I had a request to start a blog where you could weigh in on thoughts about a movie based on The Merchant of Death and to discuss casting. This isn’t to say that a movie is imminent. It isn’t. But I’m working with some folks to develop one now, so you never know. (Just don’t hold your breath!)
So, here’s the blog. Have fun.
Melanie says:
hey Is anyne on?
Holly says:
@ BuggyReality
Can you give me yours so we can be friends?! 😀
@ Courtney
that’s cool! right now i’m playing the Swan from the Carnival of Animals. What bout you? 😀
Courtney chetwynde says:
Im playing alot of random things but im also learning how to play guitar
Holly says:
haha well thats fun. i’ve never really played guitar 😀
Melanie says:
I play guitar and sing 🙂
Vo Spader says:
i sing, write poetry, dance, cook, and magic.
Vo Spader says:
here is a poem i wrote. if any of you are in to poetry tell me what you think.
I look towards you I see your hair,
its a frame for something more and it draws me in.
Skin shining more than the moon,
Eyes more beutiful than the ocean,
and these are to just name a few.
In the end,
Im in a spell.
No matter what I do,
I can’t stop thinking of you.
Melanie says:
Wow, thats awesome!
I only write songs
Brielle says:
Ok, so DJ, i came up with something. U do the movie urself. i think tht would be awesome because ur a directer and u wrote the books so u know how things are supposed to be and with this being such a popular series i think if someone else did it and messed it up then it would be horrible but if u did it then it would be epic. perhaps. if not then… i guess u dont know much about ur own books xD
Vo Spader says:
thanks melanie, when my heart flow with emotions i write.
http://allpoetry.com/Big-John
BuggyReality says:
Sure Holly, buggyreality@aol.com. Wow it is terrible over here. It is weird to think that only a week ago I was looking for a pic of an empty times square for project A, and now everything in New York is empty.
Flume of Doom says:
Honestly, you call that literature?
(In Russian accent…)
Roy and Doug: Part I
There was a boy.
His name was Roy.
His Samurai sword was his favorite toy.
He killed some Thugs.
Squished like Bugs,
And their bodies he wrappeth up in Rugs.
There was a Thug.
His name was Doug.
He liked to kill, he liked to Mug.
And he drove around in a Volkswagen Bug.
ROY AND DOUG: PART II
Roy saw Doug out on the street.
He took his sword out of its case,
Doug thought for sure his butt was beat:
The blade was pointed at his face!
But Lo, the things we do not know!
For Doug, in the ways of war, was also skilled.
He drew out from his coat a Bow.
The arrow flew, his Foe was killed.
He searched the pockets of the body,
Pulleth all the Money out;
He ran unto his hideout gaudy,
He laffed with glee; he gave a SHOUT!
ROY AND DOUG: PART III
But who then in the mist appeared?
Than an apparition dreadful truly,
The ghost of Roy the ninja feared;
To exact his Restitution duly!
His mighty blade from its sheath he drew.
His face was set like granite stone.
The wrathful blow of the ghost did hew,
Through Doug’s quick* tissue, flesh and bone.
Awake Doug did, upon the rocks,
Of a place where lived the Dead,
That scared the chum out of his socks,
That made him tremble from the Dread.
“Hello, old friend.â€
Said Roy’s dead voice.
“You’ve met your end.
You’ve made your choice.â€
A man came forth from the firmament.
His words appeared like tongues of flame.
“Evil is my armament!
What the beep, Saint Dane’s my name!â€
(To be continued…)
Holly says:
ok thanks buggyreality!!! 😀
Melanie says:
Heyy
Is anyone on?
Vo Spader says:
@flume of dume
yea i do. mine actually has emotion. yours is more of a story.
Melanie says:
Yeah i prefered Vo spaders
but they were both really good
veelox0 says:
1 question:
What is with all the poetry on the site? It is interesting to read.
Vo Spader says:
well i am guessing since we are readers we tend to have some sort of writing we like to do. it seems some of us are poets.
