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Jessica Hausner
UK, 2019
Tuesday, February 28, 2023
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Monday, February 27, 2023
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Sunday, February 26, 2023
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At least there weren't rats in the kitchen.
They hid behind admittedly impressive animated views of Paris and an appeal to snobbery.
Disney cannot market anything for this movie ... No toys, no clothes, no characters at Disney, no future rides.
I wanted them all to get snapped in Rat Traps.
I quite literally had nightmares for several nights after seeing this film.
Oh, wait ....
Hundreds of millions of people have died because of rats.
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Saturday, February 25, 2023
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JONATHAN WILLIAMS
"The Wreck on the A-222 in Ravensbourne Valley"
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There are more things to love
than we would dare to hope for.
–Richard of St. Victor
where the car hit him, fireweed sprang with
blossoms of fennel
and umbels
of dill fell
through the spokes of a wheel
on Whistun holiday to the sun, Denton
Welch spun a web in his crushed cycle,
sat in the seat, spine curled up like a spider–
and spied: “saw
the very drops of sweat glittering frostily
between the shouder blades”
of a lad
…on and on he spied and bled from the blades of his cycle
small as a spider,
hiding in the fireweed, getting
wet from the skins of many human suns aground
at the Kentish river near
Tunbridge Wells,
where the dill
lulls,
and all boys
spoil…
Friday, February 24, 2023
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Why are some things kept from our vision? Is life a puzzle? I am filled with questions. Sometimes my questions are answered. In my heart, I can tell if the answer is correct. I am my own judge. In a dream, are all the characters really you? Different aspects of you? Do answers come in dreams?
One more thing: I grew up in the woods. I understand many things because of the woods. Trees standing together, growing alongside one another, providing so much.
I chew pitch gum. On the outside, let's say of the ponderosa pine, sometimes pitch oozes out. Runny pitch is no good to chew. Hard, brittle pitch is no good. But in between there exists a firm, slightly crusted pitch with such a flavor. This is the pitch I chew.
Since 1978's bathhouse celebration "YMCA" was such a hit with his MAGAt crowd, TFG has expanded his classic gay anthem playlist:
Frankie Goes to Hollywood - "Relax"
The Weather Girls - "It's Raining Men"
RuPaul - "Supermodel (You Better Work)"
Bronski Beat - "Why?"
Chaka Khan - "I'm Every Woman"
Madonna - "Vogue"
Diana Ross - "I'm Coming Out"
Lady GaGa - "Born This Way"
Sylvester - "You Make Me Feel Mighty Real"
The Village People/Pet Shop Boys - "Go West"
Beat boy, beat boy
Hit that perfect beat boy
Beat boy, beat boy
Beat-beat-beat-beat
Beat-beat-beat-beat
Beat boy, beat boy
Hit that perfect beat boy
Hit that perfect
Hit that perfect
Hit that perfect beat boy!
ANONYMOUS
"His Sixth Birhday"
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He has given up his cradle and his little worsted ball,
He has hidden all his dolls behind the door :
He must have a rocking-horse,
And a hardwood top of course,
For, he isn't mamma's baby any more.
He has cut off all his curls, they are only fit for girls.
And has left them on a heap upon the floor;
For he's six years old to-day,
And he's glad to hear them say
That he isn't mamma's baby any more.
He has pockets in his trousers, like his elder brother Jim;
Though he thinks he should have had them long before;
Has new shoes laced to the top,
'Tis a puzzle where they stop;
And he isn't mamma's baby any more.
He has heard his parents sigh, and has greatly wondered why
They are sorry, when he has such bliss in store;
For he's now their darling boy,
And will be their pride and joy,
Though he cannot be their baby any more.
Thursday, February 23, 2023
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"The Constant Lover"
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I hae a lass, I lo'e her dear,
She's worthy of my kindest love,
I hae but ane, I'll hae nae mair,
I'll ever constant to her prove.
She has my heart, and ever shall,
I'll loe her till the day I dee ;
And I hae hers, and that is all
A leman asks who loves like me.
When gloomy care and fell despair
Begin to rankle in my breast,
If thoughts of her find entrance there,
They win me to my wonted rest.
If fortune e'er, with smiling e'e,
Beam on my humble lot again,
My lovely lass shall happy be,
Or fortune's smiles are all in vain.
Dame Fortune needna smile on me
Unless it were to make her blest,
Without her, what can pleasure be ?
Nae worldly wealth could gie me rest.
The flowers may bloom, the sun may shine,
And friends may try my thoughts to cheer;
But nought can lift this heart of mine,
Till I am wi' my Jeanie dear.
Wednesday, February 22, 2023
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ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON
"The Land of Story Books"
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At evening, when the lamp is lit,
Around the fire my parents sit;
They sit at home and talk and sing.
And do not play at anything.
Now, with my little gun, I crawl
All in the dark along the wall,
And follow round the forest track
Away behind the sofa back.
There, in the night, where none can spy,
All in my hunter's camp I lie,
And play at books that I have read
Till it is time to go to bed.
There are the hills, these are the woods,
These are my starry solitudes;
And there the river by whose brink
The roaring lions come to drink.
I see the others far away
As if in firelit camp they lay,
And I, like an Indian scout,
Around their party prowled about.
So, when my nurse comes in for me,
Home I return across the sea,
And go to bed with backward looks
At my dear land of Story-books.
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