His sharp call of her name, a tug on her arm, and he pulled her away, away from the slivers of glass and collapsed pieces of wood and broken melody. That’s all he heard, a broken melody, various notes that no longer form a tune.
Somehow, the discordant sounds of the broken musicbox reminded him of his brother, the way he hummed in the shower, random tunes scattered here and there, like an indecisive heap of notes that stuck together.
How so much like him and her together. They were both broken notes, broken tunes, but somehow they managed to stick together all the same.
Like fragments of photos that somehow was able to find common boundaries… As if the photographer knew how to cut to make them fit in the most fitting way. They were just meant to be together
“Isn’t that absolutely beautiful! A montage of the pics that were taken last spring, with the flowers in bloom and so much new life coming into being!”
“It certainly is beautiful. We never knew that it was going to lead to this. We had so much hope.”
a collection of short clips and creates a laps in time. usually showing an accomplishment in the film medium. It was created in russia
nick j
A montage… it is filled with memories. Maybe memories that made you cry. Maybe memories that made you angry. Or it could be those little memories that don’t mean a thing to anybody else but you… and inside you get that warm fuzzy feeling that you felt when those memories were created. Memories you will not ever forget.
A montage seems a little weird and sentimental. It is like you can’t let go of whatever you are making a montage about. It seem too reminesisent. I wouldn’t make one about anything.
She poured over the montage of photographs on the album’s page – the smiling faces, the glowing expressions – everyone looked so happy. She traced a long fingernail over one particular face – that girl looked so joyful, so carefree, how could that have only been one year ago? How could everything have gone so unbearably wrong?
alison cross
montage, i sung one once. was elevated above the bed of a dying woman, like an angel as a seronaded her life. she was crying and on the evening of the last show so was i. salt spilled from my eyes as a fumbled out the foregin words.
evalael
the great thing about montages is variety – its beautiful to see how so many different things can work together to express one idea. perhaps we should take a cue, as people.
kofi
a montage of moments flash within your mind. images of your life, from first kisses to final goodbyes, simple moments to greatest accomplishments. take a good, hard look. if a montage of your life played before your eyes, would you be satisfied?
Her face sparkled. A thousand diamonds lighting her up like a heavenly thunderstorm. With sparkly eyes she walked, unaware of everyone and everything. Beautiful snowflakes landed on her face, making it look like a montage of different types of precious stones.
the pictures, gathered in a montage spread on the table, now splayed across the lawn, fluttering among blades of grass. i sat on the cold ground.
izzy
There was a montage of photographs on the bulletin board in front of Melissa’s chair. There she was, shopping with Grace for their prom dresses. Kissing her boyfriend goodnight outside of her house. Helping her mother in the garden. Clearly, the person who had brought her here had wanted her to know he had been watching her for some time, probably to scare her. Well, it was certainly working.
its a weird feelings a weird great way to get everyone’s efforts into one 30 second clip. it unites like how the UN does for the world. or maybe that was a bad way to describe it. maybe there isn’t a way to describe it. maybe its a just a word to describe a bunch of things mashed up together. Who knows. All I DO know is that its great and its needed to help unite us that much more.
Antonio Gonzalez
you know how fake it is
but its not at the same time. It’s just a bunch of guys pieced toegether and thats what it is, no sense, is all, and it is pretense, you know, nothing more than that. thats how it is. shoot and they fall. that aint no montage.
Irina
Montage your body stands
montage of your looks in my brain
make me go insane
filled with happiness i am because of the montage of you.
life can be made up of a montage only u can fill it.
I always pray for an image of my future life but God has already set me up Heres the montage.
MG
A montage is like a collection of pictures or something that form a whole piece. An example would be like a powerpoint presentation that contains a bunch of pictures of your family or something. The word makes me think of “mountain” because it looks similar. I think the French word to “mountain” is similar to this. I’m not quite sure. Is a montage something like a collage? Makes me think of a collection of magazine scraps to make a whole picture like a mosaic. I don’t really know much about this word.
