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Registrace 9. 10. 2020
This is the 2nd channel of "illneas", a 23-year-old filmmaker based in Thessaloniki.
I make videos with poets, musicians, and narrators in order to recreate classic and modern poetry.
All the footage on this channel is shot and edited by me and all the music is licensed accordingly.
I make videos with poets, musicians, and narrators in order to recreate classic and modern poetry.
All the footage on this channel is shot and edited by me and all the music is licensed accordingly.
Hell is a Lonely Place by Charles Bukowski
this was sitting half-finished on my computer for almost a year, It's time to see the light on the algorithm
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🔰References
-The narrator is Tom Bedlam
-The music
Moments - Unexpected Turn
🔰Communities
-discord.gg/kfxthmS3F4
- groups/2314655172176122/
-www.reddit.com/r/searchingformeaning/
🔰My equipment:
I film handheld with a Panasonic Lumix
G80
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GX80
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📷Olympus M.Zuiko Digital 45mm F1.8 Lens
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🔰Hell is a Lonely Place by Charles Bukowski
he was 65, his wife was 66, had
Alzheimer's disease.
he had cancer of the
mouth.
there were
operations, radiation
treatments
which decayed the bones in his
jaw
which then had to be
wired.
daily he put his wife in
rubber diapers
like a
baby.
unable to drive in his
condition
he had to take a taxi to
the medical
center,
had difficulty speaking,
had to
write the directions
down.
on his last visit
they informed him
there would be another
operation: a bit more
left
cheek and a bit more
tongue.
when he returned
he changed his wife's
diapers
put on the tv
dinners, watched the
evening news
then went to the bedroom, got the
gun, put it to her
temple, fired.
she fell to the
left, he sat upon the
couch
put the gun into his
mouth, pulled the
trigger.
the shots didn't arouse
the neighbors.
later
the burning tv dinners
did.
somebody arrived, pushed
the door open, saw
it.
soon
the police arrived and
went through their
routine, found
some items:
a closed savings
account and
a checkbook with a
balance of
$1.14
suicide, they
deduced.
in three weeks
there were two
new tenants:
a computer engineer
named
Ross
and his wife
Anatana
who studied
ballet.
they looked like another
upwardly mobile
pair.
🔰Find me here 🔗 _illneas
🔗 illneas/
🔗 illneas
🔗open.spotify.com/artist/6RXfBqGg0YwfM7jVCTq79W?si=DChjB-1cT7qYDXH6psbOaA
🔰References
-The narrator is Tom Bedlam
-The music
Moments - Unexpected Turn
🔰Communities
-discord.gg/kfxthmS3F4
- groups/2314655172176122/
-www.reddit.com/r/searchingformeaning/
🔰My equipment:
I film handheld with a Panasonic Lumix
G80
amzn.to/2uGqmQZ
GX80
amzn.to/33e5Tye
📷Olympus M.Zuiko Digital 45mm F1.8 Lens
amzn.to/2vr9P3N
🔰Hell is a Lonely Place by Charles Bukowski
he was 65, his wife was 66, had
Alzheimer's disease.
he had cancer of the
mouth.
there were
operations, radiation
treatments
which decayed the bones in his
jaw
which then had to be
wired.
daily he put his wife in
rubber diapers
like a
baby.
unable to drive in his
condition
he had to take a taxi to
the medical
center,
had difficulty speaking,
had to
write the directions
down.
on his last visit
they informed him
there would be another
operation: a bit more
left
cheek and a bit more
tongue.
when he returned
he changed his wife's
diapers
put on the tv
dinners, watched the
evening news
then went to the bedroom, got the
gun, put it to her
temple, fired.
she fell to the
left, he sat upon the
couch
put the gun into his
mouth, pulled the
trigger.
the shots didn't arouse
the neighbors.
later
the burning tv dinners
did.
somebody arrived, pushed
the door open, saw
it.
soon
the police arrived and
went through their
routine, found
some items:
a closed savings
account and
a checkbook with a
balance of
$1.14
suicide, they
deduced.
in three weeks
there were two
new tenants:
a computer engineer
named
Ross
and his wife
Anatana
who studied
ballet.
they looked like another
upwardly mobile
pair.
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So You Wanna Be A Writer by Charles Bukowski
I am inspired!
Our pieces painted by ink will become our memorials after we pass away, our words will stay engraved into the world even when we are buried deep down to decay, these beautiful pieces written and left by these extraordinary writers will always stay. To encourage the passion for writing, these words will always leave a mark on each and every one who indulges in this beauty that never ceases to amaze. Many will come and many will go, but these pieces will always remain, heart moving to this day and the one yet to come.
This is art, his words go "don't do it", yet it motivates me to do it. Bukowski understands human nature ❤
Nike : Just Do It. Charles : Don't Do It.
