Haiku Review | The Sunshine Boy | a short film

HAIKU REVIEW CHALLENGE

The Challenge is to write a HAIKU REVIEW after watching the short film The Sunshine Boy . Feel free to write in Single – Couplet – Triplet Haiku Verses using 17 syllables per verse . Lines in 5-7-5 . Try to Review the short film below as close to your interpretation of what you viewed and how all your senses responded to it. Think of it as looking at a moveable painting.

If you decide to take on the HAIKU REVIEW CHALLENGE . Leave your Haiku in the Comment Section of this post on ‘the secret keeper’ . so others will be able to view what you have created. I will be posting my own HAIKU REVIEW just above the video of The Sunshine Boy.

If this film doesn’t inspire . don’t worry. A new short film will appear every Friday for you to try your skills at the WEEKLY HAIKU REVIEW CHALLENGE .

Here’s to engaging in the Haiku Review Challenge | Clinks & Cheers! – j.kiley

FRACTURED REALITY
by j.kiley

Bullying rosebuds
Mother’s love not factual
Rage ends in shots fired

© j.kiley ‘17
Haiku

Best Viewing Experience Open Video Full Screen

The Sunshine Boy | Naaman Azhari

Inspired by real events, the film explores a mother’s realisation behind her son’s psychological thoughts, moments before a tragic event.

Rating . . . PG-13 (Violence)
Genre . . . Drama . Action . Animation
Length . . . 3m 16s

Director . . . Naaman Azhari
Contact . . . naamafilms@gmail.com
Featured on Short Of The Week . . . shortoftheweek.com/2017/07/27/the-sunshine-boy/

Song Tribute | Chris Cornell | Sunshower


Chris Cornell Photos | Singing ‘Sunshower’

THE TRUEST FAN
by j.kiley

The Truest Fan
Feelings Broken
For Only Just Finding You
You possess
A Beautiful Power
A Haunting Voice
It Tears through my Soul

Hope you find Paradise
Divine Sweet Poet
Deep inside you
The Rock Legend
Whose Presence Passes
Like Melting Energy
Inside the Spirit

Your Voice
Touched by Angels
The Deepest Lyrics
Touched
By The Muse
Your Musical Gift
Shared with the World

More people are touched
By you than Imagined

Sad
My Heart
Hearing your Voice
Singing ‘The Promise’
You have left Too Soon

Yearning for You
But you’re gone
Inspiration
Your Gift
Giving to Souls
Who just listen
RIP Sweet Poet

© j.kiley ’17
Free Verse

Chris Cornell RIP

Song Tribute | One More Life


Linkin Park | One More Light (Tribute To CHRIS CORNELL)

Chester Bennington dedicated this song to his friend Chris Cornell. Chester Bennington committed suicide on Chris Cornell’s birthday and just short of two months ago since Chris Cornell’s own suicide. They were best mates. I would say Chester Bennington just couldn’t go on without Chris Cornell.

I did a Tribute song for Chris Cornell a week ago to honor both of their sudden deaths. Two who died too young . too much pain.

One More Light
Sung by Chester Bennington & Linkin Park

Should’ve stayed, were there signs, I ignored?
Can I help you, not to hurt, anymore?
We saw brilliance, when the world, was asleep
There are things that we can have, but can’t keep

If they say
Who cares if one more light goes out
In the sky of a million stars
It flickers, flickers
Who cares when someone’s time runs out
If a moment is all we are
Or quicker, quicker
Who cares if one more light goes out
Well I do

The reminders, pull the floor from your feet
In the kitchen, one more chair than you need, oh
And you’re angry, and you should be, it’s not fair
Just ’cause you can’t see it, doesn’t mean it isn’t there

If they say
Who cares if one more light goes out
In the sky of a million stars
It flickers, flickers
Who cares when someone’s time runs out
If a moment is all we are
Or quicker, quicker
Who cares if one more light goes out
Well I do

Who cares if one more light goes out
In the sky of a million stars
It flickers, flickers
Who cares when someone’s time runs out
If a moment is all we are
Or quicker, quicker
Who cares if one more light goes out
Well I do
Well I do

Writer(s): Francis White . Joseph Hahn . Brad Delson . Robert G. Bourdon . Mike Shinoda . Dave Farrell . Chester Charles Bennington

Song Tribute | The Promise


Chris Cornell | “The Promise”

Chris Cornell a close mate to Chester Bennington who committed suicide on Chris Cornell’s birthday and just short of two months since Chris Cornell’s own suicide. This song will give you a sense of the depth of his soul.

