the footage failed a a primal level to instill the kind of wonder that the reporter wanted fro this feature. It was banal, it was pedestrian, no one would be interested. He wished he had spent less tiem watcing reality tv and more time watching quality documentaries, it might have helped him film more authentic footage. Too late now, the shot was ruined.
lina
He took another gulp of his drink and asked an odd question that had been on his mind. “So… if carpenters get paid by the foot… Do male porn actors get paid by the inch?”
His friends sat in stunned silence for a moment before erupting into riotous drunken laughter.
Take these minute scenes of my life and stick them behind the lens of a camera. Tell me what do you see? Do you see the moments of clarity in my eyes? Can you stop to see the sink running at work and know you could paint that scene with the soul eyes can’t see… I can see the heart in the places I’ve been. They emanate from those everyday chores.
masked habit
The flash, the moment it became real, over and over and over. The cries of the people, looking up. The jumpers. The collapse. A woman’s shoe, lying in the dust.
You learned that time stops at the edge of a black hole. Loop the footage, and the footage loops you, too.
i already did this one, so i’m just going to be random. hi, pie, my, tie, lie, shy, die, guy, rye, sci-fi, what. is. up.
eden
footage is important in dancing, if this is the right definition for it. i like dancing and i’m really good at it, too.
eden
Footage rolling through the rusted, worn out Polaroid my mother bought me. Footage of you. You and everything I had ever loved. The moments I wish I could keep forever, but I can’t. I lost the footage in our fight four months back..
Eris
I’m flipping through old footage on my computer. Click, type, keyboard shortcut, click. I see your smile and hear your laugh, and I can’t help but rewind. “spacebar,” “j,” “spacebar.”
he shot the footage from 10 feet away
the girl looked at him, and he said “look away”
“don’t look at the camera”
“pretend it’s not there”
but it wasn’t the camera
she was worried about
Footage is proof. The evidence needed for belief. Somehow seeing erases doubts and entrenches beliefs. What fools we are to think that sight is the only sense immune from misinterpretation
Mike
He shifted his body weight for
a split second and I
swore he would
lose his
footage
and I didn’t want
to end up letting him
fall this time
and when he ended up
falling anyways
I let him drag
me down
the cliff
with him
because I just
wanted him
to be
there.
-a.d.r.
Arianna Reiley
picture
people
happy
smile
black and white
frame
model
sanja
My mind has captured too much footage. It’s all crammed together to form one never ending film. And I guess that film could be considered my life.
The footage was enough to shock me, but I didn’t want to believe what the camera had made so difficult to deny. It had to be a misunderstanding, I figured – something that had a perfectly innocent explanation. That was so much easier to believe than the idea that I had been duped all these years. It was just easier to pull the wool over my eyes and pretend that this hadn’t happened. This couldn’t POSSIBLY be happening. I felt sick to my stomach and handed the cellphone back to the stranger. “I don’t believe it.”
one time in school after my two hour lunch block because i didnt have a third period, i went back into brandon arnolds rooma dn watch some of the footage we had shot for the oddysey,
Zakari Novotny
capturing you. everything about you. the way you seem so tense. going back over it, remember the way it was so difficult, so indecent, yet so perfectly flawed.
it makes it all less difficult to remember now.
cassandra novotny
and He quickly lost his footage and fell deeper and deeper into his mind, the thought of being still sitting on the ground with your back straight and still you’re falling faster and faster frightened him, but he decided not to think about it, just to breathe.
Eddie
There is so much footage in the national film archives, a lot of it in black and whie. a lot of footage from both film and TV is deleted film that has never been seen. Together with this, there is also considerable footage of crime s on CCTV.
Jane Henfrey
when I saw the footage, my heart sunk
your hand was holding my heart as
i fell to your knees and asked you
to please stay the words that slay
the soul of me and thee, with your eyes
of crystalline; pure, behold, i have given
ye everything and nothing and now
with all my efforts crumbling, i descend
into and out of the homesickness crawling
Gregory Colview
No one knows the squared footage of the soul…it can not be measured pruely via science.
In actual square footage, he took up more than his fair share. Not only was he a large and heavy man, whenever he sat, he sprawled. He was like a walrus beached in his La-Z-Boy.
The footage was found among the wreckage of the used antique children’s toy shop. No one thought the circus should have been there in the first place, but I guess they, like everyone else in the city, had a penchant for used antique children’s toys. It was surprising the shop had done so well considering the niche market they were trying to fill, but that’s beside the point. The president had been there once, and it was something on his camera phone everyone need to see. The toys, they— well, that’s all you get, that’s my time.
it could be a memory. Or a new perception. It shows us worlds we’ve never seen before. Childhood memories. Memories. Destruction.
Erin
The camera followed the figure into the mist. Like a snake, it followed, smoothly, quietly. Never wavering from its task – to capture the pure essence of the scene. The mystery, in sight, but never truly caught.
The camera followed the slender figure into the mist. Like a snake, it followed quietly, smoothly. Capturing the pure essence of it’s surroundings. The figure up ahead mysterious, almost unseen.
