Category Archives: Screenplays
Inspiration being a stitch in the head,
nagging and nagging
the pragmatic everyday life I try to exist in.
I just give up.
I sell myself, in whole,
to my ideas that bring me life.
My ideas bring me life.
My ideas are the oxygen, water, and protein
keeping me alive.
Unpragmatic, purely platonic.
Don’t ask how I am today,
I am working.
Yes, perhaps alone,
so not alone live I.
My ideas keep me alive
-Seth Tyler Black Dec. 2010
I am very happy to say that the screenplay for “A Portrait of a Young Artist” has been finalized, and we are now going forward with tech and character casting within the next few months.
To celebrate this progression, new artwork featuring “John’s Lullaby” has been released.
Also, a new facebook page has been added to help garner support and help during the pre-production process.
Despite being busy with continued editing and production plans for his first screenplay, “A Portrait of a Young Artist”, as well as other projects, artist Seth Tyler Black is continuing the pursuit of a dream by starting his second screenplay, now going by the short name “Bohemia”, which is expected to the structure of his short stageplay that goes by the same name.
On Seth Tyler Black’s personal Facebook site, he made the news public early yesterday morning with a short snippet from one of the sections of the new screenplay:
“When people ask why I insist on working on art instead of hanging out and doing, what I would consider, unproductive things, simple things, I simply say devotion, and to prove you wrong, and to prove them wrong.”
“Who is them?”
Stay tuned for more information on this upcoming screenplay.
I love you,
but you are not what you seem.
A rock on the road will not be the end.
You are my one and only,
and I have put everything behind me
in order to pursue you.
I made an apostasy in order to be with you.
I gave up too much to leave.
I am here for you,
nothing that anyone can say will separate us.
I finally feel like I have a place,
and no one can take that away.
I stand by you,
and no one can change,
no one can end.
No one can strangle this but myself.
You took my heart,
and I do not want it back.
Vindictive or pleasant you may seem,
you are mine.
Successful you may not be to them,
but to me, oh yeah.
Ostensible pretentious views that make you,
and you would be an empty bottle without it.
Don’t change for them.
I am happy with you the way you are,
and I won’t let them get to you.
Don’t let them strangle you.
Since you are me,
and I am you,
we are one.
And if we go down,
we go down together.
But I’ll keep fighting for you.