Parallel Settlements - A Documentary Film

Parallel Settlements is a gritty documentary revealing the two extreme worlds of Los Angeles. One, shiny, scraping the skies, where limitless and greed is the only way; the other, laying inert at the base of sumptuousness, hopeless, blurred and unseen.

Parallel Settlements is an essay documentary for the conscious and unaware minds alike, a journey that once taken, one would have more questions and maybe, why not, plausible solutions.

 

Paralel Settlements KickStarter project page: http://kck.st/aGxjeL

 

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Articles/Opinions/Essays

Poetry

*<~ A Prayer in the Dark ~>*

Submitted by Night Shadow on Thu, 2010-05-20 09:51

By: Miranda Renee

 

My eyes always hide my sorrow.
I ask Mr.Clock if I can have some more time to borrow.
...He always says "no" .
He always tells me I've got some other place to go.
And I know.

Intimate

Submitted by NatalieLaurelle on Tue, 2010-05-18 05:15

Drawn to closeness then blinded by betrayal
Swept up by love then humiliated by its loss
Driven by hope then bound by fear.

You smelled the scent of fear in what I write
As though your mind was created for me
Your answer to me has blown my words into flight

Only by revealing 
Secrets of the past 
You have stopped my head from reeling

Prose

  • A town close to nowhere

    Submitted by Jaia Papitz on Wed, 2009-06-17 04:29

    A town close to nowhere. From above everything seems close to nowhere. The steps, the dreams and hopes, the bus station or the bus itself seem to take us nowhere. The Globe itself seems to spin with a ferocious redundancy in a vicious cycle.

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             I know that I diminished considerably my chances to get your phone number, my beautiful stranger and drink companion, but maybe another drink would keep you glued to the stool as I slowly slip into an amorphous presence. I wish you were married, ugly, fat and a little bit more disgusting than I could ever describe so I could punish my impertinentcies by inviting you to a motel and kissing that repulsiveness over and over; and I would do that as a great lover, greater than Romeo and with more passion and loyalty than Don Juan was ever able to show; I’m very aware that the general concept about Don Juan is everything but loyalty. If our ephemeral encounter will permit, I shall develop further the Don Juan social hysteria. Anyway, once in a while I get masochistic and I tend to reprimand my antisocial behaviors with disgusting images; for balance’s sake.

Blogs

  • I spread my wings and the horizon grows (my thoughts)

    Submitted by Night Shadow on Fri, 2010-05-14 15:44

    I step out of my shell further.  As time passes , sometimes fleeting glimpses and sometimes so slowly,  but I know I am still moving.  Obstacles laid before me, ever towering, ever growing.  Just waiting for me to crumble.   Waiting for  that plunge into the abyss in which light shall not escape as if I myself were being swept into a black hole.  So far I have fallen, But now..... Now I began to rise.  I ascend slowly , yet surely .   A breath of fresh air.   Something inside me has deeply awakened.  I feel it now.  It gives me lift.  When once I saw blackness , now light congeals rays of color seeming so solid, I can reach out and touch them.  And I know now, this is it .... My LIFE,  My voice,  too long had I let it become silenced , but I have allowed my mind to wander and what I am finding is that there are no limitations except those which I hinder unto myself.   I have come to realize I have wings, not in the sense of actual wings, no something more grand then that.  And yes there are things more grand.