Wednesday, January 13, 2010

"So would you believe me anyway?"



Sometimes writing something concise like 6 words short is infinitely harder to do than to write something 600 words long. This is why in high school people kept banging on about 'Jesus wept.' being the best and most beautiful sentence ever written. This is why in Whit Stillman's 'Last Days of Disco' Chloe Sevigny's character Alice thinks that writing a really great quote is better than writing a great novel. Hemingway once said that his best work was the following:'For sale: baby shoes, never worn.'

Six words, untold possibilities. Theres something about the compact and the concise that resonates with us instantly. Perhaps this is why twitter is so popular?

Anyway I'm going to try and write my 6 word memoir before I die - but before you have the pleasure enjoy some greater writers attempts. They're pretty funny - especially James Frey who is now, I believe, one of the most underrated writers of our generation - thanks Oprah!

(via LA TIMES)

Monday, January 11, 2010

While you're getting your cry on, I'm getting my fly on



R-ri wants to be the new Tank Girl? Either way she kickin dem 'baby rusk' boys to the curb!

COULDN'T RESIST - UPDATE NOV 2010 - I was right!

Friday, January 8, 2010

All I Can Be Is Buddy Bradley



I love this video - absolute genius simplicity meets great songwriting x simple dance moves. Well done Dima Dubson and Adam Green!

Thursday, January 7, 2010

Best Movies You've Never Seen #1



Ginger Snaps (2000) - dir. John Fawcett

teen werewolves and the best young goth since beetlejuice. after premiering at toronto film fest this film seemed to go nowhere - though they made 2 sequels which i can't vouch for - but the original reminded me of well, teen wolf meets heathers? To quote - "I get this ache... And I, I thought it was for sex, but it's to tear everything to fucking pieces."the final scene is actually incredibly beautiful and touching as well.

Wednesday, December 30, 2009

You Are Tired (I Think)


You are tired,
(I think)
Of the always puzzle of living and doing;
And so am I.

Come with me, then,
And we’ll leave it far and far away—
(Only you and I, understand!)

You have played,
(I think)
And broke the toys you were fondest of,
And are a little tired now;
Tired of things that break, and—
Just tired.
So am I.

But I come with a dream in my eyes tonight,
And knock with a rose at the hopeless gate of your heart—
Open to me!
For I will show you the places Nobody knows,
And, if you like,
The perfect places of Sleep.

Ah, come with me!
I’ll blow you that wonderful bubble, the moon,
That floats forever and a day;
I’ll sing you the jacinth song
Of the probable stars;
I will attempt the unstartled steppes of dream,
Until I find the Only Flower,
Which shall keep (I think) your little heart
While the moon comes out of the sea.

e.e. cummings


ps i can't sleep - can you tell?

Oh Yes


there are worse things than
being alone
but it often takes decades
to realize this
and most often
when you do
it's too late
and there's nothing worse
than
too late.
- Charles Bukowski