The subtle art of seduction by Marco Almeida

 

I am just going to say it. Actors in Winnipeg that think they know how to act - don't admit it. They won't admit they have no idea what it means or what that entails.

I've attended hundreds of classes pertaining to acting.

It has never once translated into having landed a profession in the field. All I ever wanted to be was an actor. In fact, I still am an avant-garde that cares about the art of seduction and treats the entire thing as an idea.

But when it comes to Canadian cinema or the skill it takes to truly make a difference - to this day I have never come across.

True in fact - in my experience.

=======

What else boils in my mind - is that the case I make is so rejected... the paradoxical nature I present gets more rejected than actually presenting ideas behind the subject itself.

You don't know skill until you quantify your methods.

The scene in Winnipeg I have witnessed are superficial at best. Same applies out in the universe of all.

Fuck the fake work-outs enduring countless hours of time and getting royally ripped off. My point here is simpler.

Get the fuck out of my way... I am an actor and I'm tired of being told I'm not.

Marco

intoxicating defect (April 29th 2009)

 As do - stop - then do - run, that is the kind of adrenaline one might find dense, so dense, it fills the air in a making of lighter weight to carry as if gravity reversed itself, only, to reduce our sense of less application of necessary force. That redundant, because, if force travelled upward without any kind of gravity would defy the laws of a physical nature, the laws of gravity would not allow for such disobedience. This provides a clear example, of the Newton provision to gravity, that all such force cannot travel upward without a return to it's original frame of conjecture.

The more you actually try to prove, perhaps, the less you get out of it - would have been a better result - known to such things without any weight to them. However, even insufficient information finds its way into an inscape, trapped, within the parade of gravitational pull, so, parades were given a general route to follow without really telling us anything about its purpose. Science, has no mystery attached to its easy, happy, frame of existence in life.

Upon so much one stands by the wooden leg, on a little, deviant, perhaps omission of greed, as completely left to search a time in place that that the place originated. Where does this keep, holding down, this weight of such fortunate circumstances, described, only as the perverse patronizing force of a cynical nature.

This body type of no particular birthstone, gave such, to the freedom of age upon years, counting not days or years, but only recurring thoughts of force given to him by nature.

First came the worst - as forming the heart in shape with love - came betrayal. It is something almost unavoidable, but to the best of my knowledge, bitter resentment does not contain which instead in fact rose out of inner peace, strength, sincerity, which can only amount to pleasure of something unknown to most anyone else.

Then perhaps time became a pill of enemy-like, proportions, that you consume in a small tedious dose, a prevention of the mind to wander back from there, that in time, you may recognize how these creatures concealed itself from you, only to reveal the mask they can no longer hide behind, that when they see you, you may know they are in fact - yes - in a small tedious dose, you may know they are in fact living a lie.

Though there is nothing that this time in the occupancy of a story, can measure the diameter of width over infinite whereabouts, such moments are made. As to refuse the laws of physics, to also may refuse, those that contaminate it.

Along side of moral ambiguity, is intellectual dishonesty. The flood against time is a result of perverse cynicism, so to speak, one combines the elements of random execution as if to examine nothing worth deciding, then replaces it without the ethics of reason, then dangerously crossing the joining crossroad. This is an extension of conscientious stupidity, for sincere ignorance, but what can only then be replaced, again with defying such anarchy to the same principle once it appears.

The weight of the world in a free falling choice, coincidental to, the defiance of laws or scientific explanation.

No longer has the insubordination of gravity, felt so mundane, as if to say take me from this long awaited return, as if to respond, you were never here that long from vacation, then what are you doing here, you forgot. The question was a matter of decency, yet, so few people act in truth, they rather pretend, the lie is always a better solution to the problem. Though even lies deserve proper solutions, which is how dignity is recovered from such greater things less than short-lived material in matter.

