Well, I Never...

[poliphilo]

My sister recently got back in touch with a childhood friend who fondly remembers being cast in one of the silent movies I wrote and directed in my late teens. It was a jolly little drama about black magic and demonic possession- and we shot it with a wind-up 8mm movie camera in and around Hadlow Castle- which is as gothick a location as could be wished for. The film is a lost masterpiece and my ambitions to be the next Jean-Luc Godard soon faded but this woman credits her involvement in the project with firing her life-long interest in the performing arts.

Which goes to show you never fully understand what you're doing or how you may be affecting and influencing other people...

Comments

[cmcmck]

I wonder how far Harvey Gilman realises that I owe him my life for instance?

[poliphilo]

Probably not at all.

Though, of course, I don't know exactly how he touched your life.

[cmcmck]

He taught me at fourteen years of age when I was getting to the stage of not coping any longer and persuaded me to write poetry and to read 20th century poetry at a time when I really needed something to stop me just giving up.

He was (still is) gay, Jewish, a published poet, a philosopher and a Quaker as well as being an all round nice guy.

So there are just a few influences there. :o)