America 1945-2013
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America 1945-2013
http://www.redbubble.com/people/salicath/works/23417887-america-1945-2013?asc=u&ref=work_carousel_work_portfolio_1
Vote Hillary
http://www.redbubble.com/people/salicath/works/23417781-vote-hillary?asc=u&ref=work_carousel_work_portfolio_1
Vote Trump
http://www.redbubble.com/people/salicath/works/23417615-vote-trump?asc=u&ref=work_carousel_work_portfolio_1
‘Trustworthy’
http://www.redbubble.com/people/salicath/works/23417516-trustworthy?asc=u&ref=work_carousel_work_portfolio_1
Joke’s On Us
http://www.redbubble.com/people/salicath/works/23417458-jokes-on-us?asc=u&ref=recent-owner
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Film People
I barely know anyone at this party. I was on my way to the film house when I stumbled into the costume designer from the last project and her producer friend when she told me the party had moved down below the bridge into an old bunker. After five seconds of conversation I was offered a new runner gig as the costume designer told her friend that I was “Just great,” to which I thought “Am I?” and then the producer told me “It’s a sci-fi thing,” and I intuitively yelled out “I love sci-fi!”
Anyway, we arrive at the scene of the party, and I don’t recognise anyone. Anyone male has a beard, more or less. I feel exposed without one. The women are either interesting-looking or drop-dead, out-of-this-world gorgeous. I see a flash of a face that hits me instantly and stays there, but I’ll get to that later. I want to know where I am before I start pining for some girl. I see someone I know, the scripter from the last project who I happens to be a very agreeable, jolly-as-he-goes kind of guy, and because he sort of looks like my cousin, it doesn’t feel like I’ve only known him for a week or so. He’s easy to talk to is what I’m saying, so we talk, and he says something about getting a pass and all the free beer, so after a while I go in line and this big, round guy with glasses that aren’t quite clear glasses and not really shades either asks me where I’m going, and I respond “In there?” and he says “And what’s that?” and I start worrying that there’s a secret password or something, I’m just about to whisper Fidelio, but I just mutter “Something film related? Film house, something, does that make sense?” and he just goes “You got it,” and puts a paper band around my wrist and says “The beers are in the barrels,” raising his voice to compensate for the modern ‘music’ that’s pumping through the concrete room in there, and I walk inside wondering where the hell I am and feel a bit nervous and excited at the same time. It doesn’t take much for me to feel out my depth, but I kind of like the feeling. At least at this point.
Walking Down the Drive | Christian Holse Salicath
I’ve been thinking a lot about Commercial Drive since I started spending time there. It’s a place that activates my brain unlike anywhere else. Downtown Vancouver used to do that for me, too, but not anymore. Back when I wasn’t used to all the tall glass monoliths hovering over the streets, back when I wasn’t accustomed to modern, North American living. There were a lot of new thoughts to think there at first, it’s an unfamiliar place for someone who calls Copenhagen home. Every building back in Denmark is older than this entire country. That’s what it feels like, at least. Now it feels like I’ve almost run out of new things to discover in that area. Every train of thought keeps going around in a loop. My time doesn’t seem well spent there anymore.
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My fourth contribution to ThatLitSite. This one is a little different than my previous efforts.
Review: 'To Your Health' by Jeremiah Walton | Christian Holse Salicath
Jeremiah Walton is one of the upcoming poets I have heard a lot about lately, but I hadn’t read any of his poetry until now. To be perfectly frank, I wasn’t sure the comeback of poetry was much more than a Tumblr trend until I went to a poetry slam in person a few weeks ago. It turns out it’s much more than that, obviously, and it’s a kind of collective communication I haven’t experienced before. Jeremiah Walton’s new poetry collection, To Your Health: Humanity’s Diagnosis, is a good example of what this newly evolving medium can do, but at times it’s also an example of what it can’t do—yet.
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My first time reviewing poetry! Great material to start with, I'm looking forward to see what Walton's got in the works.
Review: 'Kafka on the Shore' by Haruki Murakami | Christian Holse Salicath
There is a timeless quality to losing yourself in a good book. When the words on the page are just right, keep you emotionally invested and intellectually stimulated all at once, that when finished leaves you sitting still for a good five minutes, looking as if everything around you is a little different, although you’re not quite sure how. Kafka on the Shore by Haruki Murakami is one such book.
