TITANE
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Julia Ducournau
France, 2021
Monday, February 28, 2022
"Apparition"
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The moon grew sad, and weeping seraphim,
Musing among the vaporous flowers aswim,
With slow bows from the sobbing viols drew
White tears that sank in their corónals blue.
It was the blesséd day of your first kiss.
My reverie, eager with new miseries,
Was all a-swoon with perfume of shy grief
That leaves the heart to gather its own sheaf,
And frets not, nor yet sickens of its prize.
I wandered, and the worn way held my eyes
When in the street I saw your sun-girt hair
And you all smiling in the twilit air.
I took you for that elf who, crowned with beams,
Once passed before me in my childish dreams,
And shed white posies of sweet-smelling flow’rs
Star-like for tiny hands in snowy show’rs.
Translated by Wilfred Thorley
Sunday, February 27, 2022
EHSAN SEHGAL
"Is the Good Defeated?"
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A place of worship
There, where
People worshiped stone
I wish,
If I was also a stone
Maybe
People would also worship me,
But I am human
I enjoy looking towards
Beautiful things, people
I think only about myself
I pray for myself
I don't feel pain
For others
I live in my selfishness
I don't care anyone else
I do all things
Only for my purpose
I am not the one
Everyone is supreme here
The evil doesn't exist anymore
We become the evil
The visible evil
Is the good defeated?
I think and think
Who will tell us now
The world becomes normal
When and how?
Saturday, February 26, 2022
Friday, February 25, 2022
Thursday, February 24, 2022
Does our thinking affect what goes on outside us, and what goes on inside us? I think it does.
Where does creamed corn figure into the workings of the universe? What really is creamed corn? Is it a symbol for something else?
Wednesday, February 23, 2022
Tuesday, February 22, 2022
"As I Grew Older"
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It was a long time ago.
I have almost forgotten my dream.
But it was there then,
In front of me,
Bright like a sun,—
My dream.
And then the wall rose,
Rose slowly,
Slowly,
Between me and my dream.
Rose slowly, slowly,
Dimming,
Hiding,
The light of my dream.
Rose until it touched the sky,—
The wall.
Shadow.
I am black.
I lie down in the shadow.
No longer the light of my dream before me,
Above me.
Only the thick wall.
Only the shadow.
My hands!
My dark hands!
Break through the wall!
Find my dream!
Help me to shatter this darkness,
To smash this night,
To break this shadow
Into a thousand lights of sun,
Into a thousand whirling dreams
Of sun!
Monday, February 21, 2022
"Brutality"
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I am shocked; I am sad
At the animals
On aggression and brutality
Humanity is crying
At the abnormality and animality
Hands behind the Killings
By the blood of innocent children
Are coloured
And the heart of the enemies
Is satisfied
But our morale
Is the death of the enemy
Is the death of the enemy
Sunday, February 20, 2022
ELIAS CANETTI
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That the letters of the alphabet still mean something, that they still have their form and weight and the power to manifest something in this destroyed landscape of belief rife with bodies; that they still remain signs rather than having disintegrated like life itself; that they have not grown invisible out of shame, and that every good sentence they are forced to compose still holds potential; that an innocent man does not hang the moment any are crossed out on this page—or could it be that they are even more damned than we are and haven’t a clue?
Saturday, February 19, 2022
BEGOTTEN
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E. Elias Merhige
USA, 1989
USA, 1989
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From IMDb:
God disembowels himself. Mother Earth emerges, venturing into a bleak, barren landscape. The Son Of Earth, twitching and cowering, is set upon by faceless cannibals. Presented in a surreal, gory, and entirely visual manner, BEGOTTEN tells of the death of religion, the abuse of nature by Man, and a nihilistic outlook on what life ultimately is.
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