Though once, that same liar snuck in behind that buried shadow, quite content with being only half-witted, or clever depending on who you ask, throughout this time in the trial of no-return, so many disguised have made their living on it. To this end, it is to refuse going through the motions, where as they were - so many disguised - rest on their laurels.

In my time, I see a generation gone by which I refuse to acknowledge with any envy, only remorse, that those are they who are now happier going through the motions - it is there that they will stay, I seek refuge, from that one-upmanship, of ulterior motive, or grieving a reality, that represent so few.

Which is where my gravity has always been.

Marlon Brando

Marlon Brando  

My kingdom for a horse

 Acting notes:

Feedback is made in what choices are through the act of listening.

Happiness (universal end) is Intelligence leaving the body (through action).

 question: Are there necessary truths that are not analytic but are either synthetic or metaphysical? If so, what would be some examples and how would you justify your claim?

•●°●○°°○○°○•

Everything is metaphysically relevent when it comes to reasoning on a philosophical level. You reach a state of transparency in a world we are in. The order in what we seek to interpret into language. The transcending of our very thoughts into something concrete. It is metaphysically impossible not to perform philosophy without the antimatter we have within ourselves to repel or displace (a thing for that thing in itself). My point is that in order to prove what we think is a finite process within a system that may or may not work against it. Philosophy to be true of something can also be false.  

- Marco

First principles working as philosophy

"I have knowledge of my forthcoming thoughts, and/or words. My awareness notwithstanding, my consciousness is where my thoughts and/or words take form. Emotion is its root, but consciousness is its essence. Howbeit, it is undefined philosophically, therefore it still belongs to me. Hence, who can impose a definition on it for me?"

My rebuttal:

Sounds to me like rudimentary supposition. Nothing wrong to report. We all carry an element of this type awarenss. Especially when you get to a sophisticated point of philosophical inquiry. Scholars in general, for example, rely on their expertise using empirical evidence to justify their claims. In my work doing philosophy is based on an intuitive level. My measure of langauge is mastered using language in this intuitve element as philosophical.

Edit: I am well aware scholars would reject this stated view of philosophy. But Socrates wouldn't. If that makes sense.

Edit 2: and what I mean by rudimentary is that you allow your thoughts to guide or modify what already may be known philosophy. Only you have an awarenss that follows principles to affirm your own views as impartial. Therefore, relevant as you reveal these thoughts in logical - linear manner.

I know my shit.

- Marco

The Good

 I don't know what sharing good news is, but I am here too.

I am not disillusioned for stating what I have been aware of for some time. (If it means what I say it means.) The interpretation is not up to me.

I've decided that all actors in this city never had the back of anyone other than their own self interest.

And because of this, what this has involved is a rapid growth and transformation into unlearning the more mortal I've become.

Winnipeg actors (most I've encountered) don't have my back - and I won't have theirs. Either way -

Even though I've got nowhere with acting in this city, I consider myself more of an artist now than I ever veered in the past.

The truth about me is that I am as an intense individual as the artist I know I care to be. I am not only a measure of these things. I am an avantgarde, a poet, a philosopher. . .

The thing is I never planned to be this way. None of it has come premeditated. I just worked at it.

And I have had it with the obscurity of others. Obscurity - in the sense I don't measure to those things I am. I don't care for the validation.

What I care about is the whispers that echo in the wind. . . much like Hamlet - I listen to what others might think of as unclear to themselves. But the message that the wind carries - is decoded in my brain. The mind I have developed does not lie. It never has.

This goes for the behind the back, double crossing, double standard (hypocrisy) that most people talk. They speak about things they have no idea of.

I am going to say it.

If it reinstates the risk of being held as some sort of mental patient, sobeit.

I am sick of this cities acting community. I need to do this.

You can all talk a big game but you can't foresee the reality of your own flaws - or - your inhibitions are false. Therefore, those live a lie just to be actors, only to shit talk about what is in that circle. Only do damage - the same lack of respect they have for no better cause or credibility to speak for.

