Model Behavior

[Brad Rose]

I get so nervous when I point the camera at you. Your radio eyes filled with blue static, hourglass figure without minutes or hours,  your silver necklace drooping like hanged men's heads.

 

As I shoot, I think, It’s surprising what we choose to keep, to save.

 

Although I've said nothing, you admonish me, "Be quiet.  You’re just the cameraman, you’re not really here.”

 

Then, like a school girl, you cock your head, as if contemplating a Salvador Dali at the MOMA, and with complete innocence, ask, "Do I have to  use my REAL name?"

[Mike Handley]

Excellent, Brad.

[Brad Rose]

Thanks Sandra.  You are very kind.  I'm still committed to exploring this brief format and to do my best in as short a space as possible.  

[Sandra Davies]

Brad, I find it interesting the extent to which our writing behaviour comes to us fromm outwith our intentions.   Do not, I beg you, denigrate what you do here and elsewhere so very well.   I should love to get this much back story, front story, character, plot and insinuation into so little, but I am (apparently) a serial serialiser and can rarely even bring a story to a close in thirty episodes, never mind six sentences. 

Carry on yamming.

[Brad Rose]

Thanks very much, Bill. I much appreciate the compliment. 

I continue to have these little movie scenes flash into my head---always driven by the words of course---but still these seem to be complete, whole,  little dramatic scenes.  I feel a little guilty that I can't seem to string more of them (i.e. the sentences) into something longer and more narratively sustained, but alas, this is the most I can seem to accomplish: 6 sentence miniature fiction pieces, with lots of implied back story.  I sometimes feel like a 16th century painter of Dutch miniatures...toiling away at an art form that will become broadly recognized  only centuries after my death.   Oh well...like Popeye said 'I yam what I yam.' Or in this case, "I write only what I am able to write."  Thanks again.