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Grandpa, get your teeth from the water glass. | 0:00:18 | 0:00:21 | |
Grandma and great grandma, fry hotcakes. | 0:00:21 | 0:00:24 | |
Sun...up! | 0:00:29 | 0:00:32 | |
Ready...? | 0:00:38 | 0:00:39 | |
Wake up! | 0:00:39 | 0:00:40 | |
My first decision as a child, at the age of 11, was to become a magician. | 0:00:44 | 0:00:49 | |
My second decision, at the age of 12, | 0:00:49 | 0:00:51 | |
was to become a short story writer, | 0:00:51 | 0:00:53 | |
as a result of meeting another magician, Mr Electrico, | 0:00:53 | 0:00:57 | |
who pointed at me on a night when he sat in his electric chair | 0:00:57 | 0:01:00 | |
and touched me with his sword of fire. | 0:01:00 | 0:01:03 | |
All this blue electricity coming down through his arm and hand, | 0:01:03 | 0:01:07 | |
out the sword, touching me on the nose and he said, "Live for ever," | 0:01:07 | 0:01:12 | |
and it was that week I decided to live for ever by becoming a writer. | 0:01:12 | 0:01:16 | |
I remember the moment and the hour of my birth. | 0:01:41 | 0:01:44 | |
I don't know why I should be privileged, if that's the word, | 0:01:44 | 0:01:47 | |
to remember that, but I do. | 0:01:47 | 0:01:49 | |
I remember lying in my crib during the first week after my birth, | 0:01:49 | 0:01:53 | |
I remember being circumcised, | 0:01:53 | 0:01:55 | |
I remember suckling at my mother's breast - | 0:01:55 | 0:01:58 | |
I checked all of this out with her later. | 0:01:58 | 0:02:00 | |
And the nightmares I had in my crib, about being born, | 0:02:00 | 0:02:04 | |
are still very vivid for me. | 0:02:04 | 0:02:06 | |
CLOCK TICKING | 0:02:11 | 0:02:13 | |
BABY CRYING | 0:02:30 | 0:02:33 | |
SHE SCREAMS | 0:02:47 | 0:02:49 | |
Years later, I wrote a short story called The Small Assassin | 0:02:56 | 0:03:00 | |
about a baby with just such a capacity to remember, | 0:03:00 | 0:03:05 | |
to see, to know and to want to revenge its parents | 0:03:05 | 0:03:09 | |
for thrusting it out into the world. | 0:03:09 | 0:03:11 | |
EERIE MUSIC | 0:03:11 | 0:03:13 | |
I was very fortunate in having a maniac mother | 0:03:17 | 0:03:20 | |
who couldn't stay away from motion pictures when I was a child. | 0:03:20 | 0:03:25 | |
So, every chance she had, especially when I was two, three and four years old, | 0:03:25 | 0:03:29 | |
she'd creep off to the local movies | 0:03:29 | 0:03:32 | |
and introduce me to those fabulous monsters. | 0:03:32 | 0:03:36 | |
People like Lon Chaney in the Hunchback of Notre Dame, | 0:03:36 | 0:03:40 | |
Lon Chaney in Phantom of the Opera. | 0:03:40 | 0:03:43 | |
So, by the time I was seven or eight years old | 0:03:43 | 0:03:46 | |
I was dressing myself up in my grandma's opera cape, | 0:03:46 | 0:03:50 | |
putting fangs in my mouth and hanging upside down in trees, and dropping on people. | 0:03:50 | 0:03:54 | |
Well, this is my nest. And what is a nest to a writer? | 0:04:29 | 0:04:32 | |
It's bits and pieces of things that changed his life for ever, | 0:04:32 | 0:04:36 | |
starting when I was three years old. | 0:04:36 | 0:04:39 | |
Falling in love with motion pictures - | 0:04:39 | 0:04:41 | |
grabbing a piece of the film, collecting that, | 0:04:41 | 0:04:44 | |
falling in love with the Oz books, collecting the Oz books - | 0:04:44 | 0:04:47 | |
you'll find them here, | 0:04:47 | 0:04:48 | |
falling in love with science-fiction books - | 0:04:48 | 0:04:50 | |
I'm surrounded by science-fiction books, comic strips - | 0:04:50 | 0:04:54 | |
Buck Rogers, Flash Gordon. | 0:04:54 | 0:04:56 | |
All these things, which are my security blanket. | 0:04:56 | 0:04:59 | |
JOLLY ORGAN MUSIC | 0:04:59 | 0:05:03 | |
People told me not to collect them, not to read Buck Rogers, | 0:05:14 | 0:05:18 | |
there was never going to be a space age, of course. | 0:05:18 | 0:05:20 | |
It was a long time ago and I listened to them for a while | 0:05:20 | 0:05:23 | |
and I made the mistake of tearing up all my comic strips. | 0:05:23 | 0:05:26 | |
And a month or two later I burst into tears and said to myself, | 0:05:26 | 0:05:30 | |
"Something's terribly wrong. What could it be? | 0:05:30 | 0:05:33 | |
"Could it be that those people are all wrong, | 0:05:33 | 0:05:36 | |
"telling me what to do with my life? And am I right?" | 0:05:36 | 0:05:39 | |
And I decided I was right | 0:05:39 | 0:05:41 | |
and I went back and collected the Buck Rogers comic strips | 0:05:41 | 0:05:44 | |
and became a happy boy again. | 0:05:44 | 0:05:46 | |
And, from that time on, I never listened to anybody else about taste, | 0:05:46 | 0:05:51 | |
I just went ahead and did what I had to do. | 0:05:51 | 0:05:53 | |
Now we have a magic set out of my past, | 0:06:00 | 0:06:04 | |
with all kinds of fantastic goodies in. | 0:06:04 | 0:06:09 | |
And, er... | 0:06:09 | 0:06:10 | |
..I think part of the fun comes from the colours of these things | 0:06:12 | 0:06:15 | |
and the miraculousness of the kind of devices | 0:06:15 | 0:06:20 | |
you could find in a box like this. | 0:06:20 | 0:06:23 | |
And if you're very lucky and things are working for you... | 0:06:23 | 0:06:27 | |
you make cards appear like that, hm? | 0:06:27 | 0:06:30 | |
Er, these things are in the cellar | 0:06:30 | 0:06:33 | |
because that's where you keep the naughty boy, hm? | 0:06:33 | 0:06:36 | |
In other words, if I were upstairs I would clutter the house. | 0:06:36 | 0:06:41 | |
JOLLY PIANO MUSIC | 0:07:04 | 0:07:06 | |
I'm a child of my time. | 0:07:41 | 0:07:44 | |
I grew up in the tail end of the Industrial Revolution | 0:07:44 | 0:07:47 | |