I don’t know that I even remember what a montage is …. does … or whatever. Is this the word for a conglomeration of scraps of memories for mobiles or other collective art? Oh wait … does that make any sense? Oops … out of time … :(
In the montage I am seen as an unrecognizable personality. It was flattering that they wanted me on the album cover, but I was not aware that I was to be the only one who wasn’t famous.
A montage is piecing lots of little clips together in a film. I can’t think of many examples of a montage. But, my friend makes them. I like the little indie montages that I have “StumbledUpon.”
yu
I drove down that highway so fast, all I could comprehend was a montage of billboards.
The montage is always something I hate, they always include it and I hate it, it makes me sad and I hate feeling sad. Don’t make me cry, I hate it when you make me cry. I know they are dead, I know they aren’t as cute now as they were when they were kids but for gods’ sake don’t make a montage.
The Montage Hotel in Laguna Beach sits atop the cliffs overlooking the Pacific. I walked with Susan that day hand in hand, as the sunset spread a montage of colors across the horizon.
Frank Pray
I was rubbish at this thing, then suddenly time slipped and I only remember a few seconds of practicing each element of this thing. Then I was repeating those elements, again for only a few seconds each time, only now I was a bit better but still not great. I went on to complete these things three times and then I was suddenly good at this thing which previously I was rubbish at. Strangely the whole process took only seconds to take place, though a lot of time had actually passed.
A montage of your life can flash before your eyes, they say, right before it’s the end. What will your montage say about you? Were you a good person, a good friend. Or were you a bad person who was selfish and only out for yourself. Well now is your chance, the rest of your life, to change what you’ll see in that final montage of your life.
Alaska
The picture flashes across the screen. Then the next. Then there are a thousand of them, more or less, at the same time. And then there’s the light. The doctor’s are talking and I am shaking. Being awoken. One more time. I guess I will survive.
Bryan
Montage is the period before the summer season at eurocamp. I would have done it this year if i wasnt at uni. It sounds fun because there’s no customers and it’s just chilling out with friends and drinking and smoking at night and in the day it putting up tents which is probably less fun but ok if you’re with nice people.
elena willson
Montage. Picture montages! Millions of little memories encarnated into paper. Nostalgia. Many stages of life mixed together and making one think about the life they’re living now. Sometimes a happy child can have a very sad future, you never know.
Alexis
I LOVE montages! It’s where you have like a video reel of something going on. I remember writing about a montage. It’s like when you watch something and there are clips of time passing and speeds up the process of time passing on movies and such but they have music to make it seem like a short time.
something an editor avoids at all costs, the dreaded video montage.
a pastiche of images set to music to give the sense of elapsed time. I hate the montage.
francis
what the hell does montage mean?
Chrissy
chasing chickens … doing pull-ups … angry trainer shouting “encouragement” … cheesy ’80s soundttrack … going for the burn .. punching air … climbing steps ..
Dev
short clips love it in that movie where they make a montage that is a little bit of a mockery of of montage. i think it is called sweet something. i would like to make a montage of people getting out of cabs in very awkward ways. i think that would be hilarious.
basd
The montage of images flitted across the screen; now rabbits mating, now elephants being dissected; now the birthing dance of the lark. And in the dark projection room, she leaned in close; he took off her glasses, and they watched.
So here I am are you ready?Common let me hold you. I hate this feeling. It’s raining, is it a sign?Is it raining because I’m crying on the inside?I am quite aware that we’re dying, but here I am so take me and don’t let go…Happy birthday Bla bla bla
Ioana
My life is but a montage of dull events, pieced together to the point where they do not make a bit of sense. I couldn’t possibly be this flippant. For the world has yet to see what I will do.
Cort
There is something both satisfying and unsatisfying about montages. There is this great compaction of information but it feels as if much of the work was done by someone else. Yet almost everything we do is a montage of what we find around us: art, ideas, sound, color, shape, texture etc…
Zukey Jones
Montage; can be photos, images, suppose it could be words – wonder what you’d finish up with? would it be a poem or prose? and where could you go with it afterwards?
streaming images and memories reflected. bits and pieces that, together, show a narrative over time. sometimes i see them in my head during important moments, like my college graduation
Life is montage of events good and bad. I always think it’s better to paste the good happy events over the painful ones. Who really wants to constantly review reminders of events from the past that we need to forget and move beyond>
His sharp call of her name, a tug on her arm, and he pulled her away, away from the slivers of glass and collapsed pieces of wood and broken melody. That’s all he heard, a broken melody, various notes that no longer form a tune.
