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Friday, July 31, 2009
Wednesday, July 29, 2009
Tuesday, July 28, 2009
Monday, July 27, 2009
Poshlost
This article shed the light for me re:
understanding of the artistic influance on the formation of nation mentality within collective unconscious.
The edge of the importance of artistic censorship and vitality of freedom of expression.
Honest responisbility.
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Poshlust, Nabokov explained, "is not only the obviously trashy but mainly the falsely important, the falsely beautiful, the falsely clever, the falsely attractive"
understanding of the artistic influance on the formation of nation mentality within collective unconscious.
The edge of the importance of artistic censorship and vitality of freedom of expression.
Honest responisbility.
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Poshlust, Nabokov explained, "is not only the obviously trashy but mainly the falsely important, the falsely beautiful, the falsely clever, the falsely attractive"
Sunday, July 26, 2009
Saturday, July 25, 2009
Creating the world for the open-minded
"My instinct got in my way. It's true what they say!
This world is your chance to create."
That's when I see your face in strangers.
That's when I can't help, but to hurt you.
That's when the music sounds cliche.
And the movies become a language.
When I recognize happiness as misery and possibilities as a falure.
No man, no person, no desire - nothing blocks you from me. including your women.
When you are crashed to see me strong. But, still, remain.
Because I'd rather make you feel something then sleep.
hence,
I LOVE, THEREFORE I AM.
Binded. Vital. Helpless. Happy... Tru - ALIVE.
This world is your chance to create."
That's when I see your face in strangers.
That's when I can't help, but to hurt you.
That's when the music sounds cliche.
And the movies become a language.
When I recognize happiness as misery and possibilities as a falure.
No man, no person, no desire - nothing blocks you from me. including your women.
When you are crashed to see me strong. But, still, remain.
Because I'd rather make you feel something then sleep.
hence,
I LOVE, THEREFORE I AM.
Binded. Vital. Helpless. Happy... Tru - ALIVE.
Wednesday, July 22, 2009
WEEKEND WARS
Evil S I yes to find a shore,
A beach that doesn't quiver anymore,
Where we can crush some plants to paint my walls,
And I won't try to fight in the weekend wars
Was I? I was to lazy to bathe
Or paint or write or try to make a change.
Now I can shoot a gun to kill my lunch
And I don't have to love or think too much
Instant battle plans written on the sidewalk
Mental mystics in a twisted metal car
Tried to amplify the sound of light and love
Christ is cursed of faders and maders
Might even take a knife to split a hair
Or even scare the children off my lawn
Giving us time to make the makeshift bombs
Every mess invested was a score
We couldn't use computers anymore
It's difficult to win unless you're bored,
And you might have to plan for the weekend wars
Try to break my heart I'll drive to Arizona.
It might take 100 years to grow an arm
I'll sit and listen to the sound of sand and cold
Twisted diamond heart, I'm the weekend warrior
My predictions are the only things I have
I can amplify the sound and light and love
I'm a curse and i'm a sound,
When I open up my mouth,
There's a reason I don't win,
I don't know how to begin
Monday, July 20, 2009
Saturday, July 18, 2009
Muss es sein?
"He did not realize at the time that metaphors are dangerous. Metaphors are not to be trifled with. A single metaphor can give birth to love."
"...Love begins with a metaphor. Which is to say, love begins at the point when a woman enters her first word into our poetic memory."
He suddenly recalled the famous myth from Plato's Symposium: People were hermaphrodites until God split them in two, and now all the halves wander the world over seeking one another.
Love is the longing for the half of ourselves we have lost.
His other part is the young woman he dreamed about.
The trouble is, man does not meet the other part of himself. Instead he is sent a woman from the bulrush basket. But what happens if he nevertheless later meets the one who was meant for him, the other part of himself? Whom is he to prefer? The woman from the bulrush basket or the woman from Plato's myth?
"And at some point, he realized to his great surprise that he was not particularly unhappy. Her physical presence was much less important than he had suspected. What was important was the golden footprint, the magic footprint she had left on his life and no one could ever remove."
"And at some point, he realized to his great surprise that he was not particularly unhappy. Her physical presence was much less important than he had suspected. What was important was the golden footprint, the magic footprint she had left on his life and no one could ever remove."
"In other words, she was pounding on the gate of his poetic memory. But the gate was shut. There was no room for her in his poetic memory. There was room for her only on the rug."
"We can never know what to want, because, living only one life, we can neither compare it with our previous lives nor perfect it in our lives to come."
Thursday, July 16, 2009
Evil Dead II
It's a HORROR COMEDY.
And, yes... I found it scary. mortifying.
See... I just can't handle these bloody scenes with cutting off your own hands...
PS:
And, yes... I found it scary. mortifying.
See... I just can't handle these bloody scenes with cutting off your own hands...
stealing somebody's souls...
breaking your own hearts...
PS:
Oh and on the different note.. I am sure many found the cellar scenes quite amusing.
Monday, July 13, 2009
Friday, July 10, 2009
Thursday, July 9, 2009
High Traffic Warning
"You don't need much to feel happy... A couple of coffees, smokes, and a good conversation -- YOU and ME and five bucks."
...and by the way.. how much is your internet bill?
