What Is A Saint-The Making Of The Michelle Mangione Video

August 2nd, 2009

On a recent warm Sunday afternoon, the editors of Flask and Pen were invited to attend a pre-production meeting for the upcoming Michelle Mangione What Is A Saint video. We joined Mangione and crew at a coffeehouse in Santa Monica, California and listened as they began the initial stages of developing the video for the title cut of her recently released What Is A Saint CD.

While observing the process and listening to the discussion about the scripting of the video, the editors of F&P noted the realization of how important the lyrics of this beautiful song are as they relate to our world today.

Are you ready to be someone
To a stranger of less fortune
Would you offer up your smile just for the love of it
What is a saint to you?

But even more astounding to this writer is, this being the 40th anniversary of Woodstock and the ties this song has to that anniversary. We’ve all seen, read and heard many pundits reflecting on Woodstock and what importance it may have had on our society. The words and music of the time spoke of who we were as a nation. The events of our world and those who performed were our voices of change.

One of the prominent voices, performers and Woodstock Participants was Grace Slick.  Recently Slick has devoted most of her time to creating beautiful visual art, but she took some time away from her art to co-write What Is A Saint with Mangione. Together they’ve created a voice that speaks to all of us and how we view our world and those we encounter daily.

The song lends itself to the making of a powerful, yet entertaining video. Those involved seem to realize what a gem they have to work with and there seems to be a really good vibe associated with this group.

Quite a bit of pre-production necessities were locked in at this meeting. The shoot location was established. All positions such as Director and DP etc. were filled. Additional pre-production, rehearsal and shoot dates were set. The script is off to a good start and should incorporate some beautiful, yet subtle, random acts of kindness.

We will keep you informed as to the progress of what promises to be a very special video.

Flask and Pen will be following the progress of the What Is A Saint video throughout the process until completion.

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OXYGEN

July 18th, 2009

By Nicole Kuwik

I remember this
one time on vacation
when my PapaPaul had
said something that made
us all pair up and
leave him
standing by the rental car,

But then
his emphazema started
to bother him and
I remember the look
in his eyes when
he just
 couldn't

get enough air

Well, the other night
after all that
clear, clear liquor and
all those H2O tears,
I caught that look
gasping into the mirror,
and I'm still
not sure
what to make of it

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Risky Business

July 15th, 2009

By Diane Boisvert

It is such risky business, this business of life.
From the minute we're born we're surrounded by strife.
Surrounded by strife and ambivalance, too.
The danger starts after our birthday debut.
The fact we arrive without being announced
Takes very much nerve, and the risk is pronounced.
"Here I come, world, if you're ready or not!"
The business is risky. The risk is a lot.

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Dear Ethlel

July 3rd, 2009

by Ileana Dragutsa

The telephone rang and threatened not to stop until I picked up the receiver… Either that, or let it go to automatic voice mail pick-up.  “Hello , this is Ileana;  leave your name and number, your call will be returned soon.”  It is always soon; I may be shopping for groceries or a new pair of shoes.  I may be picking up the mail or on the telephone.  Then again, I may be outdoors admiring my balconyscape, or barbequing a leg of lamb.

Don’t you just hate it when the voice mail message carries on a complete one-sided conversation?

“Hello, you have reached number 555-5555,  I am really really sorry I missed your call. Ms Verboso is not here to respond personally just now, but please, please leave a brief message, including date and time you called, your name and telephone number, your availability,  and Ms Verboso will return your call As Soon As Possible….. if not sooner.” Continue reading »

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Internet Inferno

June 29th, 2009

by Diane Boisvert

Life is tough enough, isn't it?

We battle each day to get by. We groan and grumble -
Complain and mumble things under our breath.
Just to put us to the test enters --

THE COMPUTER WORM

Horror of horrors! What is this thing?? It acts as though
It's a king or something. I really believe it's from outer space. They say it just sits for a while...waiting to attack.
Continue reading »

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Passing Bye

June 13th, 2009

by Renee King

Sean had fair skin, café au lait it was called, and green eyes. She, or the queen, (how she thought of herself) was an amalgam of races. Her mother could boast Irish, Native, and African American ancestry. Her father was unsure of the specifics, but knew he was Caribbean of African and European descent. Truth is, one only had to look at those blue-green eyes fighting against the wide nose and plush lips to know that someone had gone visiting amongst slave row long back. She realized one day as she stood in the mirror viewing her soft fair skin that, “With makeup, I can pass.”

When Sean stood outside she was conscious of the rules, even more conscious because now she had to learn to forget them. She had to be more like the other, to blend in, to hide so well that she did not even recognize herself. A chameleon. But doubts crept in, “They can tell by your hands,” they’d warned. “Your features are a bit hard,” a successfully passing ‘friend’ had sneered. Continue reading »

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RXN

June 9th, 2009

by Mitch Tirea

Stop what?

What are you talking about?

You are nothing but a dream, a memory that needs to be repressed, an illusion that breaks my order and a feeling that asks for fulfillment. You are a hope without hope, an expectation without reward, adoration without refinement, a presence without existence and love without chance.

I made an image of you in my head that does not allow you to exist in my life, I have built an image that has no comparison or human resemblance, a result of a sick imagination that flew too far to survive, and became too big to breathe, it smothered itself into its own decent death, basked in actions of contradiction that defy the feeling behind it and masked by a bifurcated cleverness that did nothing but cancel each other out. Continue reading »

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Black Indian

June 5th, 2009

by Ryan Lind

He was black, like he had just emerged from a coal mine. Eyes wild; the whites shimmered like a set of pearls, too large for a human skull to contain. Black irises set beneath a bony outcropping mimicking a brow. He peered at my 6 year old frame silently and then retreated behind a tree in a blink. When I had mustered the courage to walk a wide circle to inspect whomever it was who hid behind the tree, to my dismay, he had disappeared. He must have wormed his way silently through the lilacs. Had I imagined him?

The tree that he hid behind nearly every time he appeared was my tree; well, one of them. Reaching the first branch was hard work, not like the old apricot tree on the other side of the property. Her branches converged low, maybe 3 feet off the ground. The apricot tree was easy to climb. Grab two branches and swing your body up against the force of your arms. My favorite jelly came from this tree.

The other tree, the one we both laid claims to, bore no fruit. Young boys are unable to identify trees without fruit or flowers. This tree shot up into the sky like a skyscraper though it had a slight lean to the East. Its bark was hard and shiny. There were wrinkles around the knots. It must have been a 10 foot climb to reach the first branch. On most climbing days I was ill-dressed for such adventures in this tree; humid Minnesota summers require shorts and tee shirts.
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