Larry Brody’s Poetry: ‘I Have Lived Many Lives’

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by Larry Brody

NOTE FROM LB

The past is always prolog. I believe that what I love most about existence is the wonderful inefficiency of the eternal recurrence so many of us do our best to ignore. What am I talking about? Well, the last time I wrote about it, I said this:


I Have Lived Many Lives

I have lived many lives.

My past is a glorious array.

 

Bang the drum,

Hit it hard,

Kick the big bass!

 

Once I was a child, reading and dreaming,

Alone and afraid.

 

Bang the drum!

 

Once I was a young man, struggling and striving,

Fearlessly foolish, and paying the price.

 

Hit it hard!

 

Once a lover, forever lusting,

Loved more by others than I could return.

 

 

Kick that big bass

 

Once I was a fighter, a leader of men.

Once a dead man, cold and unaware,

And a victim, crying out to God in my pain.

Then a teacher, a master from the

School of lies.

A cowboy,

A killer,

A high flying hawk,

A rover,

A pirate,

A bear that could talk!

 

Ah, go ahead now,

Bang the drum,

Hit it hard,

Kick that big bass!

Celebrate each costume,

Cheer the form and the figure,

Applaud the apparel,

Admire my fine show!

Come on, come on, where’s that drum?

Why can’t I hear the big bass?

 

I have lived many lives,

A wonderful and glorious array,

Filled with mystery and pleasure,

And Horror and shame.

Chosen they were, bought and

Paid for, the highest of style.

Wanted they were, and needed,

For how else was my soul to survive?

Now I am a poet, living with my feelings,

And my words,

The feelings and words of a child,

Alone and afraid.

 

So come on now,

Bang the drum,

Hit it hard,

Kick the big bass!

Now, more than ever, I need the acclaim!


Larry Brody is the head dood at TVWriter™. He is posting at least one poem a week here at TVWriter™ because, as the Navajo Dog herself once pointed out, “Art has to be free. If you create it for money, you lose your vision, and yourself.” She said it shorter, though, with just a snort.

PEOPLE’S PILOT 2017 Opens Today!

tv_writer_peoples_pilot_smby Larry Brody

TVWriter™ and I are proud to announce that PEOPLE’S PILOT 2017, one of the oldest and most highly regarded writing competitions on the interweb is now open!

The PEOPLE’S PILOT first appeared way back in the summer of 2000, as a semi-annual competition intended to help both new writers and the TV Industry itself. Over the years it has evolved into an annual contest and its categories have changed to match its extended purpose. Yes, we’re all about helping new writers get the acknowledgement they deserve, but we’ve expanded beyond broadcast television. Since last year, the PEOPLE’S PILOT has been doing all it can to improve all electronic entertainment media.

The future of entertainment and those who create it is open and varied. Whether the series you are creating is intended for broadcast TV, cable and satellite TV, home entertainment/video game consoles, Big Media interweb outlets like Netflix, Amazon, and Hulu, or indie web channels and venues like YouTube, Vimeo, Funny or Die, or the show’s own website, it is eligible for the PEOPLE’S PILOT.

CATEGORIES

PEOPLE’S PILOT 2017 is divided into 2 prize-giving categories plus a Special Bonus Category with its own unique award – a paying development deal starting with an option. To be more specific, the categories are:

  • Scripted Comedy Series – intended for any electronic platform (including broadcast and premium cable series, internet series, cell phone series et al) of any length of any length required for telling your story
  • Scripted Drama & Action Series – intended for any electronic platform (including broadcast and premium cable series, internet series, cell phone series et al) of any length required for telling your story
  • Special Bonus Category – Thanks to Manner Movie Limited, a longtime PEOPLE’S PILOT co-sponsor, and Global Saga Media Entertainment, both of Hong Kong, all entries in this year’s competition automatically will be considered for the Special International Production Award, which will be given to the entry or entries that the judges deem especially suitable for the global television market.

Episode length, script length, number of episodes constituting the series – all that is entirely up to the creator. Genre too is entirely up to the entrant. In other words, you can write whatever you want, any way you want, featuring human actors, animated actors, animal actors, puppets, you name it, for any audience you want as long as your script is in the English language and standard teleplay/screenplay format (so our judges can read it).

PRIZES

Prizes and bonuses for each of the two regular categories, worth over $20,000, are:

FIRST PRIZE:

SECOND PRIZE:

THIRD PRIZE:

BONUS PRIZE:

  • All entries will be considered for the Special International Production Award, a script development deal with Global Saga Media Entertainment beginning with a $500 option for a qualifying script or scripts. And when we say all entries we mean that even an entry that doesn’t finish in the Top 3 – or isn’t a Finalist or even a Semi-Finalist – will be eligible.

