Mark - Now We Are Free- Chosen Song Research

I've just got a few images relating to my chosen song, which is 'Now We Are Free' . It's about the gladiator with great passion, emotion and bravery.

Through the film which the song soundtracks, the gladiator misses his murdered family and really wants to be reunited with them in heaven but first he'll have to fight.

The top image is very moving, the way he is lent down brushing the top of the fields its like he's bin away but has come back home. The color is also very bright but easy on the eye.

The other images show him imprisoned with other men and with the emperor, Caesar. That image is moving as you can see the pain and grief in the eyes of Russell Crowe. You can see he just wants to free.

The colosseum is the venue in the film and history where all the fights were staged many battles were held. This is the epic view of a place held in history and at the time the worst for many prisoners and slaves.

All these images are very moving and tell their own message, the song is by Hans Zimmer. The lyrics are sad and the music is very emotional, you can see that same emotion in the eyes of Crowe.

I will collect more images and evidence before designing my storyboards, i want to try and capture the sheer emotion and heartache in my finals to explain just how lost and heroic the gladiator is.

mark - Angel Video by Massive Attack

Mark - Sledgehammer Video

Mark - Video Image Research

Here are 2 images from the music video Angel by Massive Attack. One shows a man and his expression to being nailed into a coffin and the other shows his view from the box while its being moved and screwed down.

These images are very strong and give you a sense of realism, both shots show great expression and angles.

The fact that the video is black and white gives it that dated feeling, which makes it seem more real and that it could be real, as these things used to happen back in the day.

The producer is trying to catch that facial reaction and state of shock when the man realizes that he is going to be buried alive! The above image showing the mans view is more disturbing, only being able to see the sky and screwdriver as the other man screws him in.

The suspense and tenseness of the image instantly makes you wonder if he does indeed get buried or somehow survives.

I will hope to use some strong imagery like this, giving a clear message and showing the viewer just how emotional it is.

Mark - Video Image Research

To start with i see two disturbing images that would creep me out. They are both from the music video by Marilyn Manson - Beautiful People.

He has weird ways of putting his message across and is not shy in what way he is seen by the world.

The lyrics discuss two major themes: what Manson refers to as 'the culture of beauty' and the cultures connection to Friedrich Neitzsche's theory of master-slave morality.

He's explaining that the songs 'weak ones' are always wrong and the 'strong ones' are the beautiful people.

It's known as one of his most successful tracks.

The images do show what he sees as beautiful people, but they are actually quite grim and weird looking with machines on their heads and bodies. His view was that the normal less motivated people are seen as weak and useless to modern society.

I personally wouldn't use images like this as i see them as being weird and disturbing, there very exploitive and strange.

I would maybe mimic the way in which he puts his message down, using people and different objects to show the emotion.

Lee - Album Cover Research

I like T-Pains album cover, its current, bright with colour and the typo is quite cool.

I think it helps with an album cover like this, it will get people interested and it will grab his audience.

He will be looking at mainly R&B fans and people who like dancing and high tunes!

Its set like its referring to a circus, this may be because his tracks have different variety and reach out to his fans.

There was a lot of hype surrounding his album as all his singles were very popular so people have been waiting patiently for his album to drop.

I like this Chris Brown album cover a lot. He is very famous for his big tunes and quality dancing and has many fans worldwide.

Some of his early music was very much pointed at the younger generation of fans and people into kiddy R&B and puppy love.

Since he grown up a lot and has started producing hot tracks such as 'You' & ' I Can Transform Ya'.

I think he wants to be seen as an older role model now, he wants to produce music for fans more to his age. He is growing up, taking his music and publicity with him.

Another artist who has grown an awful lot is Mario. He was in the same era as Chris Brown and has come a long way with the times.

He has had a transformation from young singer to mature artist.

His older album covers were happy smiley looking very kiddy and young, now he looks a grown man and very mature.

He makes track that are club bangers and that can be danced to. His album cover is slightly copying the cover for blockbuster film ' Die Hard 4.0 ' . I think it looks quite cool and does show he has grown a lot with the times.

Lil wayne is well known for his outrageous album covers and prints. This is no different!