and at the beginning of the electronic revolution. | 0:07:47 | 0:07:50 | |
Everything's been turned inside out. | 0:07:53 | 0:07:55 | |
Therefore, there is no other fiction to write. | 0:07:55 | 0:07:58 | |
When people ask, "Why do you write science fiction?", | 0:07:58 | 0:08:02 | |
when you grow up with all this pouring into your blood, | 0:08:02 | 0:08:04 | |
in your eyeballs and ears - tasting it, feeling it. | 0:08:04 | 0:08:07 | |
In cities all over the world there is nothing else to write about. | 0:08:07 | 0:08:11 | |
Well, this is my office, my basement in the sky, | 0:08:16 | 0:08:20 | |
my annexe to my junkyard at home. | 0:08:20 | 0:08:22 | |
This is where I come to hide away from telephones and people. | 0:08:22 | 0:08:26 | |
People are afraid to come here | 0:08:26 | 0:08:28 | |
because we had an earthquake several years ago. | 0:08:28 | 0:08:31 | |
I couldn't get into the office. | 0:08:31 | 0:08:33 | |
Everything had collapsed, everything had fallen over. | 0:08:33 | 0:08:35 | |
Cleaning people refuse to come in | 0:08:35 | 0:08:38 | |
because there's so much on the floor - my filing system - | 0:08:38 | 0:08:42 | |
that it's impossible to do anything about cleaning. | 0:08:42 | 0:08:45 | |
They flee the place! | 0:08:45 | 0:08:46 | |
HE WHISPERS TO HIMSELF | 0:08:55 | 0:08:57 | |
When I was a boy I loved to go out and look at the stars | 0:09:00 | 0:09:03 | |
and when I wasn't looking at the stars | 0:09:03 | 0:09:06 | |
I was busy running through the town | 0:09:06 | 0:09:08 | |
wearing my special Para Litefoot tennis shoes | 0:09:08 | 0:09:12 | |
on my way to somewhere. | 0:09:12 | 0:09:14 | |
As I grew older, I looked at the stars more and more, | 0:09:14 | 0:09:17 | |
wrote about rocket ships, but I never forgot the shoes. | 0:09:17 | 0:09:21 | |
And when I had characters with problems I would say to them, | 0:09:21 | 0:09:24 | |
in effect, "put on your tennis shoes | 0:09:24 | 0:09:27 | |
"and run toward the thing that you want with all your heart. | 0:09:27 | 0:09:29 | |
"I will follow you. I will write your story." | 0:09:29 | 0:09:32 | |
"Somehow the people who made tennis shoes | 0:09:41 | 0:09:43 | |
"knew what the boys needed and wanted. | 0:09:43 | 0:09:45 | |
"They put marshmallows and coiled springs in the soles | 0:09:45 | 0:09:49 | |
"and they wove the rest out of grasses, | 0:09:49 | 0:09:51 | |
"bleached and fired in the wilderness." | 0:09:51 | 0:09:54 | |
JAUNTY PIANO MUSIC | 0:09:56 | 0:09:59 | |
"The people who made those shoes | 0:10:10 | 0:10:12 | |
"must have watched a lot of winds blow the trees, | 0:10:12 | 0:10:15 | |
"a lot of rivers going down to the lake. | 0:10:15 | 0:10:18 | |
"Whatever it was, it was in the shoes and it was summer." | 0:10:18 | 0:10:22 | |
When people ask me where I get my ideas, I laugh. | 0:10:30 | 0:10:33 | |
We're all so busy looking out to find ways and means | 0:10:33 | 0:10:37 | |
we forget to look in. | 0:10:37 | 0:10:40 | |
"Soft trolleys, and runabouts, and friends can go away for a while, | 0:10:46 | 0:10:51 | |
"or go away for ever. | 0:10:51 | 0:10:53 | |
"And if someone like great grandma, | 0:10:53 | 0:10:55 | |
"who was going to live for ever, can die, if all of this is true, | 0:10:55 | 0:11:00 | |
"then someday I, Douglas Spaulding, must..." | 0:11:00 | 0:11:05 | |
Douglas Spaulding is most definitely me. | 0:11:08 | 0:11:11 | |
Er, a boy who grew up in a small, Midwestern town - Northern Illinois, | 0:11:11 | 0:11:16 | |
very much loved his grandparents, | 0:11:16 | 0:11:19 | |
loved the summer days and running through them, | 0:11:19 | 0:11:21 | |
loved making dandelion wine with his grandfather. | 0:11:21 | 0:11:24 | |
So, all of that I've gathered up over the years | 0:11:24 | 0:11:28 | |
and put in books like Dandelion Wine. | 0:11:28 | 0:11:30 | |
"Dandelion wine... | 0:11:40 | 0:11:41 | |
"..the words were summer on the tongue. | 0:11:42 | 0:11:45 | |
"The wine was summer caught and stoppered. | 0:11:45 | 0:11:49 | |
"Row upon row, with the soft gleam of flowers open at morning. | 0:11:49 | 0:11:53 | |
"With the light of this young sun glowing through a faint skin of dust | 0:11:53 | 0:11:57 | |
"would stand the dandelion wine. | 0:11:57 | 0:12:00 | |
"Peer through it at the wintry day, the snow melted to grass, | 0:12:01 | 0:12:05 | |
"the trees were re-inhabited with bird, leaf and blossoms, | 0:12:05 | 0:12:10 | |
"like a continent of butterflies breathing on the wind." | 0:12:10 | 0:12:14 | |
BIRDS SINGING | 0:12:14 | 0:12:16 | |
I'm a Sunday painter who paints about once a year | 0:12:22 | 0:12:25 | |
and when I do paint I go back into my childhood | 0:12:25 | 0:12:28 | |
and I paint pictures of dandelions in the middle of summer fields. | 0:12:28 | 0:12:32 | |
Or, in autumn, I paint something like a Halloween tree. | 0:12:32 | 0:12:38 | |
EERIE MUSIC | 0:12:38 | 0:12:41 | |
Death, violence, fantasy - not good for children - nonsense! | 0:12:53 | 0:12:59 | |
I've always believed that we should act out our fantasies - | 0:12:59 | 0:13:03 | |
put them in stories, put them in films - | 0:13:03 | 0:13:05 | |
so we can make do with them. | 0:13:05 | 0:13:06 | |
So we don't have to go act them in real life. | 0:13:06 | 0:13:10 | |
After all, isn't it true that most of us, at one time or another, | 0:13:10 | 0:13:13 | |
has wanted to kill one of our parents or one of our teachers? | 0:13:13 | 0:13:17 | |
A film like Dracula, for me, gives me a chance, and others a chance, | 0:13:17 | 0:13:21 | |
to act out our fears about death. | 0:13:21 | 0:13:24 | |