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My second contribution to That Lit Site.
Why Reading Matters | Christian H. Salicath
“You don’t have to burn books to destroy a culture. Just get people to stop reading them.” - Ray Bradbury
Before I begin, I’d like to say that I am going to make a subjective argument. You might want to imagine the words “I think” before certain statements, but that would probably make for repetitive reading. I might be wrong, I hope I’m wrong, actually, but I think (case in point) we have a growing problem as a culture; People don’t read as much as they used to. I have tried to find statistics to disprove this, but I have only found contradictory numbers so far.
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My first article on That Lit Site!
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A Farewell To Arms - An Essay
(Spoilers Ahead)
So, Ernest. This was an interesting journey. I finished A Farewell To Arms yesterday, and I did not react the way I expected. I thought I had you figured out right until the end, to be honest. I remember in the beginning of the story, being introduced to your main character Frederic Henry (you), an American enlisted in the Italian army during the First World War. I was enticed, and much to my own surprise, I could relate to you, and if I had been alive and brave back then, I became convinced I would have done the same.
"What an odd thing - to be in the Italian army." "It's not really the army. It's only an ambulance." "It's very odd, though. Why did you do it?" "I don't know," I said. "There isn't always an explanation for everything." "Oh, isn't there? I was brought up to think there was." "That's awfully nice."
Her - An Essay
Watching Spike Jonze’s new film Her, I found a way to describe the feeling of truly connecting with a cinematic experience, the feeling that swells and brings to both tears and smiles whenever I watch the films I love the most.
Day Off
Some people like to kill time. Personally, I prefer to resuscitate it. I think the term ‘day off’ is a misnomer. I understand that it implies turning ‘off’ the stress machine, sitting back, breathing, and so on, but doesn’t it imply something else, too? That you’re turned off completely, like Luke turns off C-3PO in Episode IV? I don’t want be a turned off android on my day off, I want to be Han Solo. Not sure if that metaphor worked the way I had imagined, but no matter. Moving on. So, you have a day off? There are a million things you could do with your time. You could go to your usual coffee shop and have the usual cup of coffee, or you could go do something else. You could go to a thrift store and imagine just what kind of person you would have to be to wear that awful shirt. You could go to the mall and feel sorry for all the women that dream of being headless mannequins. You could go to the comic book store and look at all the fantasies and imaginations sprawled across the covers. You could ask an employee what his favourite comic is, and why? You would probably hear some very passionate words about a very specific thing that this one person loves more than anything else. It’s free. His white-haired, Santa-faced boss would probably tell you that’s what he’s paid to do. I bet he doesn’t get that question very often. You could go and read some Hemingway at Chapters by the fireplace (a fireplace in a three-storey bookstore, fancy that), get yourself some brave war and death transferred into your peaceful city-imagination. There’s no kind of death quite like literary death. If you die in a good book, you’ll live forever. But then you would have to be a fictional character, I suppose. If only you were a fictional character, life would be so much easier.
Something needs to be written
Something needs to be written. There’s something in my head that needs to be written, and I don’t know what it is, or what it’s waiting for. It’s rare to be aware of this state, this usually tiny time between complete ignorance and creative revelation.
Slacker - An Essay
I've always had a thing for directors' debuts. It's the first leap into cinema for a new voice, the initial shout (or whisper) of a person who has something to say. I usually cut the director some slack whenever he or she stumbles on the technical side of filmmaking, if the dialogue hasn't reached the flow of the later work, if the mundane seeps into the look and feel of the film, mostly because that's something every director has to go through, but also because I simply admire the fact that a film was made, that the person in question got up and said "Let's make a movie" and carried that through to the end for the first time. Most people prefer 'Pulp Fiction' over 'Reservoir Dogs', but I love Tarantino's first film more than his later work because his over-the-top temperament was still governed by a limited budget and a big imagination at the time. The conflict between vision and creation was apparent in the best of ways. You can see real life behind the actors in the background, the fiction is obviously and admirably set up in front of everyday life, and I think that's one of the main reasons that I found Richard Linklater's first feature film 'Slacker' to be so stimulating. Not only is everyday life, the mundane and the stories without traditional narrative arcs in the background, they are the foundation of the film, proudly presented upfront in an off-beat, varied fashion that kept me interested and surprised throughout.