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Read interviews with some of the top costume designers in the movie industry today: Interview with Costume Designer Janelle Nicole Carothers (The Perfect Match): http://matthewtoffolo.com/2016/03/11/interview-with-costume-designer-janelle-nicole-carothers-the-perfect-match/ From Janelle: I usually get brought on about 1 month before depending on the scale of the production. Sometimes as late as two weeks. I…
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I need someone, Poetry by Maria Francis
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Genre: Rhyme, Love, Relationship I need someone by Maria Francis I need someone to talk to, but that someone has gone, I need someone to listen, and tell me when I’m wrong. I need a hand to guide me, through life’s eternal maze I need a hand to wipe my…
The Clown, Poetry by Arnab Dey
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Genre: Existential, War, Crime, Dark The Clown by Arnab Dey As the clown entered, Everybody laughed and clapped, And then he started his antics, And people were laughing hysterically, What is they’re laughing so hard about? Is it his idiosyncrasies? His oddly shaped figure? Or his pennilessness? What is it,…
The Greening, Poetry by Katherine Hauswirth
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Genre: Society The Greening by Katherine Hauswirth When you first behold all eighteen shades of green kept fresh with piped-in mist, piled high and plush on Brazilian hardwood, you understand There’s nothing like when you roll the moist tiles of “nature’s velvet” in your hand They’ve retrained truffle pigs in…
Nothing changed me, Poetry by Miriam Beza
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Genre: Family, War, Society Nothing changed me by Miriam Beza A mountain river flowing over rocks, sometimes dry and sometimes flooding, sometimes quiet as a lake and sometimes falling from a height, That’s I, and nothing ever changed me. The same sun red in summers, cold and pale in winters…
I Looked Upon Her Face many A Time And I Did But See A Friend Of Mine…, Poetry by Mohammed Islam Butt
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Genre: Painful Love I Looked Upon Her Face many A Time And I Did But See A Friend Of Mine… by Mohammed Islam Butt We Talked And Laughed And Laughed And Talked Some More, Nay Did I Know my Heart Had Other Plans. Time Went By, Still As Friends But…
DEATH, Poetry by Samuel Fatokun
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Genre: Death DEATH by Samuel Fatokun We laughed and moved in oneness We played and chatted in happiness Until the life became darkness My Friend refused to chat He said a no! without saying no! He gave me the best answer for a fool He remained calm and unmoved, I…
The Art of GOOD CHEAP and FAST
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GOOD CHEAP AND FAST If you’re in the midst of your filmmaking career or have just started, this is a good time as you can make films a whole lot cheaper than 5 years ago. But if you’re not organized or ready for good old fashioned business and negotiation, your…
Today’s Showcased Poetry Readings
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Deadline for FREE POETRY Festival – Get your poem made into a MOVIE and seen by 1000s. Three options to submit: http://www.wildsound.ca/poetrycontest.html Read Today’s Selected Poetry: MERCURY, by Kelly Kiczenski http://wildsoundfestivalreview.com/2015/05/06/mercury-poetry-by-keely-kiczenski/ I FELL FOR HIM, by Rana Cocklin http://wildsoundfestivalreview.com/2015/05/06/i-fell-for-him-poetry-by-rana-cocklin/ UNTIL I SNEEZE, by Kirby Timmons http://wildsoundfestivalreview.com/2015/05/06/until-i-sneeze-poetry-by-kirby-timmons/ THE LULLABY OF A…
THE LULLABY OF A STRANGE EVENT, Poetry by Ron Henslee
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Genre – Dark, Death, Supernatural THE LULLABY OF A STRANGE EVENT by Ron Henslee I was standing in my garden among the snow peas Dandelions were singing in a nearby meadow I was wishing for the talent of the chosen Whimsical yearning is my crime Awareness of my short comings…