And when we've scared ourselves for an hour, | 0:13:24 | 0:13:27 | |
Van Helsing hands us a cedar stake, | 0:13:27 | 0:13:30 | |
we put it to Dracula's chest and, "VAM! VAM! VAM!" | 0:13:30 | 0:13:34 | |
We kill death, don't we? | 0:13:34 | 0:13:35 | |
"He walked down to the next table, 'Good afternoon, Mr Wren.', | 0:13:43 | 0:13:47 | |
" 'Good afternoon.' | 0:13:47 | 0:13:48 | |
" 'And how was the master of the racial hatreds today, Mr Wren?' | 0:13:48 | 0:13:51 | |
"Pure, white, laundered Mr Wren, clean as snow, | 0:13:51 | 0:13:55 | |
"white as linen Mr Wren. | 0:13:55 | 0:13:57 | |
"The man who hated Jews and Negroes. " 'Minorities, Mr Wren, minorities.' | 0:13:57 | 0:14:02 | |
"He pulled back the sheet. | 0:14:02 | 0:14:04 | |
"Mr Wren stared up with glassy, cold eyes. | 0:14:04 | 0:14:07 | |
" 'Mr Wren, look upon a member of the minorities. | 0:14:07 | 0:14:09 | |
" 'Myself, the minority of inferiors, | 0:14:09 | 0:14:12 | |
" 'those who speak not above a whisper, | 0:14:12 | 0:14:15 | |
" 'those afraid of talking aloud, | 0:14:15 | 0:14:16 | |
" 'those frightened little nonentities - mice. | 0:14:16 | 0:14:19 | |
" 'Do you know what I'm going to do with you, Mr Wren? | 0:14:19 | 0:14:22 | |
" 'First, let us draw your blood from you, intolerant friend.' | 0:14:22 | 0:14:26 | |
"The blood was drawn off. | 0:14:26 | 0:14:28 | |
"' Now, the injection of, you might say, embalming fluid.' | 0:14:28 | 0:14:32 | |
" Mr Wren, snow white, linen pure, lay with the fluid going into him. | 0:14:33 | 0:14:38 | |
"Mr Benedict laughed. | 0:14:38 | 0:14:40 | |
"Mr Wren turned black. Black as dirt. | 0:14:40 | 0:14:44 | |
"Black as night. | 0:14:44 | 0:14:45 | |
"The embalming fluid was ink." | 0:14:45 | 0:14:48 | |
DOORBELL RINGING | 0:14:50 | 0:14:53 | |
-Trick or treat? -Well, we're all out of treats. | 0:14:56 | 0:15:00 | |
-Looks like it's going to have to be a trick. -OK. | 0:15:00 | 0:15:03 | |
We've forgotten where these rituals came from. | 0:15:05 | 0:15:08 | |
What the witch mask really means, what the skeleton really means. | 0:15:08 | 0:15:12 | |
Halloween is an example of the need for fantasy | 0:15:14 | 0:15:17 | |
that exists in all of us. | 0:15:17 | 0:15:19 | |
This kind of fantasy | 0:15:19 | 0:15:20 | |
and the kind that comes out in horror stories and horror films, | 0:15:20 | 0:15:24 | |
is our way of dealing with death. | 0:15:24 | 0:15:26 | |
When I was a child, I was afraid of the dark. | 0:15:29 | 0:15:32 | |
I lived in a house near a ravine, on the edge of town. | 0:15:32 | 0:15:35 | |
I used to go and stare down into the ravine in the daytime, | 0:15:35 | 0:15:38 | |
when it was all right, but at night, when you went down there, | 0:15:38 | 0:15:41 | |
the darkness came out from behind the trees, and the rocks, | 0:15:41 | 0:15:45 | |
and made it very black indeed. Very frightening. | 0:15:45 | 0:15:48 | |
We knew that someone was waiting for us. | 0:15:49 | 0:15:51 | |
That someone was a murderer called The Lonely One. | 0:15:51 | 0:15:56 | |
'Three minutes from now I'll be putting my key in my house door. | 0:15:59 | 0:16:02 | |
'Nothing's happened, has it? No-one around, is there?' | 0:16:02 | 0:16:06 | |
FOOTSTEPS ECHOING | 0:16:06 | 0:16:07 | |
'Wait...someone's following me.' | 0:16:07 | 0:16:10 | |
'Someone's behind me. I don't dare turn around.' | 0:16:12 | 0:16:15 | |
'Every time I take a step, they take one.' | 0:16:18 | 0:16:20 | |
'Run. | 0:16:23 | 0:16:24 | |
'Faster, faster, run! | 0:16:24 | 0:16:27 | |
'He's following - don't turn, don't look, just run, run!' | 0:16:27 | 0:16:32 | |
'God, it's dark and everything's so far away. | 0:16:33 | 0:16:35 | |
'God, please let me be safe. | 0:16:35 | 0:16:37 | |
'If I get home safe I'll never go out alone.' | 0:16:37 | 0:16:40 | |
SHE PANTS | 0:16:48 | 0:16:50 | |
'Home. | 0:16:52 | 0:16:54 | |
'Oh, God, safe at home. | 0:16:54 | 0:16:56 | |
'Look out the window.' | 0:16:56 | 0:16:58 | |
'Well, there's no-one there at all! | 0:17:03 | 0:17:05 | |
'NOBODY!' | 0:17:05 | 0:17:07 | |
SHE GASPS | 0:17:12 | 0:17:13 | |
I don't much trust realists, | 0:17:15 | 0:17:17 | |
because what they want to do is wet your thumb and stick it in a socket. | 0:17:17 | 0:17:22 | |
That way you get electrocuted. | 0:17:22 | 0:17:23 | |
'I would much rather take that energy | 0:17:23 | 0:17:26 | |
'and cause it to illuminate the world.' | 0:17:26 | 0:17:29 | |
CROWD APPLAUDS | 0:17:29 | 0:17:31 | |
..and Nietzsche has a wonderful quote where he says, | 0:17:31 | 0:17:33 | |
"We have our arts that we do not die of truth." | 0:17:33 | 0:17:36 | |
That's interesting, isn't it? That we don't die of reality. | 0:17:36 | 0:17:40 | |
By the time we get to be 16 or 17 | 0:17:40 | 0:17:42 | |
we know everything there is to know about reality, huh? | 0:17:42 | 0:17:45 | |
That we are born, that we grow up, that we grow old, | 0:17:45 | 0:17:49 | |
that we get sick, that we die - those are the basic facts. | 0:17:49 | 0:17:52 | |
And along the way some terrible things happen to us and some beautiful things happen, | 0:17:52 | 0:17:56 | |
but by the time we're 18, 19, 20, we know what they are. | 0:17:56 | 0:18:00 | |
And if you just stick with the realists, | 0:18:00 | 0:18:02 | |
who tell you again and again what you already know, | 0:18:02 | 0:18:05 | |
you're never going to learn anything. | 0:18:05 | 0:18:07 | |
What we need is interpreters of that same basic truth | 0:18:07 | 0:18:10 | |
and that's my function. | 0:18:10 | 0:18:11 | |
To come along and take the familiar cliches and hand them back to you, | 0:18:11 | 0:18:16 | |