He is pictured as a baby with all his tattoo's and jewelry on. I really do like it though, more for comical reason as it just looks cool to look at, as well as the baby looking totally cute and innocent.

There will be many different views on this cover but most people will love it.

It shows Lil Wayne has a very wide imagination and isn't afraid of taking chance.

I totally love this album cover, my personal favorite. The colors are so bright and amazing.

Kanye has recently bin in the news and limelight for many reasons but one is definitely his style and dress sense. He loves bright colors, sneakers and hats. He is one of the best dressed males in the music industry at present.

He wanted to reach out to fans on this album with collaborations and new styled music. His other albums have been about college and graduating, so he made this one in the same light making it seem like he is still a young kid.

The album cover matches his personality, which is also known worldwide. He is rather cocky and arrogant but thats what makes him who he is.

A personal favorite of mine, for both style and music production.

Lee - Andy Warhol Research

Lee - Music Research

I looked at some US news stories from online magazine - The Situation-Stateside.

It has the latest news and major stories on all the music stars and talents of the world.

There are different styles and genres of music on the site but mainly from the R&B and Hip Hop world featuring artists such as Jay Z and Lil Wayne.

Lee - Video Research

Another video that i like. It comes from the idea itself, real crew dancing and hip hop soundtracks.

Lee - Video Research

I love this video of Diversity, Britain's Got Talent winners. They have slick dance moves and the range of their dancing fits in with the genre of my chosen track.

I may edit some of this video and use it in my final. The clothing and moves will blend just right with other videos i choose.

Mark - Poet Research

T S Elliot

The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock
by T S Eliot

S’io credesse che mia risposta fosse
A persona che mai tornasse al mondo,
Questa fiamma staria senza piu scosse.
Ma perciocche giammai di questo fondo
Non torno vivo alcun, s’i’odo il vero,
Senza tema d’infamia ti rispondo.

Let us go then, you and I,
When the evening is spread out against the sky
Like a patient etherised upon a table;
Let us go, through certain half-deserted streets,
The muttering retreats
Of restless nights in one-night cheap hotels
And sawdust restaurants with oyster-shells:
Streets that follow like a tedious argument
Of insidious intent
To lead you to an overwhelming question…
Oh, do not ask, “What is it?”
Let us go and make our visit.

In the room the women come and go
Talking of Michelangelo.

The yellow fog that rubs its back upon the window-panes,
The yellow smoke that rubs its muzzle on the window-panes
Licked its tongue into the corners of the evening,
Lingered upon the pools that stand in drains,
Let fall upon its back the soot that falls from chimneys,
Slipped by the terrace, made a sudden leap,
And seeing that it was a soft October night,
Curled once about the house, and fell asleep.

And indeed there will be time
For the yellow smoke that slides along the street,
Rubbing its back upon the window-panes;
There will be time, there will be time
To prepare a face to meet the faces that you meet;
There will be time to murder and create,
And time for all the works and days of hands
That lift and drop a question on your plate;
Time for you and time for me,
And time yet for a hundred indecisions,
And for a hundred visions and revisions,
Before the taking of a toast and tea.

In the room the women come and go
Talking of Michelangelo.

And indeed there will be time
To wonder, “Do I dare?” and, “Do I dare?”
Time to turn back and descend the stair,
With a bald spot in the middle of my hair
[They will say: “How his hair is growing thin!”]
My morning coat, my collar mounting firmly to the chin,
My necktie rich and modest, but asserted by a simple pin
[They will say: “But how his arms and legs are thin!”]
Do I dare
Disturb the universe?
In a minute there is time
For decisions and revisions which a minute will reverse.

For I have known them all already, known them all:
Have known the evenings, mornings, afternoons,
I have measured out my life with coffee spoons;
I know the voices dying with a dying fall
Beneath the music from a farther room.
So how should I presume?

And I have known the eyes already, known them all
The eyes that fix you in a formulated phrase,
And when I am formulated, sprawling on a pin,
When I am pinned and wriggling on the wall,
Then how should I begin
To spit out all the butt-ends of my days and ways?
And how should I presume?

And I have known the arms already, known them all
Arms that are braceleted and white and bare
[But in the lamplight, downed with light brown hair!]
It is perfume from a dress
That makes me so digress?
Arms that lie along a table, or wrap about a shawl.
And should I then presume?
And how should I begin?

