today i'm listening to: air - playground love
from the virgin suicides.
a fabulous sofia coppola flick.
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| sofia coppola. because she's nine kinds of awesome. |
speaking of movies...
the other night i took myself out to see Limitless.
i'll mention i hadn't seen its preview,
but papers told me
there are three-ish movies out where
hunky guys get lost and confused in
alternate, semi-inception-like worlds.
... yes, that's what the papers say.
as Limitless was rated the best out of the 3,
i read its separate review:
"do you like to leave the cinema
feeling like someone's been slagging you off from the back row?
then Limitless could be for you."
AHAHA
you had me at "slagged off"
--i stopped reading and went out to see it--
funnier than this movie/review
(and the fact that i was mostly oblivious
to anything it was about)
is its advertising...
i'd seen this on the jubilee line:
and laughed at it, wondering (what great hair) and what the heck creepy pills bradley cooper was endorsing from overseas. ahahaha right?!
effective? or....???
"i, not events, have the power
to make me happy or unhappy today.
i can choose which it shall be.
yesterday is dead,
tomorrow hasn't arrived yet.
i have just one day, today,
and i'm going to be happy in it."
groucho marx
anyway, it was an entertaining movie. and a pretty one. alternate/robotic/drugged/dream-world movies bridging a gap between hollywood effects and art? beautiful. i'll take em!
much like i'm loving holten rower's pour series:
"spring-time in florida is not a matter of peeping violets or bursting buds merely. it is a riot of color in nature—glistening green leaves, pink, blue, purple, yellow blossoms that fairly stagger the visitor from the north. the miles of hyacinths lie like an undulating carpet on the surface of the river and divide reluctantly when the slow-moving alligators push their way log-like across. the nights are white nights for the moon shines with dazzling splendor, or in the absence of that goddess, the soft darkness creeps down laden with innumerable scents. the heavy fragrance of magnolias mingled with the delicate sweetness of jasmine and wild roses..."
-zora neale hurston
-zora neale hurston
"be obscure clearly" - e.b. white
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| no, but seriously. |
"we danced too wild, and we sang too long,
and we hugged too hard, and we kissed too sweet,
and howled just as loud as we wanted to howl,
because by now we were all old enough to know
that what looks like crazy on an ordinary day looks
a lot like love if you catch in the moonlight."
-pearl cleage
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