Angel On The Beach by Laurence Fuller

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Painting by Enrique Martinez Celaya - Poem by Laurence Fuller 

Angels on the beach crash all the black back lit warriors charging the best of the best. Beating wings on the winds of change, there’s now homes and bounties where migrants bless the skies for hope of another country where the water’s warmer. Where hope more freely comes to the rescue of good nature. Where we struck accord in nectar of bigger flowers, flourishing in the glistening rain. Bursting petals under the dawn of waxed out evenings charge the gorgeous sparrows flurry hundreds of colorful feathers. Lift up the aviary of time, there the boy pledges himself to the fresh morning of opportunity, wet the air, golden rays of grit shine dalliance daring and romantic. Open hearts win over crusted cancers, live with promise, I’ve omened so much along this perfect path. Green jade beaks, peck perfectly off the martial honor contemplate the haze, drifting channels in the air know the difference between the wall and the illusions wafting horizons with their ways. Challenge the maker, the creator, the opulent abolition. Ceremony is where he lays his demons to the rest of time. 

Bell Of The Ball by Laurence Fuller

Poem by Laurence Fuller

“Keeping In Time” by Michael Carson

“Keeping In Time” by Michael Carson

Bell of the ball, tapping fizzy champagne, glistening like golden artifice bulb bowls of sushi candy meat, luxury blessed our mouths. Yours, mine and ours, we know this day would come, matter most to us it’s now done, time to run through fields of our mind. Blinded by the shine reflected off cocktail glasses we left behind their turn to prove how much they care for us, but of course and we for them. Those owners happy management towards us, ringing drops dripping down our chins, well earned here we are today again we are on ice, the rocks rocked whiskey cups, is this real we were pulled together in this strange place. Firemen blessed my chest with heavy arms push me back and watch me dance, my fists to my chin where you been boy, touch me with mad love, your fists to mine, bing bang we’ll hurry this mad bad man down that ladder where he came, bells ring out swirling where you came, bring it I love this merry mischief, I’ll move my shoulders back and forth of course, of course, it’s all there, played spinning, one misstep those curtains fall that wizard beneath hearty laughter a tower of Marie Antoinette cups tumble shatter shards all reflecting ourselves pick them up and now that cuts, lick up that nicked our flesh and blood drips our lives like lucky friendship my lover, happy now, chuckles muck the ruffles of our sleeves, let’s leave it all to this, how’s danger sound? Like the tapping of a typewriter? Like the chorus in the background? Like the sound of the crowd? Like the bell of the ball? Tap for that poem out loud tap it like a corrective bubble forming round a paper shadow, turn it over, and over, and over. Notes to show the spiked shoes I hung up on my door, rebels of this unconscious war, rebel, rebel, rebel to all that distinction built up facade, fascinating repetitive, unpredictable suits of silk, flashy cards frame the wall, one by one, state into them and remember me, my reflection in you, down liquor like a good thing in my mind, tricks too taught like wire, we gather round the bonfire. Let all spill out now you know, now you know. 

Stills from the feature film “Phantom Thread”

Where is she in that crowd? Where does she run? What does it all mean when I watch that star light up the sky buzzing in the night, I can’t catch it and put it in my pocket can’t flit and flicker, hold on man, make dresses while you can, that’s all you can do, that’s what you were built for, I’ve cut silk shadows on the floor. Don’t get anxious and drop the balloons again.

She came in, to all that structure caused rupture to all the trodden footsteps left before, stomping on each one with dancing shoes tapping on my chest. I’ve slipped and lost my place, all those Gentry waiting for my grace and yet I’ve simply crumbled structures I built up, held cups slipped through my fingers, sudden stops in that mushroom soup. She would not come quietly with a purr but with the flamboyance of a roar. Took your medicine while you swam through all the memories, shook out those demons trapped and locked up down there, forgive them for rattling cages, they clutch the bars calling out and out it all seems different now. Strange romantics rumbling in you to stroke the cat once more. Not what you thought but what it is. Cat and bird or lion and eagle, both regal, maybe both at once, maybe spun like cotton and sowed to as a crest. Cut silk, pin the hem, wrap it all in fresh garments from places you’ve never been before, brush the dust up from the years gone by, your study making waves in the air with fabrics of new design.

