24 November 2007
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Published on November 24th, 2007 @ 09:58:17 pm, using 252 words, 33 views
I am driving up 85 in the
kind of morning that lasts all afternoon
I’m just stuck inside the gloom
Four more exits to my apartment but
I am tempted to keep the car in drive
and leave it all behind
Cause I wonder sometimes
about the outcome
of a still verdictless life
Am I living it right?
Am I living it right?
Am I living it right?
Why, why Georgia, why?
I rent a room and I fill the spaces with
wood and places to make it feel like home
but all I feel is alone
It might be a quarter-life crisis
or just the stirring in my soul
either way
I wonder sometimes
about the outcome
of a still verdictless life
Am I living it right?
Am I living it right?
Am I living it right?
Why, why Georgia, why?
So what so I’ve got a smile on
It’s hiding the quiet superstitions in my head
Don’t believe me
Don’t you dare believe me
when I say I’ve got it down
Everybody is just a stranger
but that’s the danger in going my own way
I guess it’s a price I have to pay
still ‘everything happens for a reason’
is no reason not to ask yourself if you are
living it right
Are you living it right?
Are you living it right?
Why, why Georgia, why?
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Published on November 24th, 2007 @ 06:08:26 am, using 262 words, 61 views
I read or heard somewhere recently that it’s easier to make someone cry than it is to make someone laugh. To that I would add, it’s harder still (and profoundly captivating) to make someone laugh past the point of sound, deep into the realm of tears, and leave them smack in the middle of a state of complete, agonizing, doubled-over redness, with no trail of breadcrumbs to play light at the end of the tunnel to their convulsive body. It’s liberating and cleansing and best of all, laughable. Lovely how laughter begets laughter…
People who can make you laugh till you cry are angels in my book. People who… can go from the subject of Click (yes, the Adam Sandler movie - one of the many I haven’t seen, save the couple of un-Sandler ones) and in ten minutes’ time take you through Run Lola Run, Saramago, hepatitis, the unwiseness of lending - despite its occasional ‘medical’ benefit - and India, only to end up recounting the painfully funny episode of tangled up Indians in a subway car at 6pm on a Friday… have got to be human treasures.
Thanks for the Saramago recommendation, CD-Rom! (It’s on my reading list) and THANKS for the agonizing, doubled-over, tearful redness (You’ll never know how much I needed it) :D
Click here to read the ‘Indians-tangled-up-in-a-subway-car’ story in its original Portuguese.
Currently shattering window panes with a rendition of…
Elton John - Tiny Dancer
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Published on November 24th, 2007 @ 05:56:35 am, using 122 words, 27 views
It persuades an audience to confront its judgmental nature (be it first or second) and reconsider it. It introduces an audience to something or someone it may be inclined to judge, to look down on, to think little of, and expands on it. Tells you more, displays in full view not just the act but the feeling that led to the thought that led to the path that led to the act - focuses on the details. And a detail is often the common denominator. Small enough to require some effort to pinpoint but ubiquitous enough to be largely identifiable once pinpointed.
16 November 2007
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Published on November 16th, 2007 @ 09:40:09 am, using 162 words, 29 views
Goethe’s final words: “More light.” Ever since we crawled out of that primordial slime, that’s been our unifying cry, “More light.” Sunlight. Torchlight. Candlelight. Neon, incandescent lights to banish the darkness from our caves to illuminate our roads, the insides of our refrigerators. Big floods for the night games at Soldier’s field. Little tiny flashlights for those books we read under the covers when we’re supposed to be asleep. Light is more than watts and footcandles. Light is metaphor. “Thy word is a lamp unto my feet.” “Rage, rage against the dying of the light.” “Lead kindly, light amid the encircling gloom, lead thou me on, the night is dark and I am far from home, lead thou me on.” “Arise, shine, for thy light has come.” Light is knowledge, light is life, light is light.
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Published on November 16th, 2007 @ 06:22:57 am, using 1463 words, 178 views
Jodie Foster makes me like being short. Lack of stature is instantly translated to ‘posing no threat’ in most people’s understanding. You’re quite simply incapable of causing another human being to feel intimidated. Because you look so fragile and easily hurt yourself. That can be the proverbial card up your sleeve. That can be your element of surprise. That’s her element of surprise. How someone so little can fend for herself so beautifully and require no help in the process. Someone so little who, if push came to shove, you’d trust to fend for you over anyone.
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15 November 2007
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Published on November 15th, 2007 @ 04:53:44 am, using 230 words, 42 views
…that sounds like good advice but that I could never follow…
Note to self:
Hold your horses.
There’s so much to be savored in the slowness of discovery. There are so many promising moments in store – moments you will into existence and others… even better ones that take you completely by surprise. There may be a feast at the end of drawing something out.
Hold your water.
Stick with the present. The present is supposed to be your gravity. It’s supposed to give your legs purpose. Remember the present requires complete devotion. Complete devotion requires fidelity. Fidelity requires turning down the advances of past and future.
Hold your breath.
Go under water. Open your eyes. Look around. Enjoy that watered down view. Wait. Relish waiting. Be patient. Trust that everything that is meant to happen will happen. You will breathe again - as soon as you decide it’s time. Surfacing is easy enough.
And remember:
- The Past can dishearten you. It can fill you with pessimism and overt caution.
- The Future can make you giddy and hyper – it can make you want to jump ahead of yourself.
(They both have it in them to flatten you.)
- And the Present… well, the present is your gravity.
12 November 2007
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Published on November 12th, 2007 @ 10:51:35 am, using 1160 words, 191 views
Adrienne Shelly was a Hal Hartley fixture to me for a long time. She spoke his language - that ineffable arrangement of intoned sounds and pauses so recognizably his. The way Woody Allen and David Mamet fixtures speak theirs. She was his in a way. The way - after watching House of Games - Lindsay Crouse became Mamet’s in my mind. Now merely on loan to anything else she happens to be in.
And then one day, probably half a decade later, as I’m flipping channels, I chance upon a movie called I’ll take you there.
It takes chance to make you stop the mindless flipping without an obvious reason, especially for an unhyped movie that’s already a third of the way through. It’s a curious thing what makes you stop, what hooks you in an instant. Chance, I’m guessing. Nothing bigger. And a particularly pleasant instance of chance as it turns out to be a movie written and directed by none other than Adrienne Shelly herself. Hal Hartley’s Adrienne Shelly, taking a stab at creating a language of her own.
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