Sunday, November 25, 2007

Charles Bukowski - moving toward the dark

living to long
takes more than
time

The Baron in the Trees - Italo Calvino

There is the moment when the silence of the countryside gathers in the ear and breaks into a myriad of sounds:a croaking and squeaking, a swift rustle in the grass, a plop in the water, a pattering on earth and pebbles, and high above all, the call of the cicada, The sounds follow one another, and the ear eventually discerns more and more of them--just as fingers unwinding a ball of wool feel each fiber interwoven with progressively thinner and less palpable threads, The frogs continue croaking in the background without changing the flow of sounds, just as light does not vary from the continues winking of stars, But at every rise or fall of the wind every sound changes and is renewed. All that remains in the inner recess of the ear is a vague murmur: the sea.
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It is something that has never left me since that night, the realization of my good fortune in having a bed, clean sheets, a soft mattress! And as that went through my mind, which had been fixed for so many hours and so completely on the person we all had on our minds, I dozed off and so fell asleep.

Sunday, November 18, 2007

The Electric Kool-Aid Acid Test - Tom Wolfe

Even devoted surfing cliques like the Pump House Gang--the mysterioso sea and all that!--are easing into The Life, and some move up the beach from the Pump House, away from everlasting sets of goodsurfing waves they used to wait for like Phrygian sacristans, up from the Pump House to the Parking Lot, where they sit in cars with special amethyst-tinted windows and grok in fullness the Pacific sun as it comes through the weird glass and the cops wonder what in hell they're doing in cars all day instead of being on the beach, and they roust them and search the cars and find nothing, but warn--We know you kids are drinking beer out here... Beer!

It Must Be True Love - Toots & the Maytals

I know that the first time I met you
I feel like kissing with you

Saturday, November 17, 2007

Almost Cut My Hair - Crosby, Stills & Nash

Almost cut my hair
It happened just the other day
It's gettin kinda long
I coulda said it wasn't in my way
But I didn't and I wonder why
I feel like letting my freak flag fly
Cause I feel like I owe it to someone

Friday, November 16, 2007

Freaks (1932)

Phroso: "So you finally got wise to yourself, did you? The funny thing about you women is most of you don't get wise soon enough. You wait until your so old nobody wants you."
Venus: "Nobody does, most of the time."
Phroso: "You ought to be tickled to death; you're washed up with him. You're not so hard to look at... Give yourself a tumble, you'll make the grade!"

Thursday, November 15, 2007

Jay Duplass, Director


"If your first movie is great, you probably lucked out and you're gonna get knocked on your ass. Everyone I know who is having success in film right now is there because of persistence. Not persistence in terms of fighting for your vision -- we're flexible with our vision. However, what we're not flexible about is not making movies. That's what you need to be pursuing."

Monday, November 5, 2007

Gattaca (1997)


"But we do have one thing in common; only I don't have 20 or 30 years left in mine. Mine is already 10,000 beats overdue."

Napoleon Dynamite (2004)


"I wish you'd get out of my life and shut up.

The Man Who Planted Trees, Jean Giono


"When I reminded myself that all this was the work of the hand and soul of one man, with no mechanical help, it seemed to me that men could be as effective as god in tasks other than destruction."

Sunday, November 4, 2007

Once Upon a Time in the West (1968)

"You know, Jill, you remind me of my mother... She was the biggest whore in Alameda, and the finest woman that ever lived. Whoever my father was, for an hour or for a month, he must've been a happy man."


"How can you trust a man that wears both a belt and suspenders... a man can't even trust his own pants?"