Shall I say, I have gone at dusk through narrow streets
And watched the smoke that rises from the pipes
Of lonely men in shirt-sleeves, leaning out of windows?…

I should have been a pair of ragged claws
Scuttling across the floors of silent seas.

And the afternoon, the evening, sleeps so peacefully!
Smoothed by long fingers,
Asleep… tired… or it malingers,
Stretched on the floor, here beside you and me.
Should I, after tea and cakes and ices,
Have the strength to force the moment to its crisis?
But though I have wept and fasted, wept and prayed,
Though I have seen my head (grown slightly bald) brought in upon a platter,
I am no prophet and here’s no great matter;
I have seen the moment of my greatness flicker,
And I have seen the eternal Footman hold my coat, and snicker,
And in short, I was afraid.

And would it have been worth it, after all,
After the cups, the marmalade, the tea,
Among the porcelain, among some talk of you and me,
Would it have been worth while,
To have bitten off the matter with a smile,
To have squeezed the universe into a ball
To roll it toward some overwhelming question,
To say: “I am Lazarus, come from the dead,
Come back to tell you all, I shall tell you all”
If one, settling a pillow by her head,
Should say: “That is not what I meant at all.
That is not it, at all.”

And would it have been worth it, after all,
Would it have been worth while,
After the sunsets and the dooryards and the sprinkled streets,
After the novels, after the teacups, after the skirts that trail along the floor
And this, and so much more?
It is impossible to say just what I mean!
But as if a magic lantern threw the nerves in patterns on a screen:
Would it have been worth while
If one, settling a pillow or throwing off a shawl,
And turning toward the window, should say:
“That is not it at all,
That is not what I meant, at all.”

No! I am not Prince Hamlet, nor was meant to be;
Am an attendant lord, one that will do
To swell a progress, start a scene or two,
Advise the prince; no doubt, an easy tool,
Deferential, glad to be of use,
Politic, cautious, and meticulous;
Full of high sentence, but a bit obtuse;
At times, indeed, almost ridiculous
Almost, at times, the Fool.

I grow old… I grow old…
I shall wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled.

Shall I part my hair behind? Do I dare to eat a peach?
I shall wear white flannel trousers, and walk upon the beach.
I have heard the mermaids singing, each to each.

I do not think that they will sing to me.

I have seen them riding seaward on the waves
Combing the white hair of the waves blown back
When the wind blows the water white and black.

We have lingered in the chambers of the sea
By sea-girls wreathed with seaweed red and brown
Till human voices wake us, and we drown.

The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock
by T S Eliot

MORNING AT THE WINDOW

by: T.S. Eliot (1888-1965)

HEY are rattling breakfast plates in basement kitchens,

And along the trampled edges of the street

I am aware of the damp souls of housemaids

Sprouting despondently at area gates.

The brown waves of fog toss up to me

Twisted faces from the bottom of the street,

And tear from a passer-by with muddy skirts

An aimless smile that hovers in the air

And vanishes along the level of the roofs.

"Morning at the Window" was originally printed in Poetry, September 1916.

Death by Water by: T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) Phlebas the Phoenician, a fortnight dead, Forgot the cry of gulls, and the deep sea swell And the profit and loss. A current under sea Picked his bones in whispers. As he rose and fell He passed the stages of his age and youth Entering the whirlpool. Gentile or Jew O you who turn the wheel and look to windward, Consider Phlebas, who was once handsome and tall as you.

Ode by: T. S. Eliot (1888-1965)

To you particularly, and to all the Volscians Great hurt and mischief. Tired. Subterrene laughter synchronous With silence from the sacred wood And bubbling of the uninspired Mephitic river. Misunderstood The accents of the now retired Profession of the calamus. Tortured. When the bridegroom smoothed his hair There was blood upon the bed. Morning was already late. Children singing in the orchard (Io Hymen, Hymenaee) Succuba eviscerate. Tortuous. By arrangement with Perseus The fooled resentment of the dragon Sailing before the wind at dawn Golden apocalypse. Indignant At the cheap extinction of his taking-off. Now lies he there Tip to tip washed beneath Charles' Wagon.

