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The Note Preview



A shot from the upcoming film I’m DPing for, “The Note.”
the note

Written by Andrew Edmark

October 19th, 2009 at 6:43 pm

Posted in Musings




Bruce Block Exercise



Written by Andrew Edmark

October 12th, 2009 at 9:16 am

Posted in Musings




A Day In Madison



Written by Andrew Edmark

August 23rd, 2009 at 10:42 am

Posted in Musings




A Dialog



ROBERT
How is old Evelyn these days? How
are you two?

DANNY
We aren’t speaking again.

ROBERT
Again?

DANNY
Yea
(beat)
Nothing happened this time. She…
She just said she needed space,
more or less.

ROBERT
No court orders, then?

DANNY
Hah, no. I guess she’s got a pretty
serious boyfriend now.

ROBERT
I saw her with some guy a while
ago. Was that him?

DANNY
I guess so. He’s a comedian, I
think. That funny, nerdy type. The
type she would rather have had me
been, I’m assuming.

ROBERT
Hmm. Maybe he’s the one who wanted
you shoved aside then? I guess she
could go either way, really.

DANNY
I have a sneaking suspicion he had
some say. Because I thought we were
fine. I thought we had reached a
balance. I didn’t want to fuck her
anymore, and she seemed okay with
that.

ROBERT
Ah well… You’ll live.

DANNY
Yea. Yea. I know. But there’s a lot
invested in the both of us…
Sadly, the moment I stopped wanting
to be with her, she just wanted to
go her own way.
(beat)
There’s a part of me that hopes at
some point down the road we can be
as close as we were before… But
if we don’t, then… Well I guess
that’s how it goes sometimes.
Whatever. I guess we’re both
becoming happier people, from the
looks of it. And if that meant
taking me out of the picture then
thank fucking Christ.
(beat)
Do you believe in soul mates,
Robert?

ROBERT
Fuck if I know.

DANNY
Well I do. I really do. But not
that star-crossed lovers bullshit.
It’s just… Every soul in this
world is meant somehow to be
associated with another. And not
just one, either. Multiple. 2. 5.
10. 100. It doesn’t matter. But
there are pairings for all of us,
and it’s only a matter of time in
finding them.

ROBERT
Makes sense.

DANNY
You think so? I guess I always
thought Evelyn was one of those.
And I think most people often
confuse that link with romance. And
I think I went the wrong way with
this one. With Evelyn. Not that I
regret it, because I am where I am
now and I wouldn’t have it any
other way… But… But I feel like
there’s a piece of me that went
missing with her. And I’ll always
want it back. I gave it to her. It
was a gift. But all the same… I
miss it. I miss her. And as time
goes on, that want will subside…
But it’s not like I can just
forget. I can’t.

ROBERT
Hmm.

DANNY
I just hope she’s okay.

Written by Andrew Edmark

August 16th, 2009 at 11:44 pm

Posted in Musings




Photography Super-Update



midnight-ghost-ship

Written by Andrew Edmark

June 6th, 2009 at 10:23 am

Posted in Photos




Toilet Portrait



toilet-portrait

Self portrait I took while on a random road trip through illinois with the pops.

Written by Andrew Edmark

June 4th, 2009 at 11:58 pm

Posted in Musings




Inside Joke Poems



Poem I

Ahem. I’m going to take this time now to write you a poem.

In three parts:

Part One:

The dust settled in the old, wild west.
The Gunslinger knew that he had done his best.
The shots had been fired,
The wounds had been made,
So he rested his head
Under a tree
Under the shade.
He whistled a sweet song
Under the tree
Under the shade.

Part Two:

The old woman whispered under the veil of darkness,
“Hush, sweet child, the battle has been won.”
The Gunslinger lulled in his sleepy stupor,
And whispered in return,
“I know.”

Part Three:

The sun rose on the old, wild west.
The Gunslinger rose from his weary rest.
The townspeople, they watched as he rode.
They spoke to each other, in hushed whispers and tones,
“The Gunslinger, He puts on a great show.
He knows how to kick, and he knows how to blow.”
Kick…. Blow.
Kick… Blow.
Kick.. Blow.
Kick. Blow.
Kick Blow.

Poem II

There once was a man named Joe
He liked to eat yellow snow
Until one day
He ate some hay
And yelled out in bliss, “KICK BLOW!”

Poem III

This poem is titled, “You’re Awesome:”

Money you may not have.
Nor smarts
Or good looks.
But you’re special to me.
You’re special to me.

You’re awesome.
You’re great.
You’re the ace,
Shootin’ straight.

You’re Emilie,
Conqueror of worlds.
You leave nothing in your wake,
except love and joy and peace.

This poem doesn’t rhyme.
It has no rhythm.
I’m writing it because I’m bored.
And I know you like them.

So take this with a grain of salt.
I’m probably just drunk or high or really tired.
But it’s a poem, anyway.
It probably means something to someone.
I hope you enjoy it.
I hope you enjoy it.

…Kick Blow.

Written by Andrew Edmark

May 8th, 2009 at 10:33 am

Posted in Poetry




Ch-ch-ch-ch-Changes



We've Been Busy!

If you at all visit this site with any type of regularity, you may have been noticing some changes. Over the past few days I’ve been restructuring the site as well as adding new content here and there. This is all in hopes of generating more traffic and ultimately make this site a nicer and fuller experience for the people that come here.

I also wanted to creat a more professional layout, which is why the blog is now on a separate page. I hope all of you lovely fans can tolerate the changes, and will still check back often for (hopefully) more frequent updates from this guy.

Written by Andrew Edmark

May 4th, 2009 at 5:01 pm