Lonely or alone?
Whose voice is this?
Thank you for uploading this. Love from Cyprus
I am going the distance. Goddammit! I'm going the distance!
I like your videos very much, many times it made me contemplate. Thanks!
These Russian, German and Indian philosophers or poets have no competitors
“I remember the early days when things would be bad and there wasn't anywhere to go.” Hank always knows what’s up 🗣️
Bravo. This is beautiful. Well done work!
Be normal and simple after that start writing.
Thanks for posting again! THE KID WITH A CAMERA is finally back!
This was probably the first poem I was ever taught. One I think hits me harder than most. Taking that old statue, replace it with the internet footprints we leave. All that history, all those memories and experiences, behind each and every comment. People come and go, leave a like here and there. For years. Sometimes years after the poster had passed…. Yet as we gaze… what else remains
We all have our own personal hells….
Powerful!🙏🏽🙏🏽
Thanks for sharing. I love this poem, one of my favourites. 🖤
When it is hard and everything seems against you. ‘That’…might seem the way. But trust me, it willl get better. Maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow, maybe not this year but one day, life will smile at you, please be there to see that day. Good luck, life is long and we should live till the end :)
RN 31 years in the ER . . . see this kind of shit every shift . . . normally I don't cry . . . I sure as fuck am now.
So happy to see your video on the tl❤ thank you!
Charles Bukowski always captures the moment perfectly. Great choice.
I knew rhis was gonna be devastating
God! That was depressing as hell 😢
Zindagi Chi Azaab , Umeed Akh Chi Shayad Gass Kuni Saat Sorui Theek .👥
This one cut so incredibly deep.
YOU are very loved & such a gift to all of us, kind sir!
How did I miss this one? wow, so amazing, thank you for posting & we all have missed you a lot!
It is... A very lonely place. 💔
Charles Bukowski one of my best Inspirations in Life... Then i see the world "Τέλος" in the end that means "End" and i realised the "Kid with a camera" is Greek like me...!! SALUTE BROTHER!! Amazing Content....!!!
Speechless...
We saw where this was going.. and we cried.. all the way till the end.. We believe the hell he referred to .. is the life they just left…………. As always.. thank you so much 💜💙😭
My best friend and I made a suicide pact, he wanted to do it sooner rather than later but I said we should wait a few years and if our situations hadn't improved we could do it then. He broke the pact and did it by himself a year and a half ago. Hell is indeed a lonely place.
I'm sorry you had to go through that. I hope you'll find some solace in life.
Take whats left of life and live it well. 🖤⚡️🙏
You should live your life at the fullest. Maybe if he ever could have, for him. In his memories, it is hard. Everyday and maybe I don’t know what it’s like. But live. It’s worth it. One day, the sun will shine for you, the sky will clear and the waves will embrace you, for that you need to open your arms. And let the waves of life carry you. Live. Good luck mate
@@자유-g9ypeople like you have no consciousness. Telling people that they should live their lives at the fullest in a very delicate situation it's like telling a poor to stop being poor, like that's how easy it is. Like telling someone "why are you lonely? Just don't, that's so easy". Bro, it's not that easy. Maybe he can't live his life at its fullest, maybe he can't even live his life to the smallest limit. But still, he's fighting to be alive. Don't tell people like him that they should live their lives at their fullest :) you should try to demonstrate why it is important to fight staying alive to see the beauty of the life. As small as they, we, or everyone can feel and see.
I'm sorry for your loss ❤ I hope you're doing better now
This is one of my favorites from Bukowski because he gets the feeling of hopelessness across really well. Also glad to see you are posting again❤️
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Thank you for posting.
First comment.
Yes, I'll do it until i die cuz if i dont then it'll die with me.
Um I never said that. Also I did create an extremely creative book series concept and your fucked up cult poached it because you yourselves have no originality.
Let the Sparks fly. Whether with a hammer and chisel or with a typewriter
I’m going to be a writer leave me alone CZcams I just wanna write 😭😔
My heart is numb, my brain has frozen, my mouth has no more words to speak. I’m in denial most of the time about the way my life turned out. I’ll pretend to be strong because that’s what the society wants. I’m not one for seeking revenge or fighting. I won’t let them see I’m defeated. But Ive come to terms that no-cares not even the humiliation hurts. I’ve reached a point of no return silently broken in a world once filled with courage and wonder. I ran out of time. No-one to blame I took the wrong path. No-one to blame I let others to close who never had my back.
For our righters 1:14
imo this is terrible advice and just Bukowski being an elitist prick. Tons of writers struggled but managed to produce brilliant results in the end.
For everyone who's saying "he's wrong; creativity involves work", you didn't hear the part about sitting into the late hours staring at the screen or struggling for words over your typewriter.