ENTRY BONUSES

FREE FEEDBACK 

After the Winners are announced, all entrants will receive an e-mail containing the actual score given by the judges, an explanation of what its point value means, and the judges’ general reaction to the entry. ($125 value)

FREE STORYTELLING PATTERNS E-BOOK

All entrants will receive a PDF file of Larry Brody’s Storytelling Patterns in Genre Films booklet, a guide to outlining screenplays and teleplays by using established story patterns and essential scenes that is available literally nowhere else on or off the web. (priceless)

ENTRY FEES

PEOPLE’S PILOT EARLY BIRD ENTRY $35

  • June 1 – August 1

PEOPLE’S PILOT SINGLE ENTRY $50

  • August 2 – November 1

PEOPLE’S PILOT DUO DISCOUNT ENTRY $85

  • August 2 – November 1

CLOSING DATE

PEOPLE’S PILOT 2017 closes at midnight November 1, 2017. You can enter and upload your entries any time until closing. As in past years, we urge you to take advantage of the Early Bird Discount even if your entry or entries won’t be ready until after the discount period ends. Once you have paid, you can upload your submissions at any time until the contest closes.

More PEOPLE’S PILOT 2017 info is HERE

The Enter Page is HERE

Email me personally with any questions HERE

LYMI LB

LYMI
LB

 

 

Larry Brody’s Poetry: ‘The Poet Beseeches His Lord’

by Larry Brody

NOTE FROM LB

No better demonstration of how history repeats itself than this poem, written at a turning point in my life long ago. The specifics are different, but at this turning point in world history, on this particular holiday, the need and the question remain the same.


The Poet Beseeches His Lord

I speak to God now,

As I never have before.

I speak straight, no jokes or

Snide comments, Only a heart that still

Cries for more. “Our Father,

Who art in heaven,

Hallowed be thy name…”

Are you listening, Lord?

Can you feel my ache, my despair?

Once I demanded significant answers, seeking

Truth, and the knowledge of why life was unfair.

Now I move to more immediate things,

No heavenly meanings, not one cosmic concern.

I beg you not for the basis of

Universal injustice, but simply—

Christ!—simply, oh mighty Elohim,

Can’t you stop what you are doing to us now?


Larry Brody is the head dood at TVWriter™. He is posting at least one poem a week here at TVWriter™ because, as the Navajo Dog herself once pointed out, “Art has to be free. If you create it for money, you lose your vision, and yourself.” She said it shorter, though, with just a snort.

Larry Brody’s Poetry: ‘A Will Of Its Own’

by Larry Brody

NOTE FROM LB

The following poem, which I just reread for the first time in almost as many years as I’d lived when I wrote it, surprises me. I don’t want to do spoilers (God forbid!), but when these words first came poring out of me I read them as meaning something completely different from what they mean to me now. Wondering – Who was I then? Who am I now?


A Will Of Its Own

Having read Don Quixote, and the works of Nietzsche,

And Sartre, having seen Long Day’s Journey Into Night,

And the paintings of Picasso and Miro,

I became convinced at eighteen that my

Purpose was the search. It wasn’t the

Discovery of life’s meaning that meant a

Damn thing, but rather the hunt. This was my

Credo, my beacon, my purpose, and for

Thirty years I kept it before my dimming eyes.

Sometimes I lost my way, and several times

My self, but the search continued

Regardless, as though with a will of

Its own.

A will of its own.

A will of its own.

Now Don Quixote has lost its power over me,

And Nietzsche and Sartre appear far away.

Eugene O’Neil’s dramatic voice seems both

Stilted and shrill, and I can’t separate the

Imitators from Picasso and Miro. Yet the search

Goes on, even without strong conviction, my

Will having become my

Must.

Few lessons are as painful as those that

Teach that freedom has been not true.

For years I roamed under the illusion

Of wanting, but with the desire gone still I have

The need.

Credo, beacon, and purpose have left me,

But the act continues, and my legs grow

As weak as my belief. The search

For something I no longer believe in

Continues, with

A will of its own.

A will of its own.

It continues with a will of its own.


Larry Brody is the head dood at TVWriter™. He is posting at least one poem a week here at TVWriter™ because, as the Navajo Dog herself once pointed out, “Art has to be free. If you create it for money, you lose your vision, and yourself.” She said it shorter, though, with just a snort.

New, Improved 2017 PEOPLE’S PILOT Opens in 2 1/2 Weeks

tv_writer_peoples_pilot_smby Larry Brody

Get ready, gang, because we’re coming soon!

The 2017 PEOPLE’S PILOT contest, TVWriter™’s 26th running of what may well be the longest running TV pilot competition on the interwebs, as of this writing is a mere 17 days away.

