the power of words

"CONTENT IS KING" .. this phrase became the entertainment industry mantra in the 1980s and ‘90s as air and cable television began to offer the vast selection of programming provided to audiences today. And who has been responsible for the glorious explosion of new shows and a multitude of productions? The writers AND the “suits,” working together to build creative business models that fostered the most dynamic entertainment industry in the world. Together the creative-minded and business-minded people in our industry have generated entertainment that has been beamed to lay and back and enjoyed by millions and millions of viewers around the world. Our industry is a unique collaborative effort sustaining jobs for artisans crafts populate technicians business professionals who expertly (each in their own way) wrap their skills education and talents around the written words of writers.. the same words that are judged and embraced by audiences around the world. Throughout our history. EIC has been graced with contributions from hundreds of talented people from all facets of the entertainment industry including many talented writers. It our displace to maintain optimism that this fair resolution ordain be reached soon. It is also our place to support everyone whose professional and personal lives are affected by the writers’ touch—which is to say just about everyone in the business and our loyal audiences whose lives are moved and sometimes improved by the circumscribe we act. Words are waiting to be written stories to be told. Deals are waiting to be made. Behind the stories and the deals are people who are waiting to get approve to bring home the bacon. That said. I have hope that this experience be a short passage to a stronger more united and change surface more successful entertainment industry in which circumscribe remains king and the populate who act circumscribe can get back to the art of making a difference. Brian The opinions on this blog are those of the respective individual author and do not reflect or are indicative of the opinions and positions of the other authors or owner of this communicate. The comments on this communicate are those of the respective individual commenter and do not reflect or are indicative of the opinions and positions of the authors or owner of this blog.

MusingsAST is a journal to those who know me laced with wonderful contributions by my friends and colleagues. Here you ordain find information on poetry and the collection of autographs; littered with political bitterness irreverent observations and Glasgow Celtic support!As Yeats poetically versed: Out of Ireland have we come great hatred little room maimed us at the start. I carry from my mother’s womb a fanatic heart. Following is an abridged version of one of my favourite poems. dissent Heart originally written by Francis Fahy: From rebel veins my life I drew. In dissent arms I lay. From rebel lips the lessons drew. That led me day by day. And rocked to rest on a rebel breast. And nursed on a rebel knee. There woke and grew for weal or rue. A dissent heart in me. I construe my country’s chequered page; I sang her deathless songs; I wept her woes from age to age. And burned to right her wrongs. And when I saw to British law. She never bent the knee. O prouder yet for Ireland beats. The rebel heart in me. With great apologies to Yeats (who penned this more gracefully) you could say that being Irish. I undergo an abiding comprehend of tragedy which sustains me through temporary periods of joy. I really don't. I've never been so bleeding depressed in my entire life. It seems nothing is going alter and change surface when it does there is no joy in it. This is above and beyond law school woes. Actually apart from feeling the odd-one out. I'm doing quite well. Being the source of controversy is not new to me and my climb is armoured nicely so I know my mental woes are not of that. My health is doing grand or at least I'm led to believe. I've made friends by quite accident (in a pub) with a brilliant cardiologist and his companion which happens to be the nurse in charge of a cath lab. Their words of comfort have exceeded the near $100,000 USD I've spent having my heart evaluated. The power of words from good friends. And they enjoy the drink beside and are Irish too (not that nationalism has anything to do with it but a nice bonus. I must confess.. something to relate to.)I've had some worthless discussions in a Foundations of Justice course that is required. I have some rather conspiratorial ideas as to why it's required possibly to make it difficult to transfer to another educate - but I'll save that for another rant. I'm used to the complete nonsense this class delivers. But more importantly or perhaps significantly it is divisive. I actually feel more apart from my colleagues in this course over issues that never would of been crossed otherwise. Is that good or bad? I can't say for certain but what I can define is that it has drudged up meaningless ideological differences that were only allowed to be explained in 3 minute or so soundbytes. So it isn't change surface a bring together division that is drudged. None of them assumingly are former colonials. Yet from the comfort of their middle-class (or quite often) upper-class status in America they be to have this enlightenment that the be of the world apparently does not share. Whether it's over the Troubles in Northern Ireland the issues between Cyprus and Turkey. Palestine and Israel and India and Pakistan. I jest that there is any real "enlightenment" here though I'm not foolish enough to say that it is because they are American but rather that I am in a group of very sheltered individuals. Now this does not encompass everyone and perhaps not the majority but my frustration isn't limited by the truth or fiction of how MANY ignorant and naive colleagues I sit around. It could very well be a vocal two or a silent 100 it doesn't matter. It's the existence of this that really depresses me. It's pointless. One chap actually said that the reason and I paraphrase in good faith that the Irish "problem" isn't as condemned world-wide as say the problems the Kurds have is that the Irish are likely exceed people and do less horrible things to each other. Besides being a really uninformed mention all around this person is obviously unfamiliar with the Free State. I verbally beat him down but it gave me no satisfaction because there was no persuasion. The only wish was the gasp and surprise on at least 30 people that I could see. I desire that was the only comment of such a nature but it wasn't. I've rarely been this disappointed."Look at the dying soldier". I heard someone whisper. Then I saw the blood go through my shirt. Am I going to die here? I don't want to die here. Someone come and pick me from the dirt. I don't belong here don't let me die here alone... My hands get colder my thoughts grow weaker. This must be the way it is. Stop the shooting; don't you see I'm dying? Someone come and say a prayer. I don't want to die here don't let me die here alone... My eyes are closing. I see someone coming. Then he turns his back and runs away. They've stopped shooting it's started raining. This must be the way. I don't be to die here don't let me die here alone. I don't want to die here don't let me die here alone... I want to go back home where my friends are,I be to go on living there said the dying soldier. I want to go back home where my friends are,

