Showing posts with label Jumping Jack. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Jumping Jack. Show all posts

Tuesday, October 4, 2016

JUMPING JACKS.




Cast:
Jumping Jack. . . . as Himself
Voices of Baltimore. . . . as Themselves

Producer:
Blood And Gutstein Films

Running Time:
0:06

Advance Praise:

“It’s like snow angels, in the air.” –
Cinema Minima
“In six seconds, it is, in fact, a jumping jack flash.” –
Film Flam
“Plain and simple, this flick is ‘jump change.’” –
Movie Groovy

Other Films You Might Enjoy:
this post is part of a triple issue. also see: SONNET & TRUMP

Friday, April 24, 2015

INTERVIEW WITH A TRAIN PASSENGER WHO ELECTS TO ELEVATE HIS HAND FOR THE DURATION OF THE RIDE.



To establish a system of perpetual greeting. (“Halloo.”)

To ready the self, in the event of, a request for, a series of high-fives.

To stretch and otherwise limber a percentage of sinew & gristle.

To challenge the blood, climbing like a warm vine, toward the fingers.

To assess the body’s capacity for persevering through numbing dearth.

To hail a taxicab from the speedy seat of another conveyance.

To audition for the position of question-asker emeritus.

To attract the attention of those whose foreheads lapse easily into wrinkles.

To offset years of conducting this maneuver with the other hand.

To practice the fond embrace of a taller chum on the shoulder of a seat.

To perform a sedentary, one arm, no leg, no torso, nothing further, jumping jack.

To raise awareness of people who forget the purposes of their gestures.

To salute the landscape as it vanishes according to established principles.

To receive the world & be received. To be human in silhouette.


for 2015 NaPoWriMo sonnet # 23: Interview with H&R Cock Block
for 2015 NaPoWriMo sonnet #25: Interview with a Micromanager Who Must Oversee a Large Project