Wow❤
Please if someone sees this i need help. Im 18 and im approaching university quick. I've been school all my life and i still have no idea what im passionate about. I have no idea what i absolutely want to pour all my effort into as an adult. Im struggling to imagine what my life will be like. I have doubted my future countless times. There have been moments where the direction i want to head in has been concrete but then in an instant something shifts. Im typing this comment up in hopes that someone will say the right words that will push me in the right direction because i have no other person i can rely on. Genuinly. I have no experience as a writer apart from english gcse at school and no i did not get a perfect grade. Only a 5. But there are so many times in my life where i can clearly remember being captivated by a book, or a movie and the writing. Moments where the plot just amazes me. And when that happens to me something switches on. My mind starts to run on its own and i start effortlessly making up my own stories. Yes they may not be the best qualoty. They may not be up to harry potter standards. But im not after fame or money. Im after something that can help me escape. I want to be free. I want to able to escape reality and craft a captivating story of my own. I dont need to live off it as i know that is very rare. But just i want to know if there is a way if i can explore this passion that is hidden inside me. If there is a way i can genuinly find a way to create new worlds on a peice of paper and release it to the public and finally find out if writing is my calling of that is what im mean to be then please if anybody has any tips for me on where to start. For example writing courses. Or just anything that can allow me to spend time exploring the idea of writing with people that can guide me or people that are in the same boat as me and see if i can truly have an impact in any way on myself or others. Like i expressed, this is not because i want to become a big writer and make money. No its even bigger than that. I want to be expressive and do what i want, hoepfully write whatever i think about and conjure up something that captivates myself and hopefully others. I just want to escape. Thanks. (P.S sorry for the long expressive comment 😅)
You wanna be expressive and create worlds and be free? Just start. Unfortunately, nobody will do it for you, or have the right words I'm afraid. I've always wanted to be a writer, since I was a kid, I was reading a lot, and later on, I just didn't know that it was what I wanted for my life at the age of 18. Now I know for a fact that everything is pushing me in that direction, so Im answering the call, even if I have bills to pay, a kid to take care of, an uncertain future,responsabilities : the universe will never be perfectly aligned for anything, you just have to DO IT. Here I am waking up at 4am to write my 1000 words a day before an exhausting job in a kitchen. Last night I've read my 50 pages a day (I'm reading L'Assommoir by Zola) that I impose to myself each day in order to progress. Why am I telling you all of that? Because if that's the road you wanna take my friend, you gotta have the discipline, a routine that will bring you progress, results, in order to see that this might be the right way for you. It won't happen by itself. I didn't know what I wanted to do either at 18 after highschool. So I said fuck it, let's live a little by simply working minimum wage job, see what "real life" was about. I've worked in prisons too for 4 years, I've been through life experience as a whole, went through depression too, had a kid, had a lot of shitty jobs and discovered that I wanted to be a writer all along. I was 18 ten years ago, and I don't regret a thing because it did bring me the guts I have today to write the way I write. Here I am with the ambition to become a writer by putting in the work. What I'm saying is : don't overthink too much about where you'll be, and start by going somewhere. Live a little. That will bring you the material and the guts to your writing (that's basically what Bukowski says too). You have plenty of reading or writing groups in big cities (I don't know where you live), or even online publishing websites where you can throw whatever you write and people help you correct or give you advices. Writing will bring you what you're looking for, as long as you start living, and as long as you put in the work. Do not forget my friend : dream is only a dream if work don't follow it. Hope it helps. Oh and you cannot become a writer if you don't read. Reading is picking up the tools bigger minds than you left behind them in order for you to build you own worlds : use them. I would advice Dostoïevski. Good luck my friend.
@@Gabriel-qg7vv thanks a lot. Im gonna give it a go for sure. Im gonna dedicate a lot fo my time to testing my creativity seeing if i can come up with something worthwhile. And i'll send it to an online reviewer or something like that. Whether it does badly or not, ill know whether i want to continue to pursue this for myself. I know that for some, writing something can be full of despair and enjoyment. A complete contrast of emotions and so i know that i need to experience these 2 emotions to know whether it is for me. If i have the temperament to keep going and if i truly find the enjoyment in failing to create a polished world countless times but then having the persistence to carry on. Thanks again. Also may i ask what your writing?
If you wanna be a writer. For whatever reason. Don't listen to all the crappy voices in your head who tell you why not to write. Just write. And if you have to stare endless into the darkness before the words come to you, do it, stare and write. And if you write for money, for your mother, for women, for others or because others inspired you, write, there is literally no reason why you should not write, except for one, to tell others the reasons why not to write, if that is why you write, don't do it, be an inspiration, be a failure, fill the libraries with more rubbish, but never ever tell anyone, what not to do. Except for suicide and murder.
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"Do you remember being sick and writing... just because it was medicine?"- Eddie Pinero