Somehow, the discordant sounds of the broken musicbox reminded him of his brother, the way he hummed in the shower, random tunes scattered here and there, like an indecisive heap of notes that stuck together.
How so much like him and her together. They were both broken notes, broken tunes, but somehow they managed to stick together all the same.
Like fragments of photos that somehow was able to find common boundaries… As if the photographer knew how to cut to make them fit in the most fitting way. They were just meant to be together
“Isn’t that absolutely beautiful! A montage of the pics that were taken last spring, with the flowers in bloom and so much new life coming into being!”
“It certainly is beautiful. We never knew that it was going to lead to this. We had so much hope.”
whats a montage?
a collection of short clips and creates a laps in time. usually showing an accomplishment in the film medium. It was created in russia
A montage… it is filled with memories. Maybe memories that made you cry. Maybe memories that made you angry. Or it could be those little memories that don’t mean a thing to anybody else but you… and inside you get that warm fuzzy feeling that you felt when those memories were created. Memories you will not ever forget.
A montage seems a little weird and sentimental. It is like you can’t let go of whatever you are making a montage about. It seem too reminesisent. I wouldn’t make one about anything.
She poured over the montage of photographs on the album’s page – the smiling faces, the glowing expressions – everyone looked so happy. She traced a long fingernail over one particular face – that girl looked so joyful, so carefree, how could that have only been one year ago? How could everything have gone so unbearably wrong?
montage, i sung one once. was elevated above the bed of a dying woman, like an angel as a seronaded her life. she was crying and on the evening of the last show so was i. salt spilled from my eyes as a fumbled out the foregin words.
the great thing about montages is variety – its beautiful to see how so many different things can work together to express one idea. perhaps we should take a cue, as people.
a montage of moments flash within your mind. images of your life, from first kisses to final goodbyes, simple moments to greatest accomplishments. take a good, hard look. if a montage of your life played before your eyes, would you be satisfied?
Her face sparkled. A thousand diamonds lighting her up like a heavenly thunderstorm. With sparkly eyes she walked, unaware of everyone and everything. Beautiful snowflakes landed on her face, making it look like a montage of different types of precious stones.
the pictures, gathered in a montage spread on the table, now splayed across the lawn, fluttering among blades of grass. i sat on the cold ground.
There was a montage of photographs on the bulletin board in front of Melissa’s chair. There she was, shopping with Grace for their prom dresses. Kissing her boyfriend goodnight outside of her house. Helping her mother in the garden. Clearly, the person who had brought her here had wanted her to know he had been watching her for some time, probably to scare her. Well, it was certainly working.
its a weird feelings a weird great way to get everyone’s efforts into one 30 second clip. it unites like how the UN does for the world. or maybe that was a bad way to describe it. maybe there isn’t a way to describe it. maybe its a just a word to describe a bunch of things mashed up together. Who knows. All I DO know is that its great and its needed to help unite us that much more.
you know how fake it is
but its not at the same time. It’s just a bunch of guys pieced toegether and thats what it is, no sense, is all, and it is pretense, you know, nothing more than that. thats how it is. shoot and they fall. that aint no montage.
Montage your body stands
montage of your looks in my brain
make me go insane
filled with happiness i am because of the montage of you.
life can be made up of a montage only u can fill it.
I always pray for an image of my future life but God has already set me up Heres the montage.
A montage is like a collection of pictures or something that form a whole piece. An example would be like a powerpoint presentation that contains a bunch of pictures of your family or something. The word makes me think of “mountain” because it looks similar. I think the French word to “mountain” is similar to this. I’m not quite sure. Is a montage something like a collage? Makes me think of a collection of magazine scraps to make a whole picture like a mosaic. I don’t really know much about this word.
