Art, Beauty, Life
Kairo (Pulse in North America)
The other night Gary, Brett and I watched a movie called Pulse in North America but its original title in Japanese is Kaïro. Written and directed by Kiyoshi Kurosawa, 2001, 119 min. starring Haruhiko Katô, Kumiko Aso, Koyuki, Kenji Mizuhashi, Kurume Arisaka, Masatoshi Matsuo, Show Aikawa, Jun Fubuki, Shinji Takeda and Yakusho Koji. I did not have high expectations when I started watching the film because I was convinced that it would have another dark haired creepy little girl in it like most...
Read MoreFor monster boy
Absolution “I would swim across oceans Just to talk with you I would climb a tall mountain Just to look at you I’d give my soul to the devil If you asked me to I would walk out of heaven Just to be with you This is absolute This is absolution I will be your disciple And I’ll worship you Burn the prophets of reason Light the sky for you Kill the children of Eden If you want me to Close the dead eyes of God If they offended you This is absolute This is...
Read MoreWorth it
Life and death, energy and peace. If I stop today it was still worth it. Even the terrible mistakes that I made and would have unmade if I could. The pains that have burned me and scarred my soul, it was worth it, for having been allowed to walk where I’ve walked, which was to hell on earth, heaven on earth, back again, into, under, far in between, through it, and above. -Gia Marie Carangi 1960-1986
Read MoreBusy busy busy
I guess maybe it’s a good thing that I haven’t updated much lately…it means I’ve been busy with work and life. This last week has been moving in a whirlwind. I went and saw Chakushin ari at the Bloor Cinema as Gary’s guest. Apparently Rue Morgue shows a horror movie every third Thursday of the month there. It was a lot of fun. Very much like The Ring but of course I’m a wimp and jumped at all the right parts. Yes a movie *is* less scary if you just peek...
Read MoreCrabby old woman
What do you see, nurses? What do you see? What are you thinking when you’re looking at me? A crabby old woman, not very wise, Uncertain of habit, with faraway eye. Who dribbles her food, and makes no reply, When you say in a loud voice, “I do wish you’d try!” Who seems not to notice the things that you do, And forever is losing a stocking or shoe? Who, resisting or not, lets you do as you will, With bathing and feeding, the long day to fill? Is that what you’re...
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