Auditions for the Q and Innocent are set for Saturday the 27th of March.
You can follow updates on twitter or visit theq.alfa8.com for further info.
Please download the e-brochures and pass around to help us get the word out.
-IAT
Film
7
Mar 10
“Is this to be an empthy test?”
Exekias' painting
During 6th century B.C. Achilles killed the beautiful daughter of Ares, Penthesileia. Her death was mourned by the people.
As she fell dying in his arms, Achilles fell in love with her.
Exekias captured the moment for all posterity with his black figure amphora painting.
Jesus three days prior to Christ
Six centuries later, the same spear mortally wounded Jesus, and thus began the transforming love of the ages…
Parsifal's failure to empathize
Twelve centuries later, Parsifal failed to empathize with the king’s wound inflicted by the very dagger…
Ridley Scott
And… in the twentieth century, the same blade ran through our collective unconscious, and its wound captured for all posterity by Ridley Scott… The eye, the owl, and the pyramid…
Tyrel's Owl
There have been others, profound voyagers, such as J. R. Tolkien… with his two towers…
Tolkien
Alan Moore, author of Watchmen
…And Moore, with his Watchmen…
Owl
On the eve of launching EyeBusterNews, I cannot help but feel bewildered and in awe as I type this blog post, I feel profoundly attracted to the creed of the Illuminati… An embracing warmth beckons me… Noble knights and guardians of eternal balance, carriers of legacy…
Two Towers
Twin Towers
It’s a subtle feeling
To fall in love with your enemy…
It’s even more riveting
To know that all along you were one of them.
The bewitching trance of the eye…
The revelation…
The seduction of the All-Seeing Eye,
And the clarity of its beautiful logic,
Transcendent,
Riveting,
Irrevocable…
Isn’t the penultimate desire of life…
To see?
Moloch resides within the Pyramid,
The drama of mortal coil unfolds…
It’s the storyteller who carries the thread of the ages
And weaves the fabric of our illusion,
Won’t you join me?
Blake's Compass
Compass and Square
Thomas Jefferson
6
Mar 10
A warm night
We had pupusas and tamales, and edited a script, exchanged gifts and saw the world through the eyes of the unconscious where stories are told and retold…
I can’t wait to see the first draft of this story… can you?
-Iliad
Fede's new short film
8
Feb 10
Drink while you can
“Me?” She said with a half-smile, looking slightly askance.
“Well?”
“I don’t much care for politics.” Her lips moist, poised to kiss, to draw the breath out of their victim, sweet poisoned nectar…
“…but, don’t you understand?” I protested. “The whole damn world is… Well here! Read this and tell me what you make of it.” I offered her the book.
She looked away, reached for her martini.
Her blond hair softly danced in the dim lounge light, glistening with umber sparkle, spreading droplets of perfume suspended in rhythmic beats and melancholy melodies, like crystal scents reflecting childhood memories…
I reached out to touch her bare shoulder graced by a thin black strap, but she had already returned to meet my gaze.
She brought the martini to her lips, all the while holding my stare. She savored the drama of a languid blink, depriving me momentarily, only to beckon deeper. I could see myself reflected in her aqua eyes imprisoned behind her mascaraed lashes.
“I don’t give a damn about 1984, or Fahrenheit 451, or Oskar or your lucid delicious conspiracies. I know all about them Alex. The world is careening and you pontificate. Grow up! Drink and die, that’s the best you can hope for…” She offered me her glass.
-IAT
5
Feb 10
A snowy school-night lullaby
.
The world has grown old
And tired, and soon will fold.
.
Where once stood men who were bold
Now whisper catacombs filled with corpses and mold.
.
We used to be warm with dreams of fires where stories were told
But now shiver in ashes and gray skies and nothing but cold.
.
To what daemon have we our precious souls so carelessly sold
When once we were heroes made so valiantly of gold?
.
Yet, how tender as all the school kids across town cheered, behold!
When the snow monster over our jeweled city rolled.
.
-IAT