven", is an epic tale of two friends who grew up together, then lost touch as they both assumed their roles in life. Broken and somewhat lost, they come together again, one to save the other, who then saves him. They are happy to have found one another again, but under such dark circumstances? Dark circumstances we come to discover, that affects the entire world, the whole of humanity and takes us into an intergalactic tale of fear and escape.

Back to "Anthology of Evil". That collection of stories end with a novella titled, "Andrew". That story grew into the foundation for my second book, "Death of heaven". While my first book was a collection of my short published and unpublished short fiction and it ended with a novella, I wanted to write my second book in that series in the same format.

However, when writing "The Unwritten", what was to have been the ending novella, I went way beyond the reasonable length of a novella. I did not realize that until I was actually formatting "Anthology of Evil II. 

At that point, I was left with a quandary. What should I do?

I went back and forth about it until finally, I settled on the present solution. I would put out two books, volumes 1 and 2 would comprise the second book in the "Anthology of Evil" series. Since I had never put out a series before and had never really considered it, in doing it this way I would end up with volumes 1 & 2 of the second book in the series. I found that a bit entertaining. So I settled on doing that. And that was all the thought I gave it.

It wasn't under I was publishing the books that the consideration of price came into my mind. So anyone saying I was trying to make money by putting these stories out in two books rather than one, that thought had never come into my mind. At that time I did think about it and I did consider going back to a one book format. But I thought I would just price it appropriately and go forward as I had planned.

Until I ran up against Amazon's pricing policy. They would not allow me to do what I wanted to. By then I just wanted to be done with the process (it was 2020 and a very, very long and problematic year, as we all know). I just wanted to see them published at this point and move on to other things. And that led me to another issue, having literally nothing to do with these two books.

It is an issue I'm still trying to work out with Amazon about my first two books. But that mess, for another time. Besides, I do not yet know the resolution though I have suggested a few to Amazon about this.

By the way, what am I doing that I wanted to be done with this and move on? I published my books this time under my film production company, LgN Productions, which I started back in 1993. I also write screenplays. 

It is a true-crime story about a 17-year-old guy who protected a murder witness from the Tacoma, Washington mafia, a biopic screenplay titled, "The Teenage Bodyguard". It is currently being shown to a studio by my producer, Robert Mitas. Robert has produced films with famed actor/producer, Michael Douglas, who along with his father Kirk, all through my childhood had been a film hero of mine for just about forever. 

But right now? I am writing another screenplay that is a Frank Capraesque kind of a feel-good film, which America and the world really could use right now. Frank produced films like "It's A Wonderful Life" (1946) with Jimmy Stewart, which didn't do well at the box office when released, but has been an American Christmas staple for many decades. 

My current screenplay is a "traveling angel" story that takes place in "any town USA". I haven't pitched it to Robert yet, but very soon. I think he'll be excited about it.

Back to my new books:

"Anthology of Evil II" has sixteen stories total in it:

"Red Rain" - A Philip K Dick kind of story about two scientists who have had it with how humanity treats humanity and so, they do something about it. Well, one of them does. 

"Expedition Of The Arcturus" - First published in the online hard sci fi magazine, PerihelionSF - In the style of one of my first favorite sci fi authors as a child, Isaac Asimov. It's a story about Earth's first generational spaceship. Told in reversed timeline. Meaning, it begins at the end and, it ends at the beginning. It was the hook that got me that sale from the editor Sam Bellotto.

"Breaking On Cave Island"  - First published in "Giant Tales World of Pirates (Giant Tales 3-Minute Stories) (Volume 3)" in 2014 by Professor Limn Books LLC  & H.M. Schuldt.  An HP Lovecraft kind of tale about a pirate named Captain Lord Ritchie. This is a prequel to a story of mine in Book 1 of the series titled, "Poor Lord Ritchie". In this tale he is younger, obviously, and a pirate captain trapped in a underworld tunnel on a deserted island. Anyone knowing this character knows he hates wizards. Here you can finally find out why. 

"Jaonny's Apple Tree" - This is a story about a young alien boy on his home planet. Reminiscent of a Ray Bradbury, who is one of my all-time favorite authors. It's a pleasant tale told in a bucolic setting. Where no doubt, all is not what it seems. 

"In The Shade" - Originally published as, "Falling Up!", in "Final Ships In the Neighborhood (Giant Tales Apocalypse 10-Minute Stories Book 2)" in 2014, edited by  Professor Limn Books & H.M. Schuldt - I'd have to say this is based on myself and HP Lovecraft, as well as Isaac Asimov. This is a side story based on the last part of my book, "Death of heaven". If you like this story at all, check out the book. This, is nothing compared to what all happens in the original.

"Simon's Beautiful Thought" - Simon is a tech guy with an AI assistant on his phone like so many of us have. A bit of Isaac Asimov in this tale. Yes, this has been done before. But I wrote it a year before the movie, "Her" (with Joaquin Phoenix) came out. The question in this story is, do AI's get jealous? Or, can one just be a good friend with only your best interests at "heart" (or, at CPU?).

"The Regent's Daughter" - A short, short story that won a tiny award for "best tension" from the group that published two stories of mine mentioned above in the "Giant Tales" series of books. It reminds me of a Robert E. Howard story (he wrote the Conan books, among other things), with perhaps a little more ironic humor n it. It tells of a medieval nobody who gets the unique opportunity to interact with a royal beauty in the town's main square by the castle. It goes well, I think. So does our protagonist. Well, it is a memorable tale anyway.