Shelly says:
Hobey ho! Can’t wait to see if a movie is made. Really hope one will get made 😀
Melanie says:
I know it would be amazing!!
Flume of Doom says:
@Vo Spader
I don’t mean to say yours is bad, or anything, but a villain like me prefers wit and humor that rhymes to raw emotion.
That’s all.
Flume of Doom says:
Old Obama
Jump on a Llama.
Llama too black,
He jump in Iraq.
Iraq has a war,
He started to snore.
Some Terrorists asked “Will he do any more?â€
So they tied a Bomb
To his mom;
And put Obama right back on his Llama;
And sent him back to the United States,
With a spy called Tom,
To rob the rich guys like Bill Gates.
So he picked up some paper,
He picked up a pen.
And he wrote the tax bill right there and then.
He had an idea,
He thought it was cool,
A trick he had learned back in government school.
He went outside, and a crowd he saw.
And a bystander maniac shouted up from the street.
“I love you Obama!â€
“I know; That’s the Law!â€
Said he who thought his comeback was neat!
So his power grew greater,
Despite his small brain.
Any rebel debater,
Got thrown on a train,
And was shipped off to never be heard from again.
(To be continued…)
Aquaneer ryder says:
Idk how you guys can write really good poems.
isn’t it hard to think about rhymes and words to fit?
maybe it’s just me because i am horrible at writing poems…..
Challenger Black says:
I find when I write poems, most of the time, the words kind of just flow and it all comes together, but then sometimes I’ll have no idea how to make it rhyme or sound good.
Holly says:
haha i just can NEVER write! i guess i write what you call average poems. haha.
Melanie says:
I can only write songs
Vo Spader says:
i let my emotions led the words. its normally when either my love for the girl is high or when something causes my feelings to be high. then if it rhymes it rhymes. check the site i posted, i have some that rhyme. like this
I see her face,
weather once day or once a year.
My heart starts to race,
yet my eyes starts to tear.
For her beauty is great,
eyes like the ocean, skin like the moon,
Somehow hers due to fate.
Yet I feel as if stabbed by a harpoon.
For I am hers, yet she is not mine.
Her heart is for another,
yet i still feel the chills down my spine.
She sees me as a brother,
yet I wish to be more.
To no avail can we be,
I am losing the war,
even though my feelings are deep as the sea.
For to be with her nothing is to hard,
so to my death I will fight for my love.
Aquaneer ryder says:
@vo spader
i loved the poem.
it’s so sweet and very thoughtful 🙂
you are an awesome poet!!
Vo Spader says:
🙂 thanks. but what i said is true. she does not feel the same way. go here for more of my poetry.
http://allpoetry.com/Big-John
Vo Spader says:
also check out my motto. 🙂
Vo Spader says:
SPOILERS DO NOT READ IF YOU HAVE NOT READ QUILLEN GAMES AND MORPHEUS ROAD THE BLACK!!!!
ok so for you who have read these. when cooper is running from the people with the clown mask does it remind you of bobby in the forest running from dados? also does the black remind you of solara? the rift = a flume? any others connections you guys made? cant remember the others i found.
BuggyReality says:
I think the last stop on the road for those can reconcile with their lives is, drum roll please, Solara.
Flume of Doom says:
@ Vo Spader
Honestly, letting your emotions dictate the poems?
And writing poems about love? Why is that so popular?
I don’t mean that as an insult, but you may achieve more lasting success by adding some wit and or double meanings to your poems.
Quig Pig says:
Here’s one with some Wit, double meanings, and emotion…
The Epic of the Piano
(Said in a British accent) When asked by my psychologist about how I felt about the piano, no answer had immediately presented itself to me. “What manner of question is THAT?†I asked.