I am playing this Tribute song for Chester Bennington. Next week I continue to honor both their sudden deaths. Two who died too young . too much pain. RIP

The Promise
Sung by Chris Cornell

If I had nothing to my name
But photographs of you
Rescued from the flames
That is all I would ever need
As long as I can read
What’s written on your face
The strength that shines
Behind your eyes
The hope and light
That will never die

And one promise you made
One promise that always remains
No matter the price
A promise to survive
Persevere and thrive
As we’ve always done

And you said
“The poison in a kiss
Is the lie upon the lips”
Truer words were never shared
When I feel
Like lies are all I hear
I pull my memories near
The one thing they can’t take

And one promise you made
One promise that always remains
No matter the price
A promise to survive
Persevere and thrive
As we’ve always done

The books still open on the table
The bells still ringing in the air
The dreams still clinging to the pillow
The songs still singing in a prayer

Now my soul
Is stretching through the roots
To memories of you
Back through time and space
To carry home
The faces and the names
And these photographs of you
Rescued from the flames

And one promise you made
One promise that always remains
No matter the price
A promise to survive
Persevere and thrive
And dare to rise once more
A promise to survive
Persevere and thrive
And fill the world with life
As we’ve always done

Writer: Chris Cornell of Soundgarden
For the film of the same name ‘The Promise’

Jackson Pollock on Art #18

Jackson Pollock Retrospective in Eighteen (18) Parts
Part #18

18-shimmering-jackson-pollock

Shimmering – Jackson Pollock

“Technique
is just
a means
of arriving
at a statement.”

~ ~ ~

“Painting
is
self-discovery.

Every
good artist
paints
what
he is.”

~ ~ ~

“Art is
coming
face to face
with
yourself.”

~ ~ ~

“New needs
need new
techniques.

And
the modern
artists
have found
new ways
and
new means
of making
their statements. . .”

– Jackson Pollock

jackson-pollock-abstract-expressionism

Jackson Pollock

Jackson Pollock

Jackson Pollock (January 28, 1912 – August 11, 1956) was an influential American painter and a major figure in the abstract expressionist movement. Pollock was best known for his unique style of drip painting, never making contact with the canvas. This method has inspired many to try to do their own ‘Pollock’, more to honor than to copy.

Pollock enjoyed considerable fame and was infamous for his notoriety. The major artist of his generation and a recluse, with an erratic personality. He was more than an alcoholic. I conjecture, he suffered from shifting moods. Hypothesis: he was always skating on the edge of bipolar. At least, that is the appearance. Knowing inside what happens outside, I would say the alcohol was a way of self-medicating to remove the haunting darkness.

In 1945, he married the artist Lee Krasner, who became his grounding force. She tried to go with what he needed but his temper was hurtful and cutting; and during his life while married to Krasner, the most difficult behavior for her to bear was his involvement with younger women. So when he wasn’t being a good husband and friend, he was like Greta Garbo, “I want to be alone” or I need to escape from everything. All the while, I would expect, he thought most about getting back to work while feeling he was always being pulled away from it. His soul needed to express what poured forth from the creative forces all around him. He needed to paint.

***In August 1949, Life Magazine ran a leading headline that invoked the question: “Jackson Pollock: Is he the greatest living painter in the United States?” Already famous in the New York art world, Pollock’s artistic reputation was widely known. He was American’s first “Art Star”—with his daring and radical style of painting continuing to change the path of modern art. Pollock was tormented. It plagued the artist throughout his life. I would estimate his tortured soul was driving him toward his obsessive need to paint, a way to express what communed with his soul. It helped orchestrate his wildly passionate innovative art—but still the darkness haunted him. He struggled with self-doubt; and became engaged in a lone battle between needing to express himself and shutting out the world. Pollock was in a downward spiral. It threatened to destroy the grounding his marriage provided with Lee Krasner, his gifted career, and ultimately his life. It ended with Pollock wanting to abandon the world in what appeared to be on a calm and clement summer night in 1956.

During one of his drunken episodes while out drinking with some young women, he was feeling wild inside while driving exceedingly fast, the top down. With a liquor bottle in one hand, he intentionally aimed his car off the road, crossing a field into what appeared to be a maze of trees. There was a crash. Pollock was killed. He was only 44. Cause of his death was declared to be an alcohol-related single-car accident when he was driving.

