Assignment: Kinetic Type Animation

Description: Create an expressive typographic animation containing verse/lyrics (10-12 lines) of your own writing. the 20 second animation will be exectued using After Effects.

So I went through some old poetry and lyrics looking for something I didn’t hate. I didn’t find much, to be honest. Most of it is either really bad, overly long, or far too short to meet the requirements and I’m not feeling particularly lyrical or poetic lately, so I don’t know what I’m going to do.

Here are the old poems I found that I considered using either parts of or expanding on:

Untitled 1:

Drowning
Abstract lonliness
“Why did you call?”
You’re right. 
I shouldn’t have

Passing
Heartsick emptiness
“In the purely physical sense of things…”
Maybe you’re right…
But I can’t walk away.

Darkening
Mournful Hatred
“I had hopes and dreams before I had you.”
It’s not like I asked to be born.
I’ve tried my hardest…

Disconnected
Endless isolation
“I only want to be around him.”
Maybe that’s how it should be.
I’m part of the rest of the world…

Aren’t I?
(May 1, 2003)

Tanka: Butterfly
(Adding to this would change the format – it was written as a tanka, so I’m not really thrilled about changing it since it was so painstakingly arranged to begin with, but whatever)

Your hands released me
And I flew inside of you
I nested in your heart
Waiting to be reborn
Longing to feel your touch again
(September 23, 2009)

Haiku: Revelations: still reeling

Revelations on
a red-tinted horizon
Halo round a ball
of burning gas. I admit
it, you had me fooled.
(Oct 4, 2009)

Freeverse: Derelict, Distracted

Lazily licking corners of perception
Feline-esque in presentation, and brilliant like the sunrise
It begins,
Drifting in and out of this conscious state of self-awareness

Served up, preformed ideals
and I’m wishing the limits weren’t so tight.
Violent thrashing in heavy pulsation
Beat, pause. beat, pause.
But faster, rushing, strobing frenzy

Volume increase and
left with a stalking feeling.

Receding prey and washed out post-high exhaustion.
October 2009

Unfinished lyrical snippets of various lengths:

1:
More in face, than in name
Take this pride away and let me fall
A gift for one so weary
I surrender
To take the blame
Of this parade
And may the waves just pull me under

These scars so deep that none can see
The truth that lies between you and me.

—-

2:
And all this time spinning round
In circles of my own design
Streamlined screaming of your name
Nothing will ever feel the same

What do I do when the music inside me dies?
When you rip my feet out from under me?

—-

Atroquinine, My Love

Drowning in blue
Drowning in you
Atroquinine poison
Telltale color of your eyes.

15 minutes to love
This bitter taste of you.

I played the fool for you.
Blindly I would fall
Into blue

Never felt the rapture.
Never the release.
These chains in which you hold my heart
Are cutting way too deep

A letter, a name
Nothing ties me to you like the blood in my veins

These chains
Binding my heart
A whisper of release

Your name

Darkness, descent
My words lost
Black on empty white
Illegible by the sun’s light.

Then I have maybe this one piece of prose writing that I could use:

Don’t Ask

“That blood! How did it get there?”
No one asks. No one tells.
“That bruise! Was it from training drills? Did you get into a fight?
No one asks. No one tells.
“Where were you last night?”
“Don’t ask.”

And this that I wrote today, some unfleshed out prose I was working on that I’ll probably never finish. Also under the “lines” requirement and probably won’t work:

“I am a delicate flower.”
“You are strong.”
“I am a perennial.”
“We are coming out of winter now; spring is coming.”

I really have no idea what I’m going to do for this. I’m so frustrated. I used to write so much and now that I need writing, I can’t find anything I’ve done that I want to use.

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Jack and Jill and the Fool on the Hill (part 2)

So it turns out that I wasn’t completely clear on the assignment. We were not expected to make only one narrative out of the given lines from “Jack & Jill” and “Fool on the Hill”. Rather, we were meant to do six narratives with accompanying thumbnails, then one will be selected for a final to be presented – printed and matted.

The images will be contained in 6 4.5″ x 4.5″ squares on a black 15″ x 20″ board with 1.25″ horizontal gutters, a 1.5″ vertical gutter and 2.25″ vertical margins and 2″ horizontal margins.

Images will be made using provided dingbats file images.

Here are the six rewrites:

Jack fell down
and broke his crown
they can see he’s just a fool
but nobody wants to know him
day after day, alone on the hill
and he never gives an answer

Jack & Jill
went up the hill
but the fool on the hill
they can see he’s just a fool
but nobody wants to know him
and he never gives an answer

To fetch a pail of water
the man with the foolish grin is keeping perfectly still
and broke his crown
day after day, alone on the hill
they can see that he’s just a fool
and he never gives an answer (((or: but nobody wants to know him)))

Jack & Jill
went up the hill
day after day, alone on the hill
the man with the foolish grin is keeping perfectly still
and he never gives an answer
they can see his just a fool

Day after day, alone on the hill
they can see that he’s just fool
but nobody wants to know him
Jack & Jill
went up the hill
and broke his crown

Jack fell down
they can see that he’s just a fool
day after day, alone on the hill
the man with the foolish grin is keeping perfectly still
and he never gives an answer
but nobody wants to know him
(((alternatively swap the last two lines)))

Jack, the fool on the hill

So, for Design Media, we’re required to take 6 lines total from “Jack & Jill” and “Fool on the Hill” and make a new narrative, then use dingbats the instructor provides to create a visual of the narrative.

Here is the new narrative. Visual will be done in illustrator (why illustrator for what seems to be a cut-and-paste assignment, I don’t know, but that’s what she wants us to use).

Jack fell down
and broke his crown
they can see that he’s just a fool
but nobody wants to know him
day after day, alone on the hill
and he never gives an answer