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Click here to see a growing list of NEWC's favorite band names.
Click here to see a growing list of NEWC's favorite short stories.
NEWC Movieola
Some of NEWC's favorite Independant Films. Look for these at  CAAN and Sundance next year. Click on the pictures for a full page ad.

Enalio Vesolutti is 3D-MAN

Claude Ramses LePlet stars in the BC3 smash film "Madagascar Paddy Wagon"

Madigascar Paddy Wagon

My eyes can see
That the sand is like sea
And it stretches to the end of my mind
On a ship set to sail
with four legs and a tail
Tishmandu I set out to find
Now the wind is of sand
and can lend a hand
in tearing the flesh from your bone
So your head you keep wrapped
your snaps keep snapped
and you never travel alone
The heat at midday
is to kill and waylay
if the body and soul are not one
So you pray to the east
and prepare for slim feast
begging passage under full sun
Caravan of the seed
born on camels that breed
in an endless march between wells
Over lost count of dunes
scribling clerical runes
knowing not what story it tells
At the end of the day
when gold turns to grey
and the stars brighten the skies
A device is brought forth
to determine true north
and the path where Tiushmandu lies
On the fortieth morn
pressing lips to the horn
a signal beckons us wake
Leaving water behind
on a course now refind
the final leagues we must take
Tishmandu is a place
where a white mans face
has never been seen or allowed
But the people have need
and my service agreed
in a land under sky without cloud
Like feathers of blue
in the distance I view
the flags on top of the walls
Though my limbs are worn
my very fabric is torn
I move towards Tishmandu halls
At last in the shade
a walled shlter is bade
I meet wit hthe maker of rules
A service I bring
but to the rules I must cling
or a tortures price must be paid
Twenty days and seven
in the passes of heaven
I treated the sick and the lame
With rules on my mind
the medicines I grind
The devil of Tish for to tame
In the end I am paid
for the journey I made
and the healing and medicine new
On my camel back
salted meats in my pack
Bid farewell to Tishmandu