Part 2. Marla’s Journey. A spoken-word film.
There was once a man sentenced to capital punishment by the state. The authorities decided to kill him for political reasons, because he undermined their laws with effortless and controversial leadership. They were afraid of a revolution, and afraid of being deemed irrelevant. They managed to convince the governor of the region to approve of the execution, claiming it would apparently please the people, and help cement all their positions of leadership. The governor questioned the prisoner, demanding he explain himself, but the man stayed silent. The governor had heard that this convicted man had in fact encouraged and cared […]
A spoken word piece and short film, from our road trip through a wintery California. Part 1 of 3. ‘California: The Search’ by Anna McGahan. Timothy’s Journey. Featuring Mt Shasta, Redding, Yosemite National Park. Music by Timothy Coghill All footage shot in California, January 2015. Footage is of the ‘Dream Big’ Road Trip generously gifted by Visit California, in conjunction with the 2012 Heath Ledger Scholarship presented by Australians in Film.
Let’s talk about sex. And I’m quite serious. Not just ‘Let’s talk about not talking about sex’. This is a conversation, not a monologue. But a lot of people in my life who know about my convictions and choices have been challenging me on them recently, and I have loved it. We need to have these debates. We need to be open. What we don’t need is to impose our personal convictions on any other human being – but it is loving and constructive to try and understand. There are a lot of voices, a lot of opinions – and […]
This is a story that only a few people have heard. It is sensitive, but it is a small part of a huge victory. This year I turn 27. It has been ten years since I started Year 12 as a nervous sixteen-year-old. Ten years. This is significant, because I never expected to live past that year. When I was fourteen, I started to get sick. Though the illness was mental and emotional, my physical deterioration was by my own hand. It was almost a game in the beginning, an experiment with my body that spiraled into addiction. It wasn’t long before […]
A spoken word piece. For 2015, my friends.
We were in class, Monday night. I’m halfway through my second subject on The Imagination. We were gathered around a tiny projector, linked to our teacher’s iPad, with two disposable water bottles as speakers. It was dark and strangely cosy, tucked in a little room refurbished from the 1920s, oblivious to the craze below on Hollywood Boulevard. We were watching two filmed examples from a play called ‘Fences’, by August Wilson. At the beginning of the scene, a young man, stricken, comes to his father: CORY: Can I ask you a question? … How come you ain’t never liked me? […]
‘Love is a fire It burns everyone It disfigures everyone It is the world’s excuse for being ugly.’ Leonard Cohen I have been in Los Angeles for two and a half months. There are thousands, upon thousands of actors in this city. When I first came over two years ago, I was warned about it. The ‘LA Days’, when all you do is cry. The diet fads. The ‘rules’. The years spent driving freeways. The endless visa conversations. The shallow culture, the emptiness – and yet the simultaneous creative ferocity. The lines of young people coming over for a […]
The first time we spoke was on a tram to St Kilda. For the first two months of our relationship, a lot of our deeper conversations were on the number 16. Perhaps it is the melting pot of public transport that really excites Him – or renders me restless enough to ask questions and peer into strangers’ faces. Our first conversation was about need. It wasn’t a conversation like something I might have had with my mother, or myself – that was the chill of it – He wasn’t me, and yet he existed, as a voice within me. I was […]
The first sermon I ever heard was about my tongue. If I was a ship, my tongue was the rudder, steering me. Wherever I was at, I could probably thank or blame my tongue. If my life was burning down around me, my tongue was the spark. It was weird, but it resonated. As I listened, I physically felt the truth to it. My words mattered. Not in a self-help – ‘speak it out and the universe will manifest it’ – way, but in the nature of integrity. The consequences of choosing a complaint over gratitude, criticism before encouragement, slander instead […]