What’s most important in Nostalghia is my art and my feelings, and we’ll have to shoot in one take a scene where you carry a candle which is a metaphor for what I’m trying to do in my cinema and maybe in my life too.
Andrei Tarkovsky
This scene is pure cinematic poetry.
“One irony of being a writer is that we work alone, but the purpose of our medium—language itself—is communication….Some etymologists fancy a relationship between solitary and the English soul. And yes, to access that deep place within where real truth lives, I write alone. But to keep me honest, humble, and clearheaded enough to tell a story that begins there, I require friends. By mail or phone or face-to-face we tell each other stories, and our (funny, sad, sacred) exchanges remind me of the point of all this fumbling with language: to commune.”
— Rachel Lyon, in this week’s Writers Recommend; read the rest at pw.org!
“It is a beautiful and wondrous sight to behold the body of the Moon.” - Galileo Galilee
adult’s movies: sex, explosions, yelling, cheap love story
kid’s movies: deep heart-wrenching death, moments where you question your own values, humor, adult jokes splashed in, the secret to the entire universe, sometimes explosions too
“I dunno man, kid’s movies are just kinda dumb”
i just found out merriam webster has a time traveler feature that tells you some of the words that were “born” the same year as you. it’s pretty neat yall should do this
i’m the same age as twerking and bromance guys
‘Internet service provider’….how fucking old am I???!!
….. ‘channel surfing’ really?
Apparently 90% of awful medical conditions began the year I was born.
Proud to see “sriracha” was added the year I was born.
“Be kind to yourself and to other poets. There are so many people in the world who would conspire against our joy, who would mistake our reverent wonder for idleness. Against everything, we have to protect our permeability to wonder. That’s the nucleus around which all interesting art orbits.”
—Kaveh Akbar, in “The Whole Self: Our Thirteenth Annual Look at Debut Poets” in the Jan/Feb issue of Poets & Writers Magazine (2018)
Sailor to Siren - the first song of the three in this wonderful duet.
This tenderness comes as a surprise
Drinking where the riverbed was dry
Trees in the wind trembling with love
Mad morning light drew you out the door
Mama didn’t need you anymore
She pointed at night but you saw the stars
Brace yourself and nestle into me
Bear it all like fallen autumn leaves
You don’t even know me that well
Now every blossom’s ready to explode
Rooted in the cracks along the road
The world is a dream that wiggled free
Wild distant water showed me where to run
Papa let me know I’m not enough
He took out the life and left me the hole
Are you the sailor or the siren in the tide
Trusts a tiny ocean and besides
You don’t even know me that well
Your song is warm and coming through the wall
Hearts are thrown to strangers after all
You don’t even know me that well
I have a childlike conviction that the sufferings will be healed and smoothed over, that the whole offensive comedy of human contradiction will disappear like a pitiful mirage, a vile concoction of man’s Euclidean mind, feeble and puny as an atom, and that ultimately, at the world’s finale, in the moment of eternal harmony, there will occur and be revealed something so precious that it will suffice for all hearts, to allay all indignation, to redeem all human villainy, all bloodshed; it will suffice not only to make forgiveness possible, but also to justify everything that has happened with men.
Fyodor Dostoyevsky, The Brothers Karamazov
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