After Pollock’s death, there were retrospectives created by MoMA (Museum of Modern Art) and The Tate of London. One four months after his death in December 1956, and then some forty years later in 1998 and 1999. His paintings sell now in the nine figures, ex. $140,000,000 for one painting in a relatively recent acquisition. It’s amazing how artists reap the riches for the wealthy investor, whether they enjoy the works they purchase, it really is an investment to appreciate their already obscene fortunes. And we, as a government in the USA [the RePubs], deign to support the arts, wherever they should be found. How screwed up is that? Let the artist suffer. The art will be improved. The message is clear the artist, whether painter, poet, writer, film maker or other forms of art (there are so many forms in which to express art). It scares the shit out of those who think they are the power center. Power is their illusion. The artist, inside, sees the truth, even if it’s not always clarified in the beginning. Meaning grows with its filtering in the minds of those who can see or try to see. Eventually the light shines upon its ever changing interpretations of Truth. – j.kiley

Jackson Pollock on Art #17

Jackson Pollock Retrospective in Eighteen (18) Parts
Part #17

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Number 32 (1950) Jackson Pollock

“I’m very
representational
some of the time,
and a little
all of the time.

But when
you’re painting
out of your
unconscious,
figures
are bound
to emerge.”

~ ~ ~

“It
[abstract art]
should
be enjoyed
just as music
is enjoyed

after a while
you may
like it
or
you
may not.”

– Jackson Pollock

jackson-pollock-abstract-expressionism

Jackson Pollock

Jackson Pollock

Jackson Pollock (January 28, 1912 – August 11, 1956) was an influential American painter and a major figure in the abstract expressionist movement. Pollock was best known for his unique style of drip painting, never making contact with the canvas. This method has inspired many to try to do their own ‘Pollock’, more to honor than to copy.

Pollock enjoyed considerable fame and was infamous for his notoriety. The major artist of his generation and a recluse, with an erratic personality. He was more than an alcoholic. I conjecture, he suffered from shifting moods. Hypothesis: he was always skating on the edge of bipolar. At least, that is the appearance. Knowing inside what happens outside, I would say the alcohol was a way of self-medicating to remove the haunting darkness.

In 1945, he married the artist Lee Krasner, who became his grounding force. She tried to go with what he needed but his temper was hurtful and cutting; and during his life while married to Krasner, the most difficult behavior for her to bear was his involvement with younger women. So when he wasn’t being a good husband and friend, he was like Greta Garbo, “I want to be alone” or I need to escape from everything. All the while, I would expect, he thought most about getting back to work while feeling he was always being pulled away from it. His soul needed to express what poured forth from the creative forces all around him. He needed to paint.

***In August 1949, Life Magazine ran a leading headline that invoked the question: “Jackson Pollock: Is he the greatest living painter in the United States?” Already famous in the New York art world, Pollock’s artistic reputation was widely known. He was American’s first “Art Star”—with his daring and radical style of painting continuing to change the path of modern art. Pollock was tormented. It plagued the artist throughout his life. I would estimate his tortured soul was driving him toward his obsessive need to paint, a way to express what communed with his soul. It helped orchestrate his wildly passionate innovative art—but still the darkness haunted him. He struggled with self-doubt; and became engaged in a lone battle between needing to express himself and shutting out the world. Pollock was in a downward spiral. It threatened to destroy the grounding his marriage provided with Lee Krasner, his gifted career, and ultimately his life. It ended with Pollock wanting to abandon the world in what appeared to be on a calm and clement summer night in 1956.

During one of his drunken episodes while out drinking with some young women, he was feeling wild inside while driving exceedingly fast, the top down. With a liquor bottle in one hand, he intentionally aimed his car off the road, crossing a field into what appeared to be a maze of trees. There was a crash. Pollock was killed. He was only 44. Cause of his death was declared to be an alcohol-related single-car accident when he was driving.

After Pollock’s death, there were retrospectives created by MoMA (Museum of Modern Art) and The Tate of London. One four months after his death in December 1956, and then some forty years later in 1998 and 1999. His paintings sell now in the nine figures, ex. $140,000,000 for one painting in a relatively recent acquisition. It’s amazing how artists reap the riches for the wealthy investor, whether they enjoy the works they purchase, it really is an investment to appreciate their already obscene fortunes. And we, as a government in the USA [the RePubs], deign to support the arts, wherever they should be found. How screwed up is that? Let the artist suffer. The art will be improved. The message is clear the artist, whether painter, poet, writer, film maker or other forms of art (there are so many forms in which to express art). It scares the shit out of those who think they are the power center. Power is their illusion. The artist, inside, sees the truth, even if it’s not always clarified in the beginning. Meaning grows with its filtering in the minds of those who can see or try to see. Eventually the light shines upon its ever changing interpretations of Truth. – j.kiley