Anna Elizabeth
All eyes were focus on the accident that cause the crash of the Airplane two weeks ago. The search continued all duing the night for any video footage that might be captured on the servalence cameras in the area.
A piece of me tells me to keep you. To hold on to you. Of course, that’s because we had this memory so why not keep it right? But this same piece haunts me. It screams out dreams that I don’t want to dream. Therefore, I don’t know what to do with you…
Bobert
Pull the camera out of your pocket, you don’t want to miss this. In fact, don’t miss anything. That way, you have it. Don’t you want to have it?
Footage is something normally use as a slang in day to day life. Friends say it in a casual conversation which doesn’t always mean anything. It is just a way of saying something in a fun way. I say it you say it to friends or companions. It usually is said to a person who flies too high with pride or who acts all pricey.
Nidhima
footage of the world. facebook gathering notes on everyone, digital footage. google… google, maps, footage of the world for us to see so they can see footage of us. footprint footage. movies, tv, advertising. ADVERTISING + FOOTAGE
India
We saw live footage of the crime on TV. Everytime we saw its aftermath but this was the first time that it was live and raw. Half the family puked again and again. Such a raw display of crime was unfathomable.
The activity was repetitve and rebuking.
Dreaming Tripper
A footage. I see somebody filming a footage. I didn’t know what, but I knew it was beautiful.
Footages are created for one of the greatest ways to view true and conceptual art: visual art.
Nach Suphakawanich
You only need a little to tell a long story;
ElPresident
It was just a snap shot. One small moment in a sea of time. But he captured it well. Every muscle twitch, every bat of the eyelid, every drop of sweat that slid down that dirty, blood stained check. He captured it all.
I have some good footage of the Mississippi River that Dad shot back in the ’60s. The problem is that it’s on 8mm film and I don’t have a projector. I’d love to look at that reel of film someday soon. It’s probably not as good as I remember, but it’s our family from so long ago.
The rolling rack rolled away, carrying back flashes of unfolding light, backward into the darkened coils. A bearded man stumbled across rocks, shouldering all the individual iterations of creation, illuminated scales of a black serpent strung up in the gears of the box under his arm. Slithered, it did, away into the past. And with it took the present, a long line of mute corpses, posed in effigy by a blind mortician, small in the wheels.
I tapped the pile of DVD’s before sliding them across the desk. “Here’s the footage from last night at ten, twelve, and one.”
He blinked. “What about eleven?”
“The manager didn’t bring it.”
He groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose in irritation. “And you didn’t think to tell me this earlier?”
I rolled my eyes before turning back to my desk. “Check your messages, Richard; I told you fifteen minutes after he left.”
.
the footage failed a a primal level to instill the kind of wonder that the reporter wanted fro this feature. It was banal, it was pedestrian, no one would be interested. He wished he had spent less tiem watcing reality tv and more time watching quality documentaries, it might have helped him film more authentic footage. Too late now, the shot was ruined.
He took another gulp of his drink and asked an odd question that had been on his mind. “So… if carpenters get paid by the foot… Do male porn actors get paid by the inch?”
His friends sat in stunned silence for a moment before erupting into riotous drunken laughter.
“Hey, I’ve always wanted to know!!”
Take these minute scenes of my life and stick them behind the lens of a camera. Tell me what do you see? Do you see the moments of clarity in my eyes? Can you stop to see the sink running at work and know you could paint that scene with the soul eyes can’t see… I can see the heart in the places I’ve been. They emanate from those everyday chores.
The flash, the moment it became real, over and over and over. The cries of the people, looking up. The jumpers. The collapse. A woman’s shoe, lying in the dust.
You learned that time stops at the edge of a black hole. Loop the footage, and the footage loops you, too.
i already did this one, so i’m just going to be random. hi, pie, my, tie, lie, shy, die, guy, rye, sci-fi, what. is. up.
footage is important in dancing, if this is the right definition for it. i like dancing and i’m really good at it, too.
Footage rolling through the rusted, worn out Polaroid my mother bought me. Footage of you. You and everything I had ever loved. The moments I wish I could keep forever, but I can’t. I lost the footage in our fight four months back..
I’m flipping through old footage on my computer. Click, type, keyboard shortcut, click. I see your smile and hear your laugh, and I can’t help but rewind. “spacebar,” “j,” “spacebar.”
I miss you.
he shot the footage from 10 feet away
the girl looked at him, and he said “look away”
“don’t look at the camera”
“pretend it’s not there”
but it wasn’t the camera
she was worried about
my most precious item is a footage of my vacation with my family……..
those are my happy times…….
of god:
not found.
not that that
ever stopped anybody.
Footage is proof. The evidence needed for belief. Somehow seeing erases doubts and entrenches beliefs. What fools we are to think that sight is the only sense immune from misinterpretation
He shifted his body weight for
a split second and I
swore he would
lose his
footage
and I didn’t want
to end up letting him
fall this time
and when he ended up
falling anyways
I let him drag
me down
the cliff
with him
because I just
wanted him
to be
there.
-a.d.r.
picture
people
happy
smile
black and white
frame
model
My mind has captured too much footage. It’s all crammed together to form one never ending film. And I guess that film could be considered my life.
