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thedustdancestoo:

Hey everyone! I just wanted to let you all know that I will be directing a movie this summer (which I also wrote). It’s my thesis film: a short sci fi drama called RESONANCE.

The film focuses on an astronaut who returns to Earth after a year in space, only to find his wife has died. In his grief he becomes obsessed with a frequency from a dying nebula, which he thinks might have a hidden message inside.

Please spread the love, we want all the fans we can get as we roll into production, because that motivates us even more to make something awesome.

If you want you can LIKE the facebook page and support the film that way, and we will be launching an official website soon. New movie posters are going to be released soon, as will a teaser, concept art, and casting news.

Thanks, and I hope you are as excited for it as I am!

— Jonathan Stutzman (the Dust Dances too)

thedustdancestoo:

are we men so insecure with ourselves that we must constantly treat women like lesser beings?

if that is the case, we are the weak ones.

thedustdancestoo:

rain will move things
around (and make them disappear)
little things
that you might not see
through a window;
all the lost petals
pink and
white
paper boats
and poems
i wrote for you
(and tossed out)
collecting somewhere
in a sewer grate.

thedustdancestoo:

My friend Amy is a finalist in the Write Bloody poetry contest, help her get published by going to her video on youtube and liking it!

It’s easy, it will just take a few minutes, and it is a beautiful poem!

go do it now!

and help a talented young poet (and quality person) get a shot of publication :)

thedustdancestoo:

our hands found the end of a day
and stayed,
in subtle movements
(in whispers)
of light
and air
tangled in curtains
finding the hushed transparency
of skin,

and we stayed there.


a photograph of an old poetry book.
the poem is “On the Sea”by John Keats. 
..
It keeps eternal whisperings aroundDesolate shores, and with its mighty swellGluts twice ten thousand caverns, till the spellOf Hecate leaves them their old shadowy sound.Often ‘tis in such gentle temper found,That scarcely will the very smallest shellBe moved for days from where it sometime fell,When last the winds of heaven were unbound.O ye! who have your eyeballs vexed and tired,Feast them upon the wideness of the Sea;O ye! whose ears are dinn’d with uproar rude,Or fed too much with cloying melody, —Sit ye near some old cavern’s mouth, and broodUntil ye start, as if the sea-nymphs quired!

a photograph of an old poetry book.

the poem is “On the Sea”
by John Keats. 

..

It keeps eternal whisperings around
Desolate shores, and with its mighty swell
Gluts twice ten thousand caverns, till the spell
Of Hecate leaves them their old shadowy sound.
Often ‘tis in such gentle temper found,
That scarcely will the very smallest shell
Be moved for days from where it sometime fell,
When last the winds of heaven were unbound.
O ye! who have your eyeballs vexed and tired,
Feast them upon the wideness of the Sea;
O ye! whose ears are dinn’d with uproar rude,
Or fed too much with cloying melody, —
Sit ye near some old cavern’s mouth, and brood
Until ye start, as if the sea-nymphs quired!

the owner of a bookshopin Salem, Ma. 

the owner of a bookshop
in Salem, Ma. 

i feel so empty in the afternoon.

i feel so empty in the afternoon.

i still remember theblack and white promiseswe painted on the sidesof rusted railroad cars—
love and hope and other four letter words. 

i still remember the
black and white promises
we painted on the sides
of rusted railroad cars—

love and hope and
other four letter words. 

thedustdancestoo:

Hey everyone! I just wanted to let you all know that I will be directing a movie this summer (which I also wrote). It’s my thesis film: a short sci fi drama called RESONANCE.

The film focuses on an astronaut who returns to Earth after a year in space, only to find his wife has died. In his grief he becomes obsessed with a frequency from a dying nebula, which he thinks might have a hidden message inside.

Please spread the love, we want all the fans we can get as we roll into production, because that motivates us even more to make something awesome.

If you want you can LIKE the facebook page and support the film that way, and we will be launching an official website soon. New movie posters are going to be released soon, as will a teaser, concept art, and casting news.

Thanks, and I hope you are as excited for it as I am!

— Jonathan Stutzman (the Dust Dances too)

thedustdancestoo:

are we men so insecure with ourselves that we must constantly treat women like lesser beings?

if that is the case, we are the weak ones.

thedustdancestoo:

rain will move things
around (and make them disappear)
little things
that you might not see
through a window;
all the lost petals
pink and
white
paper boats
and poems
i wrote for you
(and tossed out)
collecting somewhere
in a sewer grate.

thedustdancestoo:

My friend Amy is a finalist in the Write Bloody poetry contest, help her get published by going to her video on youtube and liking it!

It’s easy, it will just take a few minutes, and it is a beautiful poem!

go do it now!

and help a talented young poet (and quality person) get a shot of publication :)

thedustdancestoo:

our hands found the end of a day
and stayed,
in subtle movements
(in whispers)
of light
and air
tangled in curtains
finding the hushed transparency
of skin,

and we stayed there.

comets.

comets.


a photograph of an old poetry book.
the poem is “On the Sea”by John Keats. 
..
It keeps eternal whisperings aroundDesolate shores, and with its mighty swellGluts twice ten thousand caverns, till the spellOf Hecate leaves them their old shadowy sound.Often ‘tis in such gentle temper found,That scarcely will the very smallest shellBe moved for days from where it sometime fell,When last the winds of heaven were unbound.O ye! who have your eyeballs vexed and tired,Feast them upon the wideness of the Sea;O ye! whose ears are dinn’d with uproar rude,Or fed too much with cloying melody, —Sit ye near some old cavern’s mouth, and broodUntil ye start, as if the sea-nymphs quired!

a photograph of an old poetry book.

the poem is “On the Sea”
by John Keats. 

..

It keeps eternal whisperings around
Desolate shores, and with its mighty swell
Gluts twice ten thousand caverns, till the spell
Of Hecate leaves them their old shadowy sound.
Often ‘tis in such gentle temper found,
That scarcely will the very smallest shell
Be moved for days from where it sometime fell,
When last the winds of heaven were unbound.
O ye! who have your eyeballs vexed and tired,
Feast them upon the wideness of the Sea;
O ye! whose ears are dinn’d with uproar rude,
Or fed too much with cloying melody, —
Sit ye near some old cavern’s mouth, and brood
Until ye start, as if the sea-nymphs quired!

the owner of a bookshopin Salem, Ma. 

the owner of a bookshop
in Salem, Ma. 

i feel so empty in the afternoon.

i feel so empty in the afternoon.

i still remember theblack and white promiseswe painted on the sidesof rusted railroad cars—
love and hope and other four letter words. 

i still remember the
black and white promises
we painted on the sides
of rusted railroad cars—

love and hope and
other four letter words. 

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