My psychologist frowned, then spoke in a heavy Russian Accent, “I azked, vat are yuir veelingz aboot zee piano?†“What do you mean ‘my veelingz aboot zee piano’?†I asked. His expression became considerably more irritated than it had been previously, and he said, quite directly,
“Anzver or I vil give you a vun-vay tiket to zee inztitut vor zee inzane!â€
“That is very kind of you sir,†I replied, “but I wouldn’t trouble you to do it, for I already have four such tickets in my possession. They do make outstanding bookmarks, you know?â€
His pencil was scratching away at his corny Psychology notebook, and his face was as red as bloody ketchup. “Vould it help iv I shoved you a piano?†He asked, quite crossly.
A trapdoor opened on the floor, sounding like those doors on Star Wars.
Through it, emerged a piano out of the gloomy abyss of his Soviet basement, and I was quite astonished.
“Yes it would…†I said as I walked over to it. Then I began to play.
The following is the song I then sang to my vituperative Soviet Psychologist, entitled:
The Epic of the Piano.
The piano’s my fleet,
It’s my fort and my dike.
I set at the seat
With my hands poised to strike,
Unaware what the beat
Or the notes will be like.
Then, quick as the rain,
At the break of storm’s cloud,
The mighty blow falls,
Just as strong, just as loud,
As the Judgment Day’s trumpet
With its thunder endowed.
I rain down my fire
And nothing impedes me,
Whate’r my desire
My music soon heeds me,
Yet soon it appears
That my instrument leads me!
My hands are consumed
As the tempo grows faster,
My lightning is doomed
On its keys alabaster,
And I find I’m a slave;
The piano my master.
I’ve no chance at freedom,
My soul is sold.
I cannot escape;
Was my fate thus foretold?
For ensnared I now am
In the Piano’s firm hold.
Yet despite all my wrath,
All my rile and my fury,
There is no short path
For my trial to hurry.
The Piano’s my witness,
My judge, and my jury.
When my sentence is set,
And the truth is expounded
I learn that for all time
I have been confounded
To both the glory of Heaven unbounded,
And Perdition’s black flames
By the demons surrounded.
By an eternal sonata
I’m both gifted and drownded,
Since that very first note
That I played had resounded.
Just so you know, I got the ticket anyway. Just in time to keep my place in my new book:
THE Epic of the Psychologist
Look for it at bookstores and insane asylums near you.
Vo Spader says:
I write what i write. wit and double meaning just dont come in my writing.
Melanie says:
The reason love is so commun in poem is because it’s something everyone feel and wants, we all want to love and be love. But thats not saying all poems need to be about love, both ways you 2 are writing are correct, just different styles
Flume of Doom says:
Different indeed…
Flume of Doom says:
I compose too, and my music is fairly similar in style to my poetry, albeit a bit more dark and serious.
You can achieve some pretty neat things by mixing the superior melodic and harmonic forms of Classical music with the rhythmic drive and “angry” feel of rock and roll.
BuggyReality says:
What success are you talking about? People will mostly be able to relate to poems that have emotions in them, because that is what they feel.
Vo Spader says:
yes love is something most people know how to feel. I started writing when i was assigned to for a writing class and notice i always wrote about the same girl. i write to release my feelings, so i dont feel like im hiding them away.
BuggyReality says:
Is the girl in the same class as you?
veelox0 says:
I think both forms of poetry are great!
Love poems are those that you can really feel inside yourself. These require a mind that is good at turning deep emotions into words
Witty poems are the kind that require a view of the world in a whimsical manner that is usually not thought of.
Both types are difficult to write and both vo spader and flume of doom should pat themselveson the back for amazing jobs on their works! Quig pig also did a good job!
Flume of Doom says:
Yes a villain like me would OBVIOUSLY see the world in a whimsical, unusual way…
Quig Pig says:
Yes he’s a villain indeed.
He’s actually my evil twin brother.
Flume of Doom says:
Emphasis on EVIL!
Quig Pig says:
Yes emphasis on Evil!
He made that Roy and Doug thing!
Flume of Doom says:
Yeah and we’re using the same evil computor…In my private LABORATORY!!!
HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
Quig Pig says:
You mean my county morg?
Flume of Doom says:
No it’s on my half.
Flume of Doom says:
You sly dog, you got me monologueing!