The footage was enough to shock me, but I didn’t want to believe what the camera had made so difficult to deny. It had to be a misunderstanding, I figured – something that had a perfectly innocent explanation. That was so much easier to believe than the idea that I had been duped all these years. It was just easier to pull the wool over my eyes and pretend that this hadn’t happened. This couldn’t POSSIBLY be happening. I felt sick to my stomach and handed the cellphone back to the stranger. “I don’t believe it.”
one time in school after my two hour lunch block because i didnt have a third period, i went back into brandon arnolds rooma dn watch some of the footage we had shot for the oddysey,
capturing you. everything about you. the way you seem so tense. going back over it, remember the way it was so difficult, so indecent, yet so perfectly flawed.
it makes it all less difficult to remember now.
and He quickly lost his footage and fell deeper and deeper into his mind, the thought of being still sitting on the ground with your back straight and still you’re falling faster and faster frightened him, but he decided not to think about it, just to breathe.
There is so much footage in the national film archives, a lot of it in black and whie. a lot of footage from both film and TV is deleted film that has never been seen. Together with this, there is also considerable footage of crime s on CCTV.
when I saw the footage, my heart sunk
your hand was holding my heart as
i fell to your knees and asked you
to please stay the words that slay
the soul of me and thee, with your eyes
of crystalline; pure, behold, i have given
ye everything and nothing and now
with all my efforts crumbling, i descend
into and out of the homesickness crawling
No one knows the squared footage of the soul…it can not be measured pruely via science.
In actual square footage, he took up more than his fair share. Not only was he a large and heavy man, whenever he sat, he sprawled. He was like a walrus beached in his La-Z-Boy.
The footage was found among the wreckage of the used antique children’s toy shop. No one thought the circus should have been there in the first place, but I guess they, like everyone else in the city, had a penchant for used antique children’s toys. It was surprising the shop had done so well considering the niche market they were trying to fill, but that’s beside the point. The president had been there once, and it was something on his camera phone everyone need to see. The toys, they— well, that’s all you get, that’s my time.
it could be a memory. Or a new perception. It shows us worlds we’ve never seen before. Childhood memories. Memories. Destruction.
The camera followed the figure into the mist. Like a snake, it followed, smoothly, quietly. Never wavering from its task – to capture the pure essence of the scene. The mystery, in sight, but never truly caught.
The camera followed the slender figure into the mist. Like a snake, it followed quietly, smoothly. Capturing the pure essence of it’s surroundings. The figure up ahead mysterious, almost unseen.
All eyes were focus on the accident that cause the crash of the Airplane two weeks ago. The search continued all duing the night for any video footage that might be captured on the servalence cameras in the area.
A piece of me tells me to keep you. To hold on to you. Of course, that’s because we had this memory so why not keep it right? But this same piece haunts me. It screams out dreams that I don’t want to dream. Therefore, I don’t know what to do with you…
Pull the camera out of your pocket, you don’t want to miss this. In fact, don’t miss anything. That way, you have it. Don’t you want to have it?
Footage is something normally use as a slang in day to day life. Friends say it in a casual conversation which doesn’t always mean anything. It is just a way of saying something in a fun way. I say it you say it to friends or companions. It usually is said to a person who flies too high with pride or who acts all pricey.
footage of the world. facebook gathering notes on everyone, digital footage. google… google, maps, footage of the world for us to see so they can see footage of us. footprint footage. movies, tv, advertising. ADVERTISING + FOOTAGE
We saw live footage of the crime on TV. Everytime we saw its aftermath but this was the first time that it was live and raw. Half the family puked again and again. Such a raw display of crime was unfathomable.
The activity was repetitve and rebuking.
A footage. I see somebody filming a footage. I didn’t know what, but I knew it was beautiful.
Footages are created for one of the greatest ways to view true and conceptual art: visual art.
You only need a little to tell a long story;
It was just a snap shot. One small moment in a sea of time. But he captured it well. Every muscle twitch, every bat of the eyelid, every drop of sweat that slid down that dirty, blood stained check. He captured it all.
I have some good footage of the Mississippi River that Dad shot back in the ’60s. The problem is that it’s on 8mm film and I don’t have a projector. I’d love to look at that reel of film someday soon. It’s probably not as good as I remember, but it’s our family from so long ago.
The rolling rack rolled away, carrying back flashes of unfolding light, backward into the darkened coils. A bearded man stumbled across rocks, shouldering all the individual iterations of creation, illuminated scales of a black serpent strung up in the gears of the box under his arm. Slithered, it did, away into the past. And with it took the present, a long line of mute corpses, posed in effigy by a blind mortician, small in the wheels.
I tapped the pile of DVD’s before sliding them across the desk. “Here’s the footage from last night at ten, twelve, and one.”
He blinked. “What about eleven?”
“The manager didn’t bring it.”
He groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose in irritation. “And you didn’t think to tell me this earlier?”
I rolled my eyes before turning back to my desk. “Check your messages, Richard; I told you fifteen minutes after he left.”