Will this be the best Micro Movie Marathon yet? You’ve got just 7 days to make it so. Next week at 11:59 PM the opportunity to enter the oddest little festival in Michigan will have slipped past.
Most of us experience a single sequential universe, events like doors along a burning hallway, fleeting respite in our flight from inexorable death. Supposedly, all of our sparkling human adventures end as slumping meat in the charnel house, perhaps with a postscript from some fantastic realm of inconceivable spiritual rapture. We barely survive arctic blasts, mailbox hating plow truck drivers, mediocre television, gray skies, cabin fever, economic uncertainty, familial intransigence, industrial food analogs, decrepit starter motors… for what?
In the cracks and crevices of travail, between the innumerable insults and degradations of metabolism, we make movies. The spring is but a lover’s promise, long months stretching into an uncertain future. Art compels us to deny the dreary overcast with the glow of screens and stark beams that send dust motes dancing. Remote industrial monsters rend the earth for coal, oil and uranium so that great dynamos can spin the wild electric fire our desires require. We eat the earth to realize an alternate universe that might persist fresh forever, flickering and shouting our stories long after our bodies are rotted and forgotten.
This is your human debut – your scribbled script, shaky close-up, ill timed edit. One week remains to roll a note and cork the bottle, to push your middle finger in the face of posterity, to send your grandchildren a love letter. Can a whole cosmos really come into being in less than 7 days? Are you going to get down with your inner divinity? Heaven is spread upon the earth but man does not see it, unless it’s under 3 minutes.
Michelangelo, Creation of Adam (detail)
thanks for the reminder…I’ll be looking into how to enter a film later today.