refreshed, in some new form, so that you look at them again. | 0:18:16 | 0:18:20 | |
So that reality won't kill you. | 0:18:20 | 0:18:22 | |
'I was having lunch one day with some Life magazine editors' | 0:18:34 | 0:18:37 | |
and they said, "Where'd you get your ideas?" | 0:18:37 | 0:18:39 | |
We'd been talking about space. | 0:18:39 | 0:18:41 | |
We were sitting there eating hamburger steak, | 0:18:41 | 0:18:43 | |
on which there was a covering of mushrooms. | 0:18:43 | 0:18:46 | |
I pointed at the mushrooms, I said, | 0:18:46 | 0:18:47 | |
"Now, what would be a great way to invade Earth? | 0:18:47 | 0:18:50 | |
"Not the old-fashioned way of spaceships coming down, | 0:18:50 | 0:18:54 | |
"flying saucers, but what if, | 0:18:54 | 0:18:56 | |
"since we know that spores do drift down from outer space, | 0:18:56 | 0:18:59 | |
"some of those spores drifted into a swamp, grew up as mushrooms, | 0:18:59 | 0:19:03 | |
"the mushrooms come into the city on a farm truck, | 0:19:03 | 0:19:07 | |
"we put them on our hamburger steak, we eat them | 0:19:07 | 0:19:11 | |
"and we turn into something very strange." | 0:19:11 | 0:19:14 | |
As soon as I said it, I said, "That's a wonderful idea. | 0:19:14 | 0:19:17 | |
"Pardon me, I'm going to go write it." | 0:19:17 | 0:19:19 | |
EERIE MUSIC | 0:19:19 | 0:19:22 | |
DIGGING AND SCRAPING | 0:19:29 | 0:19:33 | |
There was the faintest whisper, rustle, stir from the cellar. | 0:19:37 | 0:19:41 | |
Taking his eyes from the bowl, | 0:19:42 | 0:19:44 | |
Fortnum walked to the cellar door and put his ear to it. | 0:19:44 | 0:19:47 | |
Tom? | 0:19:51 | 0:19:53 | |
Tom, are you down there? | 0:19:56 | 0:19:57 | |
Tom? | 0:19:59 | 0:20:00 | |
-Yes, Dad? -What are you doing down there? | 0:20:01 | 0:20:04 | |
-I said... -Tending my crop. | 0:20:04 | 0:20:06 | |
Well, now, you get up out of there. You hear me? | 0:20:08 | 0:20:11 | |
Tom, listen... | 0:20:13 | 0:20:14 | |
did you put some mushrooms in the refrigerator tonight? | 0:20:14 | 0:20:17 | |
-Yes. -Why? | 0:20:17 | 0:20:19 | |
For you and Mom to eat, of course. | 0:20:19 | 0:20:21 | |
Now, Tom, you haven't, by any chance... | 0:20:22 | 0:20:25 | |
eaten some of the mushrooms yourself, have you? | 0:20:25 | 0:20:28 | |
Funny you should ask that. | 0:20:28 | 0:20:29 | |
Dad? | 0:20:32 | 0:20:33 | |
Come on down, I want you to see the harvest. | 0:20:33 | 0:20:37 | |
Dad? | 0:20:37 | 0:20:38 | |
Don't! Light's bad for mushrooms. | 0:20:44 | 0:20:48 | |
'I suppose I should say goodbye to my wife, but why should I think that?' | 0:20:48 | 0:20:52 | |
'Why should I think that at all? | 0:20:53 | 0:20:56 | |
'No reason, is there? | 0:20:56 | 0:20:57 | |
'None.' | 0:20:57 | 0:20:59 | |
A few years ago I wrote a short story | 0:21:06 | 0:21:07 | |
called A Scent of Sarsaparilla. | 0:21:07 | 0:21:09 | |
It was the story of an old man for whom everything was going wrong. | 0:21:09 | 0:21:13 | |
Nothing was right in his life at all. | 0:21:13 | 0:21:15 | |
His wife was yelling at him all the time | 0:21:15 | 0:21:17 | |
so he took to climbing up into the attic | 0:21:17 | 0:21:20 | |
to, sort of, hide out and guard himself against reality. | 0:21:20 | 0:21:23 | |
He began to look around that attic. | 0:21:23 | 0:21:25 | |
He realised, in a way, it was a kind of Time Machine | 0:21:25 | 0:21:28 | |
and late on in the story, he went and looked out the back window of the attic | 0:21:28 | 0:21:33 | |
and saw down below the year 1905 or 1908, | 0:21:33 | 0:21:37 | |
when things were younger and better, at least for him. | 0:21:37 | 0:21:41 | |
I had to attack the senses of the reader | 0:21:46 | 0:21:49 | |
in order to make the reader believe in my fantasy. | 0:21:49 | 0:21:52 | |
And, when you think about it, an attic truly is a time machine. | 0:21:52 | 0:21:57 | |
HE INHALES | 0:22:03 | 0:22:05 | |
I'd allowed the reader to run their hand over the plush, open, old attic trunks, | 0:22:09 | 0:22:15 | |
look at dress forms, giant chandeliers put by, | 0:22:15 | 0:22:18 | |
toys from another time. | 0:22:18 | 0:22:20 | |
And when I described each of these things in great detail | 0:22:20 | 0:22:24 | |
through the sense of smell, and seeing, hearing, tasting, | 0:22:24 | 0:22:27 | |
I finished the story and it worked. | 0:22:27 | 0:22:31 | |
People believed in the fantasy of the Time Machine attic, | 0:22:31 | 0:22:35 | |
going back in time, | 0:22:35 | 0:22:37 | |
and at the end of the story the old man climbed through the back window, | 0:22:37 | 0:22:41 | |
out of the attic, and disappeared for ever. | 0:22:41 | 0:22:44 | |
When you think of American writers 100 years ago, | 0:22:52 | 0:22:55 | |
all of a sudden you think of magicians, don't you? | 0:22:55 | 0:22:58 | |
At least I do. | 0:22:58 | 0:22:59 | |
Herman Melville, Edgar Allan Poe, | 0:22:59 | 0:23:02 | |
Washington Irving and Nathanial Hawthorne, | 0:23:02 | 0:23:05 | |
they were all illusionists who could do incredible things. | 0:23:05 | 0:23:08 | |
SHOUTS: The birds! | 0:23:08 | 0:23:10 | |
He rises! | 0:23:10 | 0:23:11 | |
MEN! | 0:23:16 | 0:23:18 | |
Get out after him! | 0:23:18 | 0:23:21 | |
Spike! | 0:23:28 | 0:23:30 | |
THE MEN ALL SHOUT | 0:23:30 | 0:23:32 | |
It was while writing the screenplay of Moby Dick for John Huston | 0:23:34 | 0:23:38 | |
that I surprised myself by discovering that, at one time, | 0:23:38 | 0:23:42 | |
Melville has never read Shakespeare and suddenly fell upon him, | 0:23:42 | 0:23:46 | |
took his novel that he was working on, about whales and ships, | 0:23:46 | 0:23:50 | |
