an excerpt from playwright Sarah Kane's Crave
i'm not quite sure if i fully comprehend it lol.
nevertheless it's a beautiful video. beautifully tormented.
Monday, August 31, 2009
What's Love?
an excerpt from playwright Sarah Kane's Crave
i'm not quite sure if i fully comprehend it lol.
nevertheless it's a beautiful video. beautifully tormented.
Sunday, August 23, 2009
The B Word
Vassup! My name ich Bruno and vam head to da milan vashion show!
(this brings to mind josh's obsession with imitating bruno's gay actions after he saw the trailer 4months back)
Bruno, a flamboyantly gay 'fashionista' hailing from Austria, does the most stereotypical gay actions and wears the gay-est clothes that exposes his ass, not buttcheeks mind you. Initially the jokes were promising and were genuinely laugh-worthy but after half time, the jokes get somewhat stale and repetitive. Like the first Hitler joke, it was truly funny. After that it was zzz, or maybe i didn't get it? Some redeeming scenes like the satire on the whole celebrity trend on adopting an african kid went pleasantly well with me. Like someone lambast Madonna on her copycaticity already! i liked that part where he was asked what did he trade his adopted baby for, and he gave a matter-of-fact answer "an ipod", subtly putting the message across on how Apple is taking the world by storm, even in Africa. I laughed at Cohen's deft satire on the whole get-famous-by-making-a-sex-tape-paris-hilton-way. with old wrinkly Ron Paul. Well of course it didn't happen. He looked extremely uncomfortable with bruno hitting on him and excused himself out of the room when bruno shed his hot-pants.
Although Bruno uses the same formula as its predecessor Borat, the humour is nowhere as sharp or consistent as it. There were a lot of totally witless and plain what-the-fuck moments. At the end of the movie, you get the feeling Cohen produced another movie to ride on Borat's fame and tried and tested formula. It was hard to buy the allegedly "real" movie cause some of the scenes were so obviously staged! I don't think even the star power from Bono, Sting etc helped save this tragedy of a film.
Not worth it to have paid 10bucks to catch it on a friday night!
(this brings to mind josh's obsession with imitating bruno's gay actions after he saw the trailer 4months back)
Bruno, a flamboyantly gay 'fashionista' hailing from Austria, does the most stereotypical gay actions and wears the gay-est clothes that exposes his ass, not buttcheeks mind you. Initially the jokes were promising and were genuinely laugh-worthy but after half time, the jokes get somewhat stale and repetitive. Like the first Hitler joke, it was truly funny. After that it was zzz, or maybe i didn't get it? Some redeeming scenes like the satire on the whole celebrity trend on adopting an african kid went pleasantly well with me. Like someone lambast Madonna on her copycaticity already! i liked that part where he was asked what did he trade his adopted baby for, and he gave a matter-of-fact answer "an ipod", subtly putting the message across on how Apple is taking the world by storm, even in Africa. I laughed at Cohen's deft satire on the whole get-famous-by-making-a-sex-tape-paris-hilton-way. with old wrinkly Ron Paul. Well of course it didn't happen. He looked extremely uncomfortable with bruno hitting on him and excused himself out of the room when bruno shed his hot-pants.
Although Bruno uses the same formula as its predecessor Borat, the humour is nowhere as sharp or consistent as it. There were a lot of totally witless and plain what-the-fuck moments. At the end of the movie, you get the feeling Cohen produced another movie to ride on Borat's fame and tried and tested formula. It was hard to buy the allegedly "real" movie cause some of the scenes were so obviously staged! I don't think even the star power from Bono, Sting etc helped save this tragedy of a film.
Not worth it to have paid 10bucks to catch it on a friday night!
Thursday, August 13, 2009
Andre x Colette x Leica
put famed french graffiti artist
André Saraiva's signature stickman
+ Colette + Leica C-Lux 3 =
André Saraiva's signature stickman
+ Colette + Leica C-Lux 3 =
Puedo Escribir Esta noche
Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
Write, for example, 'The night is starry
and the stars are blue and shiver in the distance.'
The night wind revolves in the sky and sings.
Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.
Through nights like this one I held her in my arms.