Mark - Poet Research

Elizabeth Bishop

Five Flights Up

Still dark. The unknown bird sits on his usual branch. The little dog next door barks in his sleep inquiringly, just once. Perhaps in his sleep, too, the bird inquires once or twice, quavering. Questions---if that is what they are--- answered directly, simply, by day itself. Enormous morning, ponderous, meticulous; gray light streaking each bare branch, each single twig, along one side, making another tree, of glassy veins... The bird still sits there. Now he seems to yawn. The little black dog runs in his yard. His owner's voice arises, stern, "You ought to be ashamed!" What has he done? He bounces cheerfully up and down; he rushes in circles in the fallen leaves. Obviously, he has no sense of shame. He and the bird know everything is answered, all taken care of, no need to ask again. ---Yesterday brought to today so lightly! (A yesterday I find almost impossible to lift.) Argument Days that cannot bring you near or will not, Distance trying to appear something more obstinate, argue argue argue with me endlessly neither proving you less wanted nor less dear. Distance: Remember all that land beneath the plane; that coastline of dim beaches deep in sand stretching indistinguishably all the way, all the way to where my reasons end? Days: And think of all those cluttered instruments, one to a fact, canceling each other's experience; how they were like some hideous calendar "Compliments of Never & Forever, Inc." The intimidating sound of these voices we must separately find can and shall be vanquished: Days and Distance disarrayed again and gone... I Am in Need of Music I am in need of music that would flow Over my fretful, feeling fingertips, Over my bitter-tainted, trembling lips, With melody, deep, clear, and liquid-slow. Oh, for the healing swaying, old and low, Of some song sung to rest the tired dead, A song to fall like water on my head, And over quivering limbs, dream flushed to glow! There is a magic made by melody: A spell of rest, and quiet breath, and cool Heart, that sinks through fading colors deep To the subaqueous stillness of the sea, And floats forever in a moon-green pool, Held in the arms of rhythm and of sleep. Conversation The tumult in the heart keeps asking questions. And then it stops and undertakes to answer in the same tone of voice. No one could tell the difference. Uninnocent, these conversations start, and then engage the senses, only half-meaning to. And then there is no choice, and then there is no sense; until a name and all its connotation are the same.

Jason Derulo Piano Cover

I just decided to have this video on here because i really like the piano cover.

Lee - Video Research

I love this clip because its one of the 1st dance films i watched, it says everything about the urban dance scene. it had famous in as well.

Its another video that i can take small clips from and make them seem more effective by putting them at the start or ending.

It shows the real tension and competition between groups battling for the respect and street cred.

Lee - Dance Video Research

This video will definitely be edited in my project, Michael Jackson is the reason for the high popularity and fame of the street and urban dance, he made the scene what it is!

The video itself can be seen as tragic because of his death but i will edit parts to add to my video.

I also wanted MJ clips as his choreography is brilliant and like no-one else.

Chosen song - Gladiator soundtrack - Now We Are Free

Now We Are Free lyrics

[Originally performed by Lisa Gerrard & Hans Zimmer]

Anol shalom
Anol sheh lay konnud de ne um (shaddai)
Flavum
Nom de leesh
Ham de nam um das
La um de
Flavne...

We de ze zu bu
We de sooo a ru
Un va-a pesh a lay
Un vi-i bee
Un da la pech ni sa
(Aaahh)
Un di-i lay na day
Un ma la pech a nay
mee di nu ku

[x4]
La la da pa da le na da na
Ve va da pa da le na la dumda

Anol shalom
Anol sheh ley kon-nud de ne um.
Flavum.
Flavum.
M-ai shondol-lee
Flavu... {Live on...}
Lof flesh lay
Nof ne
Nom de lis
Ham de num um dass
La um de
Flavne..
Flay
Shom de nomm
Ma-lun des
Dwondi.
Dwwoondi
Alas sharum du koos
Shaley koot-tum.

Fine Art Research - Painters

Georges Braque

Andy Warhol

Lucian Freud

Paul Klee

Joan Miro

Francis Bacon

Max Ernst

Marcus Harvey

Robert Mangold