As usual, we’ve done some tweaking based on things we learned from last year’s contest.

I’m not going into specifics now because the PEOPLE’S PILOT means so much to me that it’s very likely the tweaking will continue right up to the new opening date, June 1, 2017. 

The closing date remains the same as last year, November 1…but in 2017 as opposed to, you know, 2016.

You can get a not-so-secret preview of where we heading on the PP landing page, conveniently located RIGHT HERE. Please accept my cordial invite to check everything out…and also to write to me personally, HERE, to let me know what you think.

Or, to put it in a more mobile-friendly sort of way:

More PEOPLE’S PILOT info is HERE

Email me with your thoughts on the contest HERE

Hope you like where we’re going. The PEOPLE’S PILOT and everything we’re keeping and changing in regard to it is all about our hopes for your successful career!

LYMI LB

LYMI
LB

 

 

Larry Brody’s Poetry: ‘Two by LB’

 

by Larry Brody

NOTE FROM LB

If not proof at least evidence that sometimes people really do change. Short poems (the first probably could have been a tweet but we don’t have them back in the 1990s), yet oh-so insightful. Maybe. I hope.

Anyway:


Relative Values
(by Kid Hollywood)

To Indian People an eagle feather means manhood.

My bar mitzvah symbolized the same thing,

And I netted three grand.


It’s The Bells That Have All The Magic
(by No Longer Kid Hollywood)

It’s the bells that have all the magic.

They announce the coming of the gods.

Indian dancers wear them around their

Ankles, and every jingle brings the gift of past

Glory closer to the dust of today.
When I watch the fancy dancers in their

Feathers and beads, I long to join them,

And be taken over by some greater force.

To give yourself up to the bells’ jingling

Is to feel a power beyond any on earth.
It’s the bells that have all the magic.

My soul vibrates with their call.


Larry Brody is the head dood at TVWriter™. He is posting at least one poem a week here at TVWriter™ because, as the Navajo Dog herself once pointed out, “Art has to be free. If you create it for money, you lose your vision, and yourself.” She said it shorter, though, with just a snort.

Larry Brody’s Poetry: ‘A Recurring Dream’

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by Larry Brody

NOTE FROM LB

The Navajo Dog is sitting this one out, and my subconscious has replaced magic this time around. Or has it? (Warning: This sucker looks longer than it really is.


A Recurring Dream

A Recurring Dream

I have a recurring dream. I’m a scout

For a tribe of primitives seeking a

New home. Sometimes we’re Celts, sometimes

Native Americans, sometimes even aliens on

Another planet. Always, I’m ahead of the group,

Walking across flat land. Sometimes I reach the

Sea, where a huge rock rears up just offshore.

Sometimes I reach a rocky mesa, or

A grassy plateau. Always, I know that

This tall formation with almost vertical sides

And a smooth, flat top is the place my people

Need. Always, I know that at the top (where

I can’t see) is a stretch of land perfect for our

Crops and our homes.

Always, though, I have to make sure. I start

Climbing, looking for handholds, struggling and

Scraping, tearing my clothing (if I wear any)

And my skin. Always, the top is farther than

It appeared, and I have to climb, and climb,

Growing more and more tired. My cuts throb,

And my muscles ache, but never do I stop,

Or even slow, because I know, by the time

I’m halfway up, that the one I love waits—

Somehow—

Up above. I can’t see her, or hear her,

But I’m certain she’s there, and I know

She’s waiting,

Waiting for me.

I grow weaker, and lose my grip, almost

Falling, then catch myself just in time.

I call out to the one I love,

But she doesn’t reply.

Sometimes at this point in the dream

I turn and look back where I came

From, and when I do, invariably—

Always!—

I fall! I roll head over heels, and

Plummet downward, my stomach

Knotting with fear, and the knowledge of

Certain death. Whenever I fall—

Always!—

I hit the sea, or the ground, with

Enough force to feel my spine snap,

My head crack, and I die.

Above me waits the salvation of my people,

Above me waits my love…but I die.

Sometimes, though, at this point in the dream,

I keep my eyes forward, going onward,

Only onward,

And I stay on the side of the rock.

But even then, no matter how long I keep

Climbing, eventually I wake before

Reaching the top.

Above me waits the salvation of my people,

Above me waits my love… but I wake.

That’s it. That’s my dream. I’ve

Had it for years. Dream books and therapists

Probably can tell me its meaning. All

I need do, I’m sure, is ask.

But to me interpretation is only sometimes,

While—always!—I must climb.


Larry Brody is the head dood at TVWriter™. He is posting at least one poem a week here at TVWriter™ because, as the Navajo Dog herself once pointed out, “Art has to be free. If you create it for money, you lose your vision, and yourself.” She said it shorter, though, with just a snort.