I kissed her again and again under the endless sky.
She loved me, sometimes I loved her too.
How could one not have loved her great still eyes.
Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
To think that I do not have her. To feel that I have lost her.
To hear the immense night, still more immense without her.
And the verse falls to the soul like dew to the pasture.
What does it matter that my love could not keep her.
The night is starry and she is not with me.
This is all. In the distance someone is singing. In the distance.
My soul is not satisfied that it has lost her.
My sight tries to find her as though to bring her closer.
My heart looks for her, and she is not with me.
The same night whitening the same trees.
We, of that time, are no longer the same.
I no longer love her, that's certain, but how I loved her.
My voice tried to find the wind to touch her hearing.
Another's. She will be another's. As she was before my kisses.
Her voice, her bright body. Her infinite eyes.
I no longer love her, that's certain, but maybe I love her.
Love is so short, forgetting is so long.
Because through nights like this one I held her in my arms
my soul is not satisfied that it has lost her.
Though this be the last pain that she makes me suffer
and these the last verses that I write for her.
translated by W.S. Merwin
Geezz isn't this just beautiful?
i went to borders and sat there for a good hour by myself reading his book.
time to buy it so i can read every night when i lie in bed and not read it from my iphone -_-
if there's one language i'd pick up, its gotta be Espanol,
to appreciate Neruda's works in their true pre-translated glory.
the poem recited in spanish... i don't understand la :(
Pablo Neruda
Write, for example, 'The night is starry
and the stars are blue and shiver in the distance.'
The night wind revolves in the sky and sings.
Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.
Through nights like this one I held her in my arms.
I kissed her again and again under the endless sky.
She loved me, sometimes I loved her too.
How could one not have loved her great still eyes.
Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
To think that I do not have her. To feel that I have lost her.
To hear the immense night, still more immense without her.
And the verse falls to the soul like dew to the pasture.
What does it matter that my love could not keep her.
The night is starry and she is not with me.
This is all. In the distance someone is singing. In the distance.
My soul is not satisfied that it has lost her.
My sight tries to find her as though to bring her closer.
My heart looks for her, and she is not with me.
The same night whitening the same trees.
We, of that time, are no longer the same.
I no longer love her, that's certain, but how I loved her.
My voice tried to find the wind to touch her hearing.
Another's. She will be another's. As she was before my kisses.
Her voice, her bright body. Her infinite eyes.
I no longer love her, that's certain, but maybe I love her.
Love is so short, forgetting is so long.
Because through nights like this one I held her in my arms
my soul is not satisfied that it has lost her.
Though this be the last pain that she makes me suffer
and these the last verses that I write for her.
translated by W.S. Merwin
Geezz isn't this just beautiful?
i went to borders and sat there for a good hour by myself reading his book.
time to buy it so i can read every night when i lie in bed and not read it from my iphone -_-
if there's one language i'd pick up, its gotta be Espanol,
to appreciate Neruda's works in their true pre-translated glory.
the poem recited in spanish... i don't understand la :(
Pablo Neruda
Saturday, August 8, 2009
Bale My Man
SEXIEST. LIPS. BESTOWED. UPON. MANKIND.
CARDIAC ARREST X 1000
for the uninitiated, the pair of sexayy lips belongs to Christian Bale
CARDIAC ARREST X 1000
for the uninitiated, the pair of sexayy lips belongs to Christian Bale
Sunday, August 2, 2009
The Inaugural Entry
Finally! After countless trials in trying to create an account with blogspot, wordpress and livejournal during those emotional surges that greets only in the dead of the night and falling asleep after trying so mighty hard to think of a username that is actually not taken, i've been shelving the idea of a blog until the next wave of emotional and lyrical insanity overwhelms me. This isn't gonna be all emo-nemo stuff! this is just gonna serve as an outlet for me to rant, rave and ramble on about anything and everything. Although i do foresee plenty much on music, movies, fashion and wherever and whatever the wind takes me to. I'm just hoping that in time to come, i won't be reading this and cringing my face so badly it dents inwards, as was the case when i read my 2004-5 blog.
i look forward to my stay here!
i look forward to my stay here!
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