Voyage Magazine Interview by Laurence Fuller

Thanks for sharing your story with us Laurence. So, let’s start at the beginning, and we can move on from there.
I first fell in love with film when I was a boy, I imagined myself within these great adventures unfolding, and the household I grew up in, was full of art and creation, my mother is an artist, and my father was an art critic championing British Romanticism, that sense of the hopeless Romantic has never left me.

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The Wisdom by Laurence Fuller

Scratched up days peddling on the pavement of possibilities, rocks kick up my tires, philosophers bless my ears as I bash down the new world beneath my feet along palm tree paths towards that augury that touched me as me a boy, I remember my cicerones of man.

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Bluff The Guts by Laurence Fuller

Here’s what you think you know about me, like I comply to that heavy weighted barb you rip across my flesh with delight. Here I am in front of you, I look with sullen eyes you see me proud, touched by the hands of those elect gentry. I speak, you hear commands & in my knowing phrases of the passages in deafening defeat rinse, repeat those bears of dark minds aren’t we all blind?

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New Iridescence by Laurence Fuller

Bashed up kindle washed up by the shores the savage seas swill its froth building in bubbles like the hot boiling temperatures surround her body. The tide flowing in and out with her breathe. Heavy breathing there it is all this under the bright light of the moon. 

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Leda And The Swan by Laurence Fuller

Leda looked into the pond, 
Surveyed her wan features, 
Pulled her blonde hair back from her face, 
When the feathered creature, 
Rising from the water, 
Raced with passion to her side, 
She unlaced her silky clothes, 
Lay stretched in womanly abandon, 
Among the rushes on the bank, 

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Prophecy - Peter Howson by Laurence Fuller

They bring prophecy in waves of mankind. I’ll brush down the wind tunnels of golden birch bark pieces looted and completed. Now’s the time to seize the time, our time, your time, desire fed fat paltry peaches chicken coups and joyous roars in the minefields of hungry dogs.

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Rambunctious Dream Child by Laurence Fuller

Rambunctious dream child of deadly fantasies, subject to all the beautiful suffering nightmares of long forgotten heroes and hungry whippets speeding down tangled passages of imagination. This isn’t what I thought it would be, there’s tremendous creatures here, they talk to me with so much mystic wisdom, how do they know it all to be deadly dreams untrue.

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Augury by Laurence Fuller

A word, a single word, it lands on the heart of the boy like the omen of his life. It’s sound shudders through the blade, it rings through the metal heat powered up to the scolding time of a blazing clutch double gripped. Self reliance; defy the authorities of the day that comply until favorite chance and time of life delays.

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Finding The Muse At Don Bachardy's Studio by Laurence Fuller

“The ensemble of actors, many of whom play multiple roles, all seem passionate & committed to the material. Hughes’ Quinn is a soft, introspective pleasure in the center of it all, embodying the fragility of the character perfectly while allowing the other actors to shine against the foil he provides them. Laurence Fuller (as Jason), Rebekah Brandes (as his girlfriend Miranda), Rex Lee (as his agent), & Greg Ainsworth as Quinn’s husband, are standouts in a cast that acquits itself admirably” LA Blade

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Body Chess by Laurence Fuller

Notebooks of a self I used to be, exultations of a person I no longer recognize. Near misses running between past lives, I adore you before the door closed and you were gone that night. Drifting spirit of Nordic dreams, I saw you in the background of the life I could be living if I gave myself the chance.

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Minotaur's Song: Chapter One - Nicola Hicks @ Flowers NY by Laurence Fuller

Bellowing throughout the countryside could be heard as she writhed in mud, beneath the bubbling soil lava breathed and boiled. The birth of the Minotaur has come. Worms and roots snapped and shuddered under his steaming hooves. Strapped harnessed, unchained body brushes it’s own will to the point of its aspiration, snout puffed, eyes bleeding flames of desire.

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Childish Force Of Nature by Laurence Fuller

Childish force of nature, my swirling body swims with salt drops dropping in pools of unexpected pleasure. Crashing water weeds washing their spirits with me. Together we cross over the top layer, before we get sucked under the other underneath pulled out to sea.

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