I don’t know that I even remember what a montage is …. does … or whatever. Is this the word for a conglomeration of scraps of memories for mobiles or other collective art? Oh wait … does that make any sense? Oops … out of time … :(
In the montage I am seen as an unrecognizable personality. It was flattering that they wanted me on the album cover, but I was not aware that I was to be the only one who wasn’t famous.
A montage is piecing lots of little clips together in a film. I can’t think of many examples of a montage. But, my friend makes them. I like the little indie montages that I have “StumbledUpon.”
I drove down that highway so fast, all I could comprehend was a montage of billboards.
Sewed together with horse hair.
The montage is always something I hate, they always include it and I hate it, it makes me sad and I hate feeling sad. Don’t make me cry, I hate it when you make me cry. I know they are dead, I know they aren’t as cute now as they were when they were kids but for gods’ sake don’t make a montage.
The Montage Hotel in Laguna Beach sits atop the cliffs overlooking the Pacific. I walked with Susan that day hand in hand, as the sunset spread a montage of colors across the horizon.
I was rubbish at this thing, then suddenly time slipped and I only remember a few seconds of practicing each element of this thing. Then I was repeating those elements, again for only a few seconds each time, only now I was a bit better but still not great. I went on to complete these things three times and then I was suddenly good at this thing which previously I was rubbish at. Strangely the whole process took only seconds to take place, though a lot of time had actually passed.
A montage of your life can flash before your eyes, they say, right before it’s the end. What will your montage say about you? Were you a good person, a good friend. Or were you a bad person who was selfish and only out for yourself. Well now is your chance, the rest of your life, to change what you’ll see in that final montage of your life.
The picture flashes across the screen. Then the next. Then there are a thousand of them, more or less, at the same time. And then there’s the light. The doctor’s are talking and I am shaking. Being awoken. One more time. I guess I will survive.
Montage is the period before the summer season at eurocamp. I would have done it this year if i wasnt at uni. It sounds fun because there’s no customers and it’s just chilling out with friends and drinking and smoking at night and in the day it putting up tents which is probably less fun but ok if you’re with nice people.
Montage. Picture montages! Millions of little memories encarnated into paper. Nostalgia. Many stages of life mixed together and making one think about the life they’re living now. Sometimes a happy child can have a very sad future, you never know.
I LOVE montages! It’s where you have like a video reel of something going on. I remember writing about a montage. It’s like when you watch something and there are clips of time passing and speeds up the process of time passing on movies and such but they have music to make it seem like a short time.
something an editor avoids at all costs, the dreaded video montage.
a pastiche of images set to music to give the sense of elapsed time. I hate the montage.
what the hell does montage mean?
chasing chickens … doing pull-ups … angry trainer shouting “encouragement” … cheesy ’80s soundttrack … going for the burn .. punching air … climbing steps ..
short clips love it in that movie where they make a montage that is a little bit of a mockery of of montage. i think it is called sweet something. i would like to make a montage of people getting out of cabs in very awkward ways. i think that would be hilarious.
The montage of images flitted across the screen; now rabbits mating, now elephants being dissected; now the birthing dance of the lark. And in the dark projection room, she leaned in close; he took off her glasses, and they watched.
So here I am are you ready?Common let me hold you. I hate this feeling. It’s raining, is it a sign?Is it raining because I’m crying on the inside?I am quite aware that we’re dying, but here I am so take me and don’t let go…Happy birthday Bla bla bla
My life is but a montage of dull events, pieced together to the point where they do not make a bit of sense. I couldn’t possibly be this flippant. For the world has yet to see what I will do.
There is something both satisfying and unsatisfying about montages. There is this great compaction of information but it feels as if much of the work was done by someone else. Yet almost everything we do is a montage of what we find around us: art, ideas, sound, color, shape, texture etc…
Montage; can be photos, images, suppose it could be words – wonder what you’d finish up with? would it be a poem or prose? and where could you go with it afterwards?
streaming images and memories reflected. bits and pieces that, together, show a narrative over time. sometimes i see them in my head during important moments, like my college graduation
Life is montage of events good and bad. I always think it’s better to paste the good happy events over the painful ones. Who really wants to constantly review reminders of events from the past that we need to forget and move beyond>