Twistd
March 8, 2015
5/5 stars
Testing 1...2...3 Ok. So in keeping with the intent I lay before you the pictures your poetry reading made in my mind (while it is still fresh since I have just finished watching/reading it); First of all you are on stage (fully clothed). It looks like a comedy club, but you are introducing yourself as a poet, so I am guessing it is a poetry club. Nobody is laughing either which is another big clue. The place is dimly lit but you are spotlighted and you are not looking at me even though I keep trying to catch your eye. Perhaps the light is in your eyes. You were sitting hunched on a rather uncomfortable bar stool, but take the opportunity to stretch your back by getting up and walking (with the mike) out of the room. However we can still hear you through the speakers as if you had not moved. You are introducing the poem 'Loosey'. I had not noticed before, but there is a screen at the back of the stage. As you continue to speak it lights up with a black and white grainy film of two schoolgirls holding hands looking at the camera. They are both smiling and blinking in the sunlight. The room which had the usual conversational buzz of a bar or cafe, becomes eerily silent. Someone in the audience laughs softly behind me at this point and when I turn round to look, I find I am alone in the room. All I hear is the sound of the projector and your inanimate voice continuing with your monologue. I wonder where you went. I am starting to feel you are incredibly sad about something, and I feel it is in contrast to the picture on the screen. I turn back to find the film is burning away from the heat of the projector bulb and the brightness of the screen hurts my eyes. The Projector bulb pops audibly and the lights go out and I find myself in velvet blackness. I sense but not hear you step up to me and then you whisper in my ear so close I can feel your breath.You are signing off your reading.... Missy Jubilee. Who else did you think you were? Suddenly the projector starts again and I realise I am now in a cinema (how did that happen?) watching a film I have never seen (requiem for a dream? I have it but have never watched it, so maybe...) The score sounds really loud compared to the recent silence. And snap. Back to reality. And you thought you were twisted. I look forward to reading the imaginary films of others. I enjoyed mine very much. Ta.

Twistd
March 8, 2015
5/5 stars
Sub optimal is ok with me, optimal must be rather boring. Share

Twistd
March 8, 2015
5/5 stars
Awesome project!, really. Share

Twistd
March 8, 2015
5/5 stars
mode english practicing=on I wanted to give a hug to that girl, in a nurturing wat ...until she fall asleep. But then I realized that this would help just for a while. So I felt the necesity to transmit the power of Self-consciousness and the capacity we have to change what we think or feel in any given moment. Then, again, I realized it was read poetry and I just have to shut up and listen.

Twistd
March 8, 2015
5/5 stars
So fucking divine!!!

Twistd
March 8, 2015
5/5 stars
Pfieuw, that was strange to hear or watch... Weird but deep or high or like a papercut

Twistd
March 8, 2015
5/5 stars
Hey Missy, I'm so glad you decided to include your voice in this. You have a very smooth delivery with a very calming tone. I think you could read an instruction book for a toaster oven and I could be hanging on your every word.

Twistd
March 8, 2015
5/5 stars
I LOVE your poetic ramblings and expressions and self-revelations!!! They are a wonderful window into your soul that most people are truly unwilling to let anyone glimpse, let alone gaze at from a distance! I love your openness and candor and honesty!!! As far as psychiatrists, as mentioned in one of your posts when it was suggested to you that it would help your case (been there, done that) and then were shot down because you didn't "measure up"! LOL: The only reason they are so smug and self-respecting is because someone somewhere decided to give them a 'Dr.' at the front of their name, as if they are qualified to inspect and diagnose the inner workings of the human mind! One day in the distant future, when we do actually understand the working of the brain, from a biological/medical/hormonal/nervous system/vitamin balanced/fitness/sleep/dream/environmental perspective, we will look back on our 20th and 21st century "psychological experts" as laughably naive and useless and extremely damaging in the majority of cases, much as we look on 18th and 19th century 'doctors' using known poisons to 'treat' illnesses. But of course much of the poisons administered by the current health care profession and especially the psychiatric 'professionals' will be largely blamed on the drug companies, not the incompetence and self-serving state of the profession. In short, don't be disappointed...it's not you! So keep on trucking, fucking, writing, creating, directing, but most importantly feeling! And when you feel most alone, know that there are many out here who support you, and share your pain (and sometimes your pleasure). So never despair!!! Dave Share
Twistd
March 8, 2015
5/5 stars
I just read Twistd. It confirms what my other eye saw, which wasn't an eyesore and neither are you. In whatever form you choose to share your work one thing remains constant Ms Chameleon, integrity and truth. I find a tremendous amount of joy in your writing. The page is a great host, it welcomes the voices of each and every life lived...the page awaits life or the tree died for nothing. Your search for liberty is noble and environmentally sound. So the dream that poked me in the middle eye was that someone on the literary circuit is going to clock your writing and see it for what it is. Beautiful, musical, brave, vignettes of healing worth sharing with a large audience. You are a great composer. Great piece.