Showing posts with label Literary Pursuit. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Literary Pursuit. Show all posts
Tuesday, August 4, 2009
Sunday, May 24, 2009
Literary references to the Guinness Surfer commercial
Here's the voiceover of the iconic Surfer commercial for Guinness by Jonathan Glazer.
He waits… That’s what he does… And I’ll tell you what; tick followed tock followed tick followed tock followed tick’
Ahab says “I don’t care who you are, here’s to your dream”. The old sailors return to the bar.’
“Here’s to you, Ahab” and the phat drummer hit the beat with all his heart’
"Here’s to waiting…"
While the core idea for the voice started with references from Herman Melville's Moby Dick, there were many more treatments considered. The soundtrack was initially supposed to be excerpts of Richard Burton's poetry reading of Dylan Thomas's Under The Milkwood Tree. Set to techno-punk rhythms of Leftfield. Since the client felt the envelope could be pushed further, a new prose was created by a literary concoction of Moby Dick with influences from Coleridge's Rime Of The Ancient Mariner. The last line was inspired by James Joyce from his novel Portrait Of An Artist As A Young Man where he goes on to talk about how man must rid himself of social trappings before he can become a true artist.
Courtesy: http://www.cengage.co.uk/yeshin/students/guinness.pdf
Posted by Murali.
He waits… That’s what he does… And I’ll tell you what; tick followed tock followed tick followed tock followed tick’
Ahab says “I don’t care who you are, here’s to your dream”. The old sailors return to the bar.’
“Here’s to you, Ahab” and the phat drummer hit the beat with all his heart’
"Here’s to waiting…"
While the core idea for the voice started with references from Herman Melville's Moby Dick, there were many more treatments considered. The soundtrack was initially supposed to be excerpts of Richard Burton's poetry reading of Dylan Thomas's Under The Milkwood Tree. Set to techno-punk rhythms of Leftfield. Since the client felt the envelope could be pushed further, a new prose was created by a literary concoction of Moby Dick with influences from Coleridge's Rime Of The Ancient Mariner. The last line was inspired by James Joyce from his novel Portrait Of An Artist As A Young Man where he goes on to talk about how man must rid himself of social trappings before he can become a true artist.
Courtesy: http://www.cengage.co.uk/yeshin/students/guinness.pdf
Posted by Murali.
Wednesday, October 1, 2008
Pyala Zindagi Ka
Zindagi ek chai ka pyala hai, jab peena shuru kiya toh do–teen chuski ke baad thoda taste aane laga. Phir kuch aur aage bada toh mein sab kuch bhool kar ussi mein doob gaya. Laga maano pehli baar shayad kuch aisa mila hai jise peete rahne ka mann hai.
Ek waqt aisa bhi aaya jab pyala khali hota dikh raha tha, toh dil mein ek ajeeb si bechaini thi ki, koi aaye aur apna pyala issme mila de par aisa nahi hua. Ek waqt par aakar mera pyala khali ho gaya.
Ab mein baitha hua un saari chuskiyon ko yaad karta hoon jo maine dil se li hain aur dil hi dil ye dua karta hoon ki koi aaye aur apni zindigi ka pyala, mere pyale mein mila de taaki mein phir se un chuskiyon ka maza le sakoon.
Posted by Vikrant
Ek waqt aisa bhi aaya jab pyala khali hota dikh raha tha, toh dil mein ek ajeeb si bechaini thi ki, koi aaye aur apna pyala issme mila de par aisa nahi hua. Ek waqt par aakar mera pyala khali ho gaya.
Ab mein baitha hua un saari chuskiyon ko yaad karta hoon jo maine dil se li hain aur dil hi dil ye dua karta hoon ki koi aaye aur apni zindigi ka pyala, mere pyale mein mila de taaki mein phir se un chuskiyon ka maza le sakoon.
Posted by Vikrant
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