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Thursday, May 17, 2012

East Bluff Shell

A man met a woman at a convention. She wasn't there for the convention. They met and locked eyes and knew each other. He walked to her. "You are something else," he said. It turned out they lived in the same building on the other side of the country. They were together for a long time. Years later, they went on a trip together. She had a fever for a few days and decided to go home early. The fever had chewed up her heart and she died in her sleep on the plane home.

She went in and out of his life with the most grace I've ever heard of. She blinked away without warning and no violence. She got sick and then she died.

There's a poetry to chance. Kismet. I don't believe in God but there's a point where chance almost touches the world of magic. I don't believe in God, but I believe in poetry. I don't believe that poetry is only in our perception. The world has its own poetry. Not for us, for itself. Not space and stars or trees and wind, the universe itself. Something is to the universe what poetry is for us.

- On a walk from East Bluff Shell, down Farwell to Brady, Brady to the closed Italian grocery store, then back to Arlington until Arlington meets Franklin and then back to my apartment, during which time I thought of a girl I once knew and how she kicked in a car that belonged to her ex-boyfriend and then I realized that I actually slept with her recently and funny that that's the same girl, because the two memories are miles apart in my head. And after this train of thought that I tried to dictate as closely as I could, I was thinking as I walked past the last few houses on my block before my apartment and as I climbed my steps that I don't walk so often now that I run a lot and how the two things are not the same, that you get thoughts from walking you don't get other times.

Monday, May 14, 2012


Heavy Hands stars Frankie Latina and Kumar Pallana

Well well well.

It's that time of the year when love is in the air. Parties, weddings, parties, wedding, parties. Then brunches and more weddings.

Two really awesome couples got married this weekend - Cesar and Bobbi and Micah and Genna.

There was buffets and wrestling and old friends and new friends and girlfriends and toasts and mini bowling and whole lot of other insane, fun, lovey, dovey, heart barf mastery.

But now it's time to get to business. I have a couple more shoot things this week and music and editing and soundtrack galore.

And goddamn am I excited.

With the help of my friends and kickstarter nation I'm gonna have an edit ready for festival submission come August 10th. That may seem an arbitrary deadline but let me tell you, it's not.

Let me declare it here and declare it now, Monday, May 14th 2012, starts the stretch run of Heavy Hands.

Are you ready? Are you ready?

Monday, May 7, 2012

For Starters

I can’t thank you all enough for the insane love and support you’ve shown me and my feature film Heavy Hands.
I ventured in this kickstarter campaign not exactly knowing if I could succeed or not. Lets just say I thought but I didn't know.
It became increasingly clear to me - throughout the campaign but especially at the end - that the people in my life would not accept this project falling short, they would have my back.
This revelation, at this point in my life, is one of the most important and humbling lessons I could be taught.
This isnt just a thank you letter - this is a promise - that with your support and overwhelming interest I will make Heavy Hands better than anyone imagined. 
We will make this film better than I ever imagined.
From Milwaukee with love, forever and a day.
Sean Williamson