threw it out the window and started over, and birthed Moby Dick. | 0:23:50 | 0:23:53 | |
So, suddenly I find myself in familiar territory with Shakespeare, | 0:23:53 | 0:23:58 | |
whom I'd loved since I was 14 years old. | 0:23:58 | 0:24:01 | |
Oh, ye whale! Ye dammed whale! | 0:24:06 | 0:24:09 | |
I crammed myself with Moby Dick | 0:24:22 | 0:24:24 | |
to the extent of reading some parts of the novel 50 or 60 times over. | 0:24:24 | 0:24:28 | |
Some scenes 80 times over. | 0:24:28 | 0:24:30 | |
Until a day finally came in London | 0:24:30 | 0:24:33 | |
when I got out of bed, walked over to the mirror and said to myself, | 0:24:33 | 0:24:37 | |
"I am Herman Melville," | 0:24:37 | 0:24:39 | |
and on that day I rewrote the last fourth of the screenplay - | 0:24:39 | 0:24:43 | |
40 pages in a single afternoon. | 0:24:43 | 0:24:45 | |
From Hell's heart I stab at thee! | 0:24:46 | 0:24:51 | |
For hate's sake! | 0:24:51 | 0:24:53 | |
I spit my last breath at thee, oh, damned whale! | 0:24:53 | 0:25:01 | |
I was walking with a friend, about 30 years back, | 0:25:23 | 0:25:27 | |
along Wilshire and Western Avenue, | 0:25:27 | 0:25:30 | |
and a police car pulled up | 0:25:30 | 0:25:31 | |
and the policeman got out and came over to us and said, | 0:25:31 | 0:25:34 | |
"What are you doing?" | 0:25:34 | 0:25:35 | |
And I said, "Putting one foot in front of the other," | 0:25:35 | 0:25:39 | |
which was the wrong answer. | 0:25:39 | 0:25:41 | |
CROWD LAUGHS | 0:25:41 | 0:25:44 | |
And the more the policeman talked to me the more upset I got | 0:25:44 | 0:25:46 | |
because I felt I wasn't a criminal, I'd done nothing, | 0:25:46 | 0:25:50 | |
that I could remember anyway, to be questioned on the street. | 0:25:50 | 0:25:53 | |
And I looked around suddenly | 0:25:53 | 0:25:55 | |
and I realised how great a distance it was | 0:25:55 | 0:25:58 | |
toward the West, with no pedestrians, | 0:25:58 | 0:26:00 | |
and toward the east, with no-one walking, | 0:26:00 | 0:26:03 | |
and all the side streets, | 0:26:03 | 0:26:05 | |
nobody doing anything, and we were isolated. | 0:26:05 | 0:26:08 | |
This other chap and myself, walking at night. | 0:26:08 | 0:26:11 | |
And the more I talked, the more I realised I was making trouble for myself. | 0:26:11 | 0:26:16 | |
I became so frustrated that, at a certain point, | 0:26:16 | 0:26:19 | |
I reached into my pocket and took out a packet of soda crackers | 0:26:19 | 0:26:24 | |
and put them in my mouth and chewed on them. | 0:26:24 | 0:26:26 | |
And as I talked to the policeman, I sprayed him with flakes. | 0:26:26 | 0:26:29 | |
CROWD LAUGHS | 0:26:29 | 0:26:31 | |
Now, I've never been able to figure out whether I did this on purpose | 0:26:31 | 0:26:34 | |
or whether there was some subconscious thing going on there. | 0:26:34 | 0:26:39 | |
And the policeman looked down at the flakes on his uniform | 0:26:39 | 0:26:43 | |
and he looked like the night sky, | 0:26:43 | 0:26:46 | |
with the Andromeda nebula here and Orion over here, | 0:26:46 | 0:26:50 | |
and he couldn't decide whether I was being hostile or not. | 0:26:50 | 0:26:53 | |
All right, stand still. | 0:26:59 | 0:27:01 | |
Stay where you are, don't move. | 0:27:01 | 0:27:03 | |
Put up your hands. | 0:27:03 | 0:27:05 | |
Your hands up or we'll shoot. | 0:27:05 | 0:27:06 | |
-Your name? -Ray Bradbury. -Speak up! | 0:27:07 | 0:27:10 | |
-Ray Bradbury. -What are you doing out? | 0:27:12 | 0:27:15 | |
Walking. | 0:27:15 | 0:27:17 | |
Walking? Walking? Just walking? | 0:27:17 | 0:27:19 | |
-Walking?! -Yes, sir. | 0:27:19 | 0:27:21 | |
Walking where? For what? | 0:27:21 | 0:27:24 | |
To breathe the air. | 0:27:24 | 0:27:25 | |
-To see things. -You've done this often? | 0:27:25 | 0:27:28 | |
Every night for years. | 0:27:28 | 0:27:29 | |
Well, Mr Bradbury... | 0:27:31 | 0:27:32 | |
-Is that all? -Yes. | 0:27:34 | 0:27:36 | |
Here, get in. | 0:27:36 | 0:27:38 | |
But you don't understand, I haven't done anything. | 0:27:40 | 0:27:43 | |
Get in. | 0:27:43 | 0:27:44 | |
I wrote The Pedestrian, a story of a time, 50 years from now, | 0:27:49 | 0:27:54 | |
when a man is arrested by a robot car. | 0:27:54 | 0:27:57 | |
He is taken off for a clinical study | 0:27:57 | 0:27:59 | |
because he insists on looking at untelevised reality | 0:27:59 | 0:28:03 | |
and breathing un-air-conditioned air. | 0:28:03 | 0:28:06 | |
And, about a year later, two years later, | 0:28:06 | 0:28:10 | |
I took that story out and I was looking at some other notes about fireman | 0:28:10 | 0:28:14 | |
and I suddenly decided to take that pedestrian out for a walk again. | 0:28:14 | 0:28:19 | |
And I went to my typewriter, started walking the pedestrian, | 0:28:19 | 0:28:23 | |
changed the sex to a girl - Clarisse McClellan - | 0:28:23 | 0:28:26 | |
had her turn a corner and smell kerosene | 0:28:26 | 0:28:28 | |
and nine days later Fahrenheit 451 was finished as a novel. | 0:28:28 | 0:28:32 | |
So, thank God for that policeman, huh? | 0:28:32 | 0:28:34 | |
Tell me, that number you all wear, what does it mean? | 0:28:34 | 0:28:39 | |
Oh, Fahrenheit 451. | 0:28:39 | 0:28:40 | |
Why 451 rather than 813 or 121...? | 0:28:42 | 0:28:44 | |
Fahrenheit 451 is the temperature at which book paper catches fire | 0:28:44 | 0:28:48 | |
and starts to burn. | 0:28:48 | 0:28:50 | |
(Look, isn't that lovely?) | 0:28:50 | 0:28:52 | |
The pages, like flower petals or butterflies. | 0:28:52 | 0:28:57 | |
Luminous and black. | 0:28:57 | 0:28:58 | |
Who can explain the fascination of fire? What draws us to it? | 0:28:58 | 0:29:03 | |