I have witnessed all of it.

You can talk all you want - you can label me all you want. But you won't win.

I am going to keep at this. My theories are part of the picture. You rather not fit into the same orbit. Which means my internal clock is different. My wage as an artist you don't just find at the casino.

Consciously, I am as good as it gets in Winnipeg. As far as I can tell.

I know the difference. It's this ::

I will never blame myself. I am through with that.

What goes around comes around. I will not give up my dreams.

[]Despite what so many of those think as not of this world is made[].

My dream was to be an actor - but far far from what actors are. My idea was to make myself into a Canadian philosopher plotting the thoughts of a poet.

It's happening whether you like it or not.

I have never been more determined on account of these words. IT won't end - never.

-Marco ===============

“What we achieve inwardly will change outer reality.” Plutarch

“To find fault is easy; to do better may be difficult.” Plutarch

Today I have ever discovered by processes of infiltration of which I know nothing that I still have in the caves of my soul, audible if someone opens the downstairs door, the repeated scales, played by the girl who today is a different woman, or dead, or locked in a white place where the black cypresses turn green.

I weep because everything, (my) childhood along with it, becomes lost. It is the abstract flight of time, not the concrete flight of time - which is mine, which pains me in my physical brain for the repeated, involuntary recurrence of the piano scales upstairs, terribly anonymous and distant.

It's all the mystery in the fact that nothing lasts in the absurd depth of my memory, which repeatedly hammers out things that do. It manages to become music, but which are nostalgia.

I suppose, nevertheless, that I'm being metaphoric in all this, that the nostalgia I feel is not really mine, not really abstract, but the intercepted emotion of some unknown third person, to whom these emotions, which are in me literary, were - as Vieira would say - literal.

It is in my supposition that I feel that I am sorrowful and anguished, and the nostalgia, the sensation of which dizzies my eyes, well, it is through imagination and otherness that I think and feel it.

-Fernando Pessoa

Should I someday by chance have a solidly secure life and can freely write and publish, I know I'll be nostalgic for this uncertain life in which I barely write and do not publish.

I'll be nostalgic, not only because this frustrating life has passed away and is life I will never have ever again, but because it is a particular pleasure, and when it passes into another life, even if that new life is better, that particular pleasure is less joyous, that special quality is less good, it ceases to exist, and there is an absence.

I am nostalgic about the hypothesis of being able one day to be nostalgic, even if that nostalgia is absurd.

I'm almost asking whatever gods there are to keep me here, as if I were in a coffer, defending me from the bitterness and also the happiness of life.

-Fernando Pessoa

-------------------------

Everything that is not part of my soul is for me, or matter how much I wish it or do not wish it to be so, nothing more than scenery and decoration.

A man, even though I can recognize by his thoughts that he is a living being as I am, always has - because of what is in me that is involuntary and truly my own self - less importance than a tree, if the tree is more beautiful.

For that reason, I always feel human events - the great collective tragedies of history or what people make of history - are like colored friezes, empty of the soul of those who pass by in them.

(... It always saddens me to admit there might be sincerity in collective things, seeing that it I the individual in isolation who is the only being who feels.)

Those who truly suffer do not form mobs, they don't gather together.

He who suffers suffers alone.

What a bad group: what a lack of humanity and pain! They were real and yet incredible. No one could make a scene in a novel or a descriptive passage out of them. They flowed by like garbage in a river, the river of life. After seeing them I felt sleepy, nauseated, and supreme.

-Fernando Pessoa -----------------------------

The irony about American Mavericks is that I can speak the truth in relation to the in a personal manner. But if it in any way offends them it means I am anti American and I must be stopped. I am pro immigration, pro gun laws, and anti conservative. Yet I pose as a threat.

The truth is any good natured person should have their sovereignty granted to them not vilified for their own sake of seeking asylum at borders. When you enter the US today it's either you are or you aren't American so enable themselves as victims of automatic impropriety.