"Mr. Pakool's Spice" - First published in "Hunger Pangs: Dark Confessions", in 2012 by Mayday Collective. I'm saying this is based somewhat on a Calvin A. L. Miller II zombie book, "Het Madden". Because I've only read two zombie novels and that's one Mine is a story about a widower trying to get his two young children to safety through the back wintry woods of Oregon after the zombie apocalypse hits. There is a slight association at the end with another zombie story of mine: "Japeth, Ishvi and The Light" in the first "Anthology of Evil" book

"Men Of The City" - This is an allegorical story spawned by the famous writer and artist, Clive Barker. He held a contest once based on a painting of the same name as my short story. He did not choose this story. He chose two other author's stories and they were good and did use his painting as inspiration. I just decided on a lark to take it...literally. I really like this weird little tale.

"Pvt. Ravel's Bolero" - This is a poem, based on Maurice Ravel and a bit of Hemingway, but with a kind of Edgar Allen Poe edge to it. What if Ravel came up with his famous "Bolero" while in the trenches of WWI where both he and Hemingway were kept from the main action and made ambulance drivers. What if opposing trenches one night discovered a very unknown thing in this kind of warfare: Humanity?

"Marking Time" (original 1969 version) - With a bit of a Stephen King flair to it, this is a story I wrote many years ago and details what I was told as a child by another child, while we were in the Cascade mountains on a search and rescue training mission, looking for a small downed aircraft. I had reworked this story, updated it, set it in Afghanistan, and published it in my second book, "Death of heaven". That first, second version (or is it second, first version?) is a ghost story and a special operations war story. This one is more intimate and gives the reader an idea of what kids for decades have gone through in the Civil Air Patrol. To be sure it is an extreme example. I got a lot out of being a Flight Commander in the CAP, and it helped, once I was an adult and had entered the United States Air Force. 

"Crashing Indulgences" - Another kind of Stephen King story about how far off relationships can go. Yeah, not much to say about this one, other that there may be highlights of the macabre and extraordinary.

"EarVu" - With a touch of both Isaac Asimov & Clive Barker, this is about a group of cutting edge (bleeding edge, really) scientists when one day, one of them shows up for work, and no one else does. It's a bit of a detective story that all takes place in a top-secret, secure research facility. New technology has been developed that will change the world. If it can ever get out of the lab.

"Rapture" - With the flavor of a Philip K Dick story, this happens in the near future. A private detective, or a "fixer", that's never really clear, is hired by a rich woman to take her to the inner city where she does not belong, to acquire a new illegal drug. That's the upside to this tale.

"Xibalba Unleashed" - This follows the lines of HP Lovecraft if he had turned toward the Mayan ancients and their mythology. It is an origin story that starts off in the action, recedes to the recent past into a famous Mayan cave that is the entrance to the underworld and then returns, making much more sense than when it started. This was written for the British "A-Z Horror Anthology" where I had the letter "X" and twenty-five other authors had a letter their title had to start with. The anthology got up to the letter "L" and then the project fell through. I had a minor motorcycle accident in the middle of writing this. When I returned to finish it, I ran over the word length and rather than possibly ruin it, I wrote another story entirely and submitted it. 

"X The Unknown" - This is that other story I submitted to replace the story just above. With a detective edge to it familiar to Edgar Allan Poe, this is about an FBI Special Agent in Seattle following a lead on a serial killer. Maybe it is the killer, the UnSub, maybe not. 

"Anthology of Evil II The Unwritten" - This is volume two, the second half of book two in the series and has only one story in it. But that is all the story that is needed: "The Unwritten". I detail more on this story in the back of the book. For now, I'll just say what the back cover says: "Three Hells. Three Universes. "One Solution". The book opens with a man strapped to a table in an old cabin in the woods. He cannot remember anything at first and has no idea why this woman is so into torturing him. This shifts to a lab of two scientists in another universe and an experiment and a society that is constrained and complicated. After this shifts to a far darker universe than anyone has ever experienced, we dance between the three until, in the end, it all comes together with an unforeseeable ending. 

My style of writing in my fiction is my own. As one critic put it, she could not figure out who I was from my writings, you can read her own words at the link, but it was high praise indeed.

Another critic in speaking of my book, "Death of heaven", said: "The book starts well and has a Books of Blood vibe, which really works well. It's in these tales that the author's writing ability shines. He demonstrates a lovely turn of phrase and some of the writing is almost poetic in its beauty."

"Books of Blood" were written by Clive Barker and are some of my favorite horror stories. He now has a new show based on these on Hulu. I read my first book of blood of Clive's back in the 80s and wrote to him. He wrote back. I got to meet him a few times but that was the early 90s at book signings. 

So I take the comparison to heart. Are these stories that good? That's not up to me. But if you like any of these, do give "Death of heaven" a read. And then just maybe, you'll find out why the "h" in Heaven" is not capitalized. 

Slainte!
JZ Murdock
Bremerton, Washington USA November 2020



Friday, November 6, 2020

Joe Biden / Kamala Harris Headed to the White House

The long Donald Trump as President is over. A few more months of putting up with his antics and we are back to an actual US administration. It's been a crazy election with a crazy president. 

Perspective:


Stephen Colbert last night: Video


I would suggest using the 25th Amendment to remove Trump for now, but I guess we'll just have to suffer through his tearing apart the country out of spite.



Buckle up, America. Get ready for years of fixing all that Trump broke.

And then there's the pandemic and we'll start to see less Americans dying.

Cheers! Slainte!