Whether we're young or old. | 0:29:03 | 0:29:05 | |
HARROWING VIOLIN MUSIC | 0:29:06 | 0:29:09 | |
The McCarthy period, the Joseph McCarthy period, | 0:29:19 | 0:29:22 | |
I consider to be one of the strangest semi-frightening | 0:29:22 | 0:29:25 | |
and ridiculous periods of American history. | 0:29:25 | 0:29:28 | |
I myself wasn't so much afraid of him as I was angered by him. | 0:29:28 | 0:29:34 | |
As a result of this, believing in the power of the individual, | 0:29:34 | 0:29:37 | |
I wrote a whole series of short stories, which turned into novels. | 0:29:37 | 0:29:41 | |
The final novel being Fahrenheit 451. | 0:29:41 | 0:29:44 | |
Is it true...that a long time ago firemen used to put out fires | 0:29:44 | 0:29:50 | |
and not burn books? | 0:29:50 | 0:29:52 | |
Oh, really, your uncle is right, you are light in the head! | 0:29:53 | 0:29:56 | |
-Put fires out? Who told you that? -Oh, I don't know, someone. | 0:29:56 | 0:29:59 | |
-But is it true? Did they? -Oh, what a strange idea! | 0:29:59 | 0:30:02 | |
In the midst of writing about the future | 0:30:02 | 0:30:04 | |
I sat down and exploded, politically, about the future | 0:30:04 | 0:30:09 | |
by putting together an advertisement, | 0:30:09 | 0:30:12 | |
which I paid for myself, with 200 I didn't truly have. | 0:30:12 | 0:30:15 | |
"Get to your work now, remembering that you have good men in your party | 0:30:17 | 0:30:20 | |
"if you put them to work | 0:30:20 | 0:30:21 | |
"but in the name of all that is right, and good, and fair, | 0:30:21 | 0:30:24 | |
"let us send Joseph McCarthy and his friends back to Salem | 0:30:24 | 0:30:28 | |
"and the 17th century." | 0:30:28 | 0:30:30 | |
My friend said, "It's no use, he's going to stay in power for ever, | 0:30:30 | 0:30:33 | |
"he's going to hurt a lot of people." | 0:30:33 | 0:30:35 | |
I said, "I refuse to be frightened. Let's attack." | 0:30:35 | 0:30:39 | |
So, I said, "The individual has great power. | 0:30:39 | 0:30:42 | |
"I believe that McCarthy will be destroyed by one or two people." | 0:30:42 | 0:30:45 | |
That's how it turned out. | 0:30:45 | 0:30:46 | |
Edward R Murrow with his television show on McCarthy, | 0:30:46 | 0:30:50 | |
Mr Welsh, the lawyer at the Army trial, turning on McCarthy | 0:30:50 | 0:30:54 | |
and saying, finally, at long last, "Sir, have you no decency?", | 0:30:54 | 0:30:58 | |
and down the drain went McCarthy. | 0:30:58 | 0:31:00 | |
Is this your special book? | 0:31:01 | 0:31:03 | |
It's got to be burned with the others and you're under arrest. | 0:31:03 | 0:31:06 | |
(Die.) | 0:31:23 | 0:31:26 | |
HE SCREAMS | 0:31:27 | 0:31:29 | |
People are saying, "Well, what do you predict for the future? | 0:31:34 | 0:31:37 | |
"You're writing these depressing books." | 0:31:37 | 0:31:39 | |
I don't mean to depress, I mean to use my books as weapons | 0:31:39 | 0:31:44 | |
to prevent futures rather than to predict them. | 0:31:44 | 0:31:47 | |
And I'm optimistic about the future | 0:31:47 | 0:31:50 | |
or I wouldn't be writing the way I write. | 0:31:50 | 0:31:52 | |
If I really believed the future was going to be as dark as Orwell said | 0:31:52 | 0:31:56 | |
or Aldous Huxley said, I would, tomorrow, go out | 0:31:56 | 0:32:00 | |
and eat a ton of pickles and 16 Clark bars and 13 Cadburys | 0:32:00 | 0:32:05 | |
and get the hell out of the world. | 0:32:05 | 0:32:07 | |
MUSIC BOX PLAYING "Fly Me To The Moon" by Bart Howard | 0:32:07 | 0:32:11 | |
I've never learned to drive ever in my life. | 0:32:32 | 0:32:34 | |
Number one because I was very poor growing up as a writer, | 0:32:34 | 0:32:38 | |
number two, I'm afraid of automobiles. | 0:32:38 | 0:32:40 | |
It's ours to choose - you can create good machines or bad machines. | 0:32:49 | 0:32:54 | |
A machine that has humanity embodied in it is a good machine. | 0:32:54 | 0:32:59 | |
We can create machines in the future that can lock humanity into them | 0:32:59 | 0:33:03 | |
and therefore change the entire aspect of technology. | 0:33:03 | 0:33:08 | |
'And now, the skills of the sculptor | 0:33:08 | 0:33:12 | |
'and the talents of the artist will let us relive great moments | 0:33:12 | 0:33:17 | |
'with Mr Lincoln.' | 0:33:17 | 0:33:19 | |
The world, it...never had a good definition... | 0:33:33 | 0:33:38 | |
..of the word liberty. | 0:33:40 | 0:33:41 | |
'Hello and welcome to the magic kingdom of Disneyland. | 0:33:41 | 0:33:45 | |
'There are several ways to visit Disneyland. | 0:33:45 | 0:33:48 | |
'If this is your first visit, you may enjoy the guided tour, | 0:33:48 | 0:33:51 | |
'complete with your admission and seven of Disneyland's major attractions...' | 0:33:51 | 0:33:55 | |
I think we all have our lives at Disneyland. | 0:33:57 | 0:34:01 | |
The future of America, for me, | 0:34:01 | 0:34:02 | |
is in the kind of planning that is going on here. | 0:34:02 | 0:34:05 | |
CAROUSEL MUSIC | 0:34:12 | 0:34:15 | |
I happen to believe that machines of this sort | 0:34:43 | 0:34:46 | |
are very helpful in the world. | 0:34:46 | 0:34:47 | |
I'm tired of the cliches about computers and machines being terrible monsters. | 0:34:47 | 0:34:53 | |
It would be like walking by a library and saying, | 0:34:53 | 0:34:56 | |
"Aren't you terrified of libraries?", | 0:34:56 | 0:34:58 | |
And that is what a computer is, it's a library | 0:34:58 | 0:35:00 | |
but it doesn't look like one. | 0:35:00 | 0:35:02 | |
It's an incredible place where the first monorails have been built, | 0:35:04 | 0:35:07 | |
the first real studies of what people are in relationship to one another. | 0:35:07 | 0:35:11 | |