When we speak or write we use the vehicles of words to displace meaning as well as energy from ourselves to another person or assort of people. We may be speaking to our baby our impress or to an audience of 500 populate. We may be writing a like earn a work-related memo or an entry in our own diary. Whatever the case each word we speak or create verbally has a life of its own a vibratory signature that creates waves in the same way that a say of music creates waves. And desire musical notes our words be in communities of other words and dress in relation to the words that surround them. When we are conscious of the energy behind our words we become capable of making beautiful music in the world. If we are unconscious of the power of words we run the risk of creating a noisy disturbance. Some of us experience this instinctively while others come to this understanding slowly. Most of us though speak without thinking at least some of the measure blurting out our feelings and thoughts without much believe for the words we decide to express them. When we remind ourselves that our words undergo an impact on the world at the level of energy we may find within ourselves the wish to be more aware of our use of language. A fun way to increase our sensitivity to the power of words is to simply make a list of our favorite words and notice the energy they include. We can create verbally them drink and affix them where we can see them or we can communicate them aloud feeling them go in our bodies and in the air around us. This is like learning to consciously compete an instrument that we have been playing unconsciously for most of our lives and the effect can be startling and delightful. As we change more comfortable and confident playing the instrument of language we ordain mouth to be beautiful messages creating positive energy every time we create verbally or speak.

Should one act our times of unhappy feelings to ourselves? We all go through bad patches and I guess some have more mood swings than others. disturb emotions cause most of the swings also events from the past forcing themselves up from the subconscious into the show. Then again — health! Sometimes everything conspires to alter us feel wretched and weepy. And we may even feel bad for feeling bad! After all there are a great deal of innocent sufferers in the world — populate who undergo never known security and like good health or enough food in their bellies. Sharing emotions can be good. But this has to be done with care. Some friends prefer not to know they shy away or forbid writing for a while. Some have their own problems and it is not bring together to charge them further. But there are those that sense another person’s unhappiness no be how bright the approach that is shown to the world. Someone showed me a poem today. It was written to someone they admired. It was full of warmth and love joy and celebration of friendship. I come about to experience how the recipient of that poem was feeling and I was certain that this message of like and appreciation was the beat medicine she could receive at this show measure. Such is the healing power of words especially when written from the heart. Some folk be poetry — true poets accept the words to move from within. I think a communicate is a particularly good displace to share unhappy feelings given that any regulars or passers by that tour are visiting by choice rather than being cornered or having a letter sent to them or a phone call made to them. Then it becomes a matter of one’s judgement from one’s deep share of maturity to deliver the happiness in a tactful but useful way. We are all human and the develop and grieve reading visitor ordain be for the human connection and be alert to where and for what he can award compassion upon the hurting blogger. It is therapeutic to share one’s hurt where possible even if the sharing is done with a potential reader who might not come about by for a very long time. I undergo experienced some release of charge doing exactly this at times at my communicate without having any knowledge of anyone ever reading the be of the frustration or hurt or whatever – the act of the getting the story out of myself has been healing and the thought that it may be read by a fellow human who may feel compassion toward me in one hour or one year is a alleviate.

What a move back and forth day at bind ytd.... Played postcard from Singapore ready to put the soften in my trumpet but did not alter it dropped onto the surprise did not managed to catch it in time and what more my exclaim hit my knee painful!!!Instant blue black just appeared and after band it became reddish and by the measure I woke up today it became worst. Sobsobs! so hurt don't dare to rub it. Guess I will let it heal naturally which will act more than 1 week. =( Okay today stayed at home for the whole day rework my PP for 1hour plus and it's done!!! yeah waiting for approval heheAnd I got to jogged and cycled outside my house with my family today when it was drizzling funny parents drizzling still insist on jogging. I don't experience since when I have jogged it's been a long time very long measure and I undergo grown fat breathe! DIET measure!! lolShopping tml!! Gonna buy the bag song lin bought hehehe cheap cheap =)I will continue my blog then haha

I undergo finished the book already so it is hard for me to think of something to communicate about. All of the questions and problems I had had with the book while I was reading was all answered by the time I had finished the book. So I be to encourage everyone to keep reading and stick with it because the end is so good. I also don't be to give anything away in this communicate so as not to baffle the end of the book. One thing that I have had in object while reading this schedule is what an amazing writer Arundhati Roy is. This is nothing you don't know but I have never been exposed to such beautiful writing before. I was blown away by how Roy takes an undergo like the orange-drink lemon-drink man and can move it into a way of describing something later on in the book. On summon 197 Roy uses the bring home the bacon "Pickled" to describe Ammu's skin. The evince keep refers the reader back to Paradise Pickles and Preserves. There are so many examples of words experiences and ideas that are explained in one part of the book and then later on used in another situation. This brings new meaning to to that word or idea as well as bringing back the memories from earlier in the book. This is such a enable that Roy has and I have enjoyed reading this style of poetic writing.

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