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 Notes  Theory of Spectatorship aDiary + Film-North Album (new) I am. ... Keep writing, Anatoly.
updates SummaryPlot is about what happened to me. Story -- about why...QuestionsWhat did happen to you, Anatoly? In short, I was born. And this is a big deal, if you read what I write. Much bigger than my death. Very big. As big as your birth.Notes Bad Subjects, Wrong Theories
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When I started, not only the plot didn't exist, but I even had no thought of it.Now I made Contents and Outline pages.
Alas, in order for me to work on the STORY, I have to work on the PLOT.
That is were the longevity of the book is. You heard about the great stories? Chekhov said that a story must be new and a plot could be absent. I am a believe that the INNER stories are full of events. Nothing could take place outside.
What is important that the machine of the work can't work without a narrative, it's not a poem. It has to be there! Maybe invisible, but than ever stronger!
So, what is it, Anatoly? Selling your soul to Devil in exchange for the gift to see?
How about another look at this story? The Second Death is the end of the soul in the Lake of Fire. Are you ready?
The love story. I met her in the hospital, in the ER. First, came the nurse, the paper work, my medical insurace. Then I had to wait.
She was in her thirties.
My homosexual experience, when I woke up and it wasn't she, but on my shoulder, Lucifer. He missed it, I saw him before he transformed himself to her and said in her voice: "What? A bad dream?"
"I saw you," I said.
"In your dream?" She asked.
"I know who you are," I moved myself away.
"What's wrong?" She-he asked.
"Everything," I said. "Why did you have to do it to me?"
"What did I do?"
I remember, I saw it, his face, with his idiotic beard on my shoulder....
"It's you!"
"Anatoly, please! Don't do it, please. I know that you're stressed up, but don't go mad on me. Please, please!"
She was soft, everything was there, the breasts, the body. Maybe it was a dream...
"Sleep, sleep..."
I took her hand and kissed.
I held it, because I was sure that it will turn into his hand if I keep holding it.
"What? What do you see? Let it go, please. You are hurting me..."
I let it go.
I knew that our relations were over.
"All right," he got from the bed, took the cigarett, and was sitting in the armchair, smoking. He was naked and his penus was big.
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"What's the big deal?" He said.
"It is a big deal for me," I answered.
"So, it did it," Lucifer said. "You are doing it all the time!"
"No, you can't do it to me!" I cried.
"Wake up! Wake up!" And he slapped me on the face. He got up and slapped me on the face and then got back to the armchair, smoking, with his big dick under the light of the floor lamp.
"Do you really think that every time you sleep with a woman, you are having sex with a woman?"
I hate when anybody drop the cigarett ashes on the floor. He knew it and he did to get me, dropping the ashes on the floor.
"Don't you know that some of them only look like women? Hello? Don't you know anything?"
"Go away," I said. "You are dead."
Did I tell you that Devil could be bad? Satan, I mean, is no good.
"Anatoly, what do you see? You are crying," she wipped the tears from my face. "What is it? It's me. I am here."
[ no, I don't like this story... ]
@2000-2001-2002 film-north
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2005-2006 Theatre UAF Season: Four Farces + One Funeral & Godot'06
Film-North * Anatoly Antohin
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