The elimination of elbows, | 0:35:11 | 0:35:13 | |
how to get rid of mobs and turn them into crowds, it's very important. | 0:35:13 | 0:35:17 | |
I think the future of America is in studying a place like this. | 0:35:17 | 0:35:22 | |
'..icy caverns and crystal caves.' | 0:35:22 | 0:35:24 | |
I encouraged the web people, the Disney people, over the years | 0:35:25 | 0:35:30 | |
to bring their robots and their computers, and their plans, | 0:35:30 | 0:35:34 | |
and apply them to the problems of the small town. | 0:35:34 | 0:35:37 | |
And when uncle Walt was alive I said to him once, | 0:35:37 | 0:35:41 | |
"Walt, I wish you would run for mayor of Los Angeles.", | 0:35:41 | 0:35:44 | |
And he said, "Ray, why should I be mayor when I'm already king?" | 0:35:44 | 0:35:48 | |
There we go. Hi, there. How you doing? God bless. | 0:35:50 | 0:35:54 | |
JOLLY MUSIC | 0:35:56 | 0:35:59 | |
'Happy's one of his favouritest friends. | 0:36:16 | 0:36:20 | |
'Ha, except I'm your favourite. Yeah, I'm your bestest friend!' | 0:36:20 | 0:36:25 | |
I'm fascinated with the idea that machines are as paradoxical | 0:36:30 | 0:36:34 | |
as mankind is itself. | 0:36:34 | 0:36:37 | |
Over the years you consider the fact that atom power can be used | 0:36:37 | 0:36:41 | |
to blow up the world or to illuminate the world. | 0:36:41 | 0:36:44 | |
So, I've written just as many short stories, over a long period of time, | 0:36:44 | 0:36:49 | |
attacking technology as I have defending it. | 0:36:49 | 0:36:53 | |
'Tick-tock seven o'clock, time to get up. | 0:36:56 | 0:37:01 | |
'Time to get up. Seven o'clock.' | 0:37:01 | 0:37:04 | |
'7.09 breakfast time. 7.09.' | 0:37:07 | 0:37:12 | |
'Today is August 4th, 2026. | 0:37:14 | 0:37:19 | |
'Today is Mr Featherstone's birthday.' | 0:37:19 | 0:37:22 | |
'8.01, tick-tock, 8.01 o'clock. | 0:37:27 | 0:37:33 | |
'Off to school, off to work. | 0:37:33 | 0:37:35 | |
'Run, run, 8.01.' | 0:37:35 | 0:37:38 | |
ROBOTIC SQUEAKING | 0:37:38 | 0:37:41 | |
"The entire west face of the house was black, save for five places. | 0:37:44 | 0:37:49 | |
"Here, the silhouette, in paint, of a man mowing the lawn, | 0:37:49 | 0:37:53 | |
"here, as in a photograph, a woman bent to pick flowers. | 0:37:53 | 0:37:56 | |
"Still further over, | 0:37:56 | 0:37:57 | |
"their images burned on wood in one titanic incident, | 0:37:57 | 0:38:01 | |
"a small boy, hands flung into the air, | 0:38:01 | 0:38:04 | |
"higher up, the image of a thrown ball and opposite him a girl, | 0:38:04 | 0:38:08 | |
"hands raised to catch a ball which never came down. | 0:38:08 | 0:38:13 | |
"The five spots of paint, the man, the woman, the children, | 0:38:13 | 0:38:17 | |
"the ball remained. | 0:38:17 | 0:38:18 | |
"The rest was a thin, charcoaled layer. | 0:38:18 | 0:38:21 | |
"The gentle sprinkler rain filled the garden with falling light." | 0:38:21 | 0:38:26 | |
KETTLE WHISTLING | 0:38:32 | 0:38:35 | |
'Fire, help, help! Fire, run, run! | 0:38:36 | 0:38:40 | |
'Fire, help. | 0:38:40 | 0:38:43 | |
'Fire, burning, run! Run! | 0:38:43 | 0:38:47 | |
'Fire! Help! HELP! BURNING! | 0:38:47 | 0:38:51 | |
'FIRE! RUN! RUN... | 0:38:51 | 0:38:52 | |
'7am, breakfast... | 0:38:52 | 0:38:55 | |
'FIRE! HELP! HELP! | 0:38:55 | 0:38:58 | |
'Help, help.' | 0:38:58 | 0:39:01 | |
DISTORTED ROBOTIC SQUEAKING | 0:39:01 | 0:39:04 | |
When I was a young man I looked at the shelves at the library, | 0:39:18 | 0:39:22 | |
saw the empty places and said to myself, | 0:39:22 | 0:39:24 | |
"How do I get there? How do I put myself on that shelf?" | 0:39:24 | 0:39:28 | |
The answer was to write a book that would scare the hell out of myself. | 0:39:28 | 0:39:32 | |
We all love that. | 0:39:32 | 0:39:34 | |
To write books about boys sneaking around at midnight, | 0:39:34 | 0:39:36 | |
doing secret things, out in the back yard, climbing trees, | 0:39:36 | 0:39:41 | |
going into haunted houses, that sort of wonderful adventure. | 0:39:41 | 0:39:44 | |
If I could write that, maybe I'd wind up on the shelves. | 0:39:44 | 0:39:48 | |
EERIE PIANO MUSIC | 0:39:51 | 0:39:53 | |
"Out in the world not much happened but here, in this special night, | 0:40:02 | 0:40:07 | |
"a land bricked with paper and leather, anything might happen. | 0:40:07 | 0:40:12 | |
"Always did. | 0:40:12 | 0:40:14 | |
"Listen, and you heard 10,000 people screaming | 0:40:14 | 0:40:17 | |
"so high, only dogs feathered their ears." | 0:40:17 | 0:40:21 | |
CROWD SCREAMING | 0:40:21 | 0:40:23 | |
MEN SHOUTING IN UNISON | 0:40:23 | 0:40:25 | |
WHINING PLANE ENGINE | 0:40:29 | 0:40:31 | |
"Mankind perished utterly..." | 0:40:35 | 0:40:37 | |
EXPLOSIONS | 0:40:37 | 0:40:39 | |
MARCHING FEET AND SINGING | 0:40:42 | 0:40:45 | |
CHURCH BELLS RINGING | 0:40:50 | 0:40:52 | |
FOG HORNS BLARING | 0:40:52 | 0:40:55 | |
I got the title for my novel from Shakespeare's play Macbeth. | 0:40:57 | 0:41:01 | |
"By the pricking of my thumbs Something wicked this way comes." | 0:41:01 | 0:41:06 | |
CARNIVAL MUSIC | 0:41:06 | 0:41:08 | |
"These illustrations are all right through the day, | 0:41:20 | 0:41:23 | |
"but at night, they move. | 0:41:23 | 0:41:26 | |
" 'For you see,' said the illustrated man, | 0:41:26 | 0:41:29 | |
" 'these pictures predict the future.' " | 0:41:29 | 0:41:31 | |
FRANTIC ORGAN MUSIC | 0:41:31 | 0:41:34 | |
This is one of my favourite books. | 0:42:22 | 0:42:24 | |
Mainly because I found my father, by surprise, in it a few years ago. | 0:42:24 | 0:42:29 | |
My father died some 23 years back. | 0:42:29 | 0:42:33 | |
I wrote the book 20 years ago, published it 18 years ago, | 0:42:33 | 0:42:36 | |
