Just discovered Breece D’J Pancake. Now this was a writer.
More than your neighbours.
Unleash yourself upon the world and go places.
Giggle, no, laugh.
No…stay out past dark,
And bark at the moon like the wild dog that you are.
Understand that this is not a dress rehearsal.
This is it…your life.
Face your fears and live your dreams.
Take it in.
Yes, every chance you get…
And, by all means, whatever you do…
Get it on film.
"I had a dream, which was not all a dream.
The bright sun was extinguish’d, and the stars
Did wander darkling in the eternal space,
Rayless, and pathless, and the icy earth
Swung blind and blackening in the moonless air;"
— Darkness by Lord Byron
"Goodnight, sweet prince, and flights of angels sing thee to thy rest!-"
— Hamlet Act 5, Scene 2
Boy Meets Girl.
He lived. She lived. They met. They loved. He gave. She took. She gave. He took. He took. He took. She tired. She cried. She left. He laughed. He cried. She progressed. He broke. She forgave. He rose. He smiled. She smiled. They remembered. they lived. He died. She mourned. He haunted. She screamed. He grinned. She moved. He followed. He haunted. She prayed. He rested. She died. We forgot. Time passed.
By Douglas Walker
Thought I’d re blog this gem
Of the Apes just The Lion King?
Or are they both Hamlet?
Are there ever films which are about a daughter in a mother’s shadow?
I’ve never been in love
I don’t know what it is
I want them if they want me
I only know they want me"
— Jane Says by Janes Addiction
She had a body like an hourglass.
She had a mind like an hourglass.
And like the grains decanting within,
I know now that it ends once it begins,
And that nothing lasts.
"There we were, just enjoying a nice quiet Saturday night at the movies. A slow mover, Linklater’s “Boyhood.” Some popcorn. A few sodas. Nothing really happens in the film, we found. For about 90 minutes or so we stare listlessly at the screen. It’s a thinking man’s film, I say. Beautifully shot. It’s about life, and death and relationships and things of that nature. Just then, at a brief, carefully-timed cinematic pause in dialogue, an enormous fart from somewhere in the back pierces an otherwise silent movie theatre. It had the impact of a baseball bat hitting a leather couch, or George Foreman working the heavy bag. Whack. Loud, deep and masculine.The seat cushion heroically absorbed most of the blow, but not enough that each and every person in the movie theatre instantly burst into nervous laughter. The laughter continued for what felt like a good 5 minutes, until tears streamed down our faces. Even well after the blast, we quietly chuckled to ourselves with a ‘remember the time that guy farted in the movie theatre’ gleam in our eyes. And just like that, with a soft chuckle and a deep breath, we were back into the film. Things happened, people drove around Texas, relationships came and went, there was crying, there was hope. It was as if we had all forgotten about the fart that had brought us together that night. As the sun began to set on screen, the teenage boy, no longer a boy, transitions into an adult, before our very eyes, and looks, intently, lustfully into a young girls eyes, as if to lean in for a kiss, and braaaaaaap. Another fart from the back row, like two giant hands clapping together, and the screen goes dark, roll credits. We decided, after laughing our way out of the theatre, and all the way home, that this was the best movie that we had ever seen. I imagine the lone fartist sauntering off into the sunset. His work here done. If only I could say thank you, kind sir. You are truly a master of your craft."
— Review of Boyhood - from unknown blog