Because whenever I watch On the Waterfront, I'm chilled to the soul. All of my adult life, I've lived that famous line: “You don’t understand! I coulda had class. I coulda been a contender. I could’ve been somebody, instead of a bum which is what I am...”
"Why SilenZ?"
Because You Can't Tell By Looking At Me. Chronic Pain is an invisible disability. And unless I choose to tell you, it's silent.
I used to move like a dancer. I used to be a dancer. Inside, I still dance. Outside, I do the stillness dance. I've always been a writer.
My personal dance with pain reminds me of the actress Louise Brooks. It's subtle and cannot be separated from the physical. My own life feels like perfection, like Pandora's Box.
“The Vision blurs. Who’s in control here, anyway? As Louise Brooks dances across the screen, I cannot believe this is what GW Pabst had in mind — but by all accounts, it is. Pabst had a dancer’s eye, and Brooks --whether she admitted it or not-- followed his “choreography” very well. Pandora’s Box is the perfect blend of Vision and Form. Its power is locked deep inside the cadence of its whole — writing, direction, acting, shadow. In this case, I cannot separate actress from director. It’s as though the two are blended into something better, something pure. The image almost explodes off the screen at times. (This “purity,” for lack of a better word, is also evident in Diary of a Lost Girl as it now exists.) If silents had been allowed to exist for even ten more years, we’d be speaking another film language now — perhaps a hybrid of shadow and dance? Pandora’s Box really should have ushered in an era of silence perfected..."
My pain has now lived longer than the heyday of silent film. It has attained its perfection.
Now, I'm giving it a voice.
©2007 SilenZ
My pain has now lived longer than the heyday of silent film. It has attained its perfection.
Now, I'm giving it a voice.
©2007 SilenZ

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