didn't read it for many years after. | 0:42:36 | 0:42:38 | |
One night, about eight or nine years ago, | 0:42:38 | 0:42:40 | |
prowling around my house, late, picked up the book, | 0:42:40 | 0:42:43 | |
read a whole chapter about this man, this father in the book, | 0:42:43 | 0:42:47 | |
and burst into tears. | 0:42:47 | 0:42:49 | |
It was my father, hidden away at the heart of the book, | 0:42:49 | 0:42:52 | |
very special, very loving, very good. | 0:42:52 | 0:42:56 | |
And that's why it's my favourite book. | 0:42:56 | 0:42:59 | |
" 'Me,' said his father, 'I'm the original sad man. | 0:43:01 | 0:43:05 | |
" 'I read a book and it makes me sad, see a film - sad, | 0:43:05 | 0:43:09 | |
" 'plays - they really work me over.' | 0:43:09 | 0:43:12 | |
" 'Is there anything,' said Will, 'doesn't make you sad?' | 0:43:12 | 0:43:16 | |
" 'One thing - death.' | 0:43:16 | 0:43:18 | |
" 'Boy!', Will started, 'I should think that would.' | 0:43:18 | 0:43:22 | |
" 'No,' said the man with the voice to match his hair, | 0:43:22 | 0:43:26 | |
" 'death makes everything else sad, but death itself only scares. | 0:43:26 | 0:43:31 | |
" 'If there wasn't death, | 0:43:31 | 0:43:33 | |
" 'well, all the other things wouldn't get tainted.' | 0:43:33 | 0:43:35 | |
" 'And,' Will thought, 'here comes the Carnival. | 0:43:35 | 0:43:38 | |
" 'Death, like a rattle in one hand, life, like candy in the other, | 0:43:38 | 0:43:42 | |
" 'shake one to scare you, offer one to make your mouth water. | 0:43:42 | 0:43:45 | |
" 'Here comes the sideshow and both hands full.' " | 0:43:45 | 0:43:49 | |
MUSIC: "Funeral March" by Frederic Chopin | 0:43:49 | 0:43:53 | |
CHATTERING CROWD | 0:44:01 | 0:44:04 | |
DISTORTED ORGAN MUSIC | 0:44:09 | 0:44:13 | |
"The carousel wheeled, the horses thrusting, | 0:44:35 | 0:44:38 | |
"the music gasped after, while Mr Cougar, as simple as shadows, | 0:44:38 | 0:44:43 | |
"as simple as time, got younger, and younger, and younger. | 0:44:43 | 0:44:49 | |
"The days being short now, simply, I had come to gaze, and look, | 0:45:08 | 0:45:13 | |
"and stare upon the thought of that once endless maze of afternoons. | 0:45:13 | 0:45:17 | |
"But, most of all, I wish to find the places where I ran, | 0:45:17 | 0:45:20 | |
"as dogs do run before or after boys." | 0:45:20 | 0:45:24 | |
I think one of the basic secrets of life | 0:45:25 | 0:45:27 | |
is doing things because you want to do them | 0:45:27 | 0:45:30 | |
and not because someone pays you. | 0:45:30 | 0:45:32 | |
That's been true for me. | 0:45:32 | 0:45:33 | |
I've been writing poetry for 40 years or so | 0:45:33 | 0:45:35 | |
that nobody wanted to read - | 0:45:35 | 0:45:37 | |
even myself, at times. | 0:45:37 | 0:45:39 | |
And now, very late in time, the poetry is getting pretty good | 0:45:39 | 0:45:42 | |
and I'm beginning to publish it. | 0:45:42 | 0:45:44 | |
"I came upon an oak where once, when I was 12, | 0:45:50 | 0:45:53 | |
"I had climbed up and screamed for Skip to get me down. | 0:45:53 | 0:45:57 | |
"It was 1,000 miles to Earth, I shut my eyes and yelled." | 0:45:57 | 0:46:00 | |
Help! | 0:46:00 | 0:46:02 | |
"My brother, richly compelled to mirth, | 0:46:02 | 0:46:04 | |
"gave shouts of laughter and scaled up to rescue me. | 0:46:04 | 0:46:08 | |
" 'What we doing there?', he said. | 0:46:08 | 0:46:10 | |
"I did not tell, but I was there to place a note within a squirrel nest | 0:46:10 | 0:46:15 | |
"on which I had written some old secret thing now long forgot. | 0:46:15 | 0:46:20 | |
"Now, in the green ravine of middle years, I stood beneath that tree. | 0:46:20 | 0:46:25 | |
" 'Why, why?', I thought, | 0:46:25 | 0:46:26 | |
" 'my God, it's not so high. Why did I shriek?' " | 0:46:26 | 0:46:30 | |
"What awe, the squirrel's hole and long lost nest were there. | 0:46:39 | 0:46:45 | |
"I lay upon the limb a long while thinking. | 0:46:45 | 0:46:48 | |
"I drank in all the leaves, and clouds, and weathers going by | 0:46:48 | 0:46:52 | |
"as mindless as the days. 'What, what, what if?', I thought | 0:46:52 | 0:46:57 | |
"but no, some 40 years beyond, | 0:46:57 | 0:46:59 | |
"the note I had put had surely stolen off by now. | 0:46:59 | 0:47:02 | |
"I put my hand into the nest... | 0:47:02 | 0:47:05 | |
"..I dug my fingers deep - nothing and still more nothing. | 0:47:07 | 0:47:10 | |
"Yet, digging further, I brought forth the note. | 0:47:10 | 0:47:14 | |
"Like moth wings neatly powdered on themselves and folded close | 0:47:14 | 0:47:18 | |
"it had survived! | 0:47:18 | 0:47:20 | |
"I opened it, for now I had to know. I opened it and wept. | 0:47:20 | 0:47:24 | |
"I clung, then, to the tree and let the tears flow out | 0:47:24 | 0:47:28 | |
"and down my chin. | 0:47:28 | 0:47:30 | |
"Dear boy, strange child | 0:47:30 | 0:47:31 | |
"who must have known the years and reckoned time | 0:47:31 | 0:47:34 | |
"and smelled sweet death from flowers in the far churchyard. | 0:47:34 | 0:47:39 | |
"What did it say that made me weep?" | 0:47:39 | 0:47:41 | |
"I remember you." | 0:47:43 | 0:47:46 | |
" 'I remember you.' | 0:47:46 | 0:47:48 | |
" 'I remember you.' " | 0:47:48 | 0:47:50 | |
People are always saying, "What are you? | 0:47:59 | 0:48:01 | |
"Are you a science fiction writer, are you a fantasy writer?" | 0:48:01 | 0:48:05 | |
I say, "No, I am what I started out to be - a magician." | 0:48:05 | 0:48:09 | |
Everyone, clothes off! | 0:48:09 | 0:48:11 | |
Brush teeth. | 0:48:13 | 0:48:14 | |
Now, out with the lights. | 0:48:15 | 0:48:17 | |
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