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| The Blues Brothers (1980) |
Friday, April 1, 2016
ancestral pant-shitters (the brothers Blues)
"The paradoxical result of all these separate but convergent[page break]
resolutions was that at dinner in the evening the pair most in love were the calmest, reposing on their illusory good intentions for next day..."
The Leopard, Giuseppe di Lampedusa
Sunday, March 27, 2016
"Where is your mountain?"
never shoot a homeboy
"Then in order to become more human, I have to learn the expressions that don't exactly mean what they say... otherwise, I might spill the barf burgers."
Chip Carson, Not Quite Human (1987)
Friday, March 25, 2016
Tuesday, March 22, 2016
Monday, March 21, 2016
Sunday, March 20, 2016
Saturday, March 19, 2016
Friday, March 18, 2016
"the sacrament of penance had accustomed him to naked souls, but he wasfar less used to naked bodies"
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| Rain Man (1988) |
"...'Is Your Excellency coming to confession?' The Prince, whose sleep that night and conversations that morning had driven the episode of the previous night from his mind, looked amazed. 'Confession? It's not Saturday.'
Then he remembered and smiled. 'Really, Father, there wouldn't even be need, would there? You know it already.'
This insistence on his enforced complicity irritated the Jesuit. 'Excellency, the efficacy of confession consists not only in telling our sins but in being sorry for them. And until you do so and show me you do so, you will remain in mortal sin, whether I know what your sins are or not.' He blew a meticulous puff at a bit of fluff on his sleeve and plunged back into abstractions."
The Leopard, Giuseppe di Lampedusa
Saturday, March 12, 2016
"And when she woke up? When she woke up she no longer knew who she was. Only later did she think with satisfaction: I am a typist and a virgin and I like coca-cola. Only then did she dress herself in herself, she spent the rest of her day obediently playing the role of being."The Hour of the Star, Clarice Lispector
Friday, March 11, 2016
Thursday, March 10, 2016
"'I'm good at nothing but listening and waiting,...'"
Tuesday, March 8, 2016
I'am hymn!
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| Maniac Cop (1988) |
"Still lying there in bed, he resolved to be more industrious from now on, to study something, a language for example, and in general to start living more regulated existence. He'd let so much slip though his fingers! Learning surely brought a person great pleasure. It was so lovely to engage in these heartfelt, vivid imaginings of how it would be to keep studying and studying assiduously, never once emerging from one's studies. He sensed a certain human maturity within him: And how much lovelier all this studying would be if approached with the sum of this already attained maturity. Yes, that's what he should do now: study, set himself tasks, and take pleasure in uniting both teacher and pupil within his own person."
The Tanners, Robert Walser
hardwood floors
"'Perhaps I'm expressing myself in an exaggerated way, and I'm also quite aware that all or most people to whom I might say these things would find them exaggerated. But my way of speaking accords with my view of life; surely it's out of the question I might speak some other way. I haven't yet learned to feign contentment, satisfaction or a sense of well-being I don't feel, and anyone who thinks I might learn is mistaken. I'm too weak to pretend and deceive... It's such a relief to be permitted to confess one's weakness after months of nerve-racking restraint, which have demanded more strength than I possess. Since I cannot possibly go on indefinitely performing duties that bring out the worst in me, I'm now looking for work that will appeal both to my pride and to my weakness. Shall I succeed in finding it? I truly cannot say, but one thing I do know for certain is that I must search until I've succeeded in convincing myself that happiness and duty can coincide. ...
... I cannot live and at the same time despise my life. I must find myself a life, and a new life, even if all of life consists only of an endless search for life.'"
The Tanners, Robert Walser
Friday, March 4, 2016
tobacco tongue bath
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| Assassination (1987) |
"'...but what's the point of pondering this further? I have other things to think about. For example, I feel happy this morning--my limbs feel like fine flexible wires. When I feel my limbs, I am happy, and then I'm not thinking of any other person on earth, not a woman, not a man, I'm quite simply thinking nothing at all.'"
The Tanners, Robert Walser
Thursday, February 25, 2016
Wednesday, February 24, 2016
Sunday, February 21, 2016
venus square uranus
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| Belly of an Architect (1987) |
"but once again I imposed the false order that hides chaos, pretending that I was dedicated to a profound existence while all the time it was one that barely dipped its toe into the terrible waters. ...I describe and define and desire those rivers, but she swims in them. I look for them, find them, observe them from the bridge, but she swims in them. ...
... let the execution be quick, quickly back to the false order of being alone and recovering one's self-sufficiency, self-knowledge, self-awareness."
Hopscotch, Julio Cortázar
Friday, February 19, 2016
Tuesday, February 16, 2016
"guided by the nighttime signs, following routes ...of an attic lit up in the darkness of a street's end"
"Seated in a café they carefully reconstructed their routes, the quick changes, trying to find some telepathic explanation and always failing, and yet they had met in that labyrinth of streets, they almost always met and they laughed wildly, certain of some enriching power. Oliveira was fascinated by La Maga's store of nonsense, her calm disdain for the simplest calculation. What for him had been analysis of probabilities, choice, or simply faith in himself as a dowser, for her was simple chance. ...Thus they went along, Punch and Judy, attracting each other and repelling, as love must do if it is not to end up as calendar art or a pop tune. But love, that word..."
Hopscotch, Julio Cortázar
Sunday, February 7, 2016
"and always an alarm clock or jigsaw puzzle hidden in the wrong place"
"She stands in the middle of the desert like a rock made of camphor... Everything is out of proportion--hands, feet, thighs, ankles. She's an equestrian statue without the horse, a fountain of flesh worn away to a mammoth egg. Out of the ballroom of flesh her body sings like iron. Girl of my dreams, what a splendid cage you make!"
"Into the Night Life..." Black Spring, Henry Miller
Monday, January 25, 2016
"What a country!"
Friday, January 15, 2016
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| Rain Man (1988) |
"What impressed me, in the urinal by the Luxembourg, was how little it mattered what the book contained; it was the moment of reading it that counted, the moment that contained the book, the moment that definitely and for all time placed the book in the living ambiance of a room with its sunbeams, its atmosphere of convalescence, its homely chairs, its rag carpet, its odors of cooking and washing, its mother image bulking large and totem like, its windows giving out on the street and thrown into the retina the jumbled issues of the idle sprawling figures, of gnarled trees, trolley wires, cats on the roof, tattered nightmares dancing from clotheslines, saloon doors swinging, parasols unfurled, snow clotting, horses slipping, engines racing, the panes frosted, the trees sprouting. The Story of Robinson Crusoe owes its appeal--for me, at least--to the moment in which I discovered it. It lives on in an ever-increasing phantasmagoria, a living part of a life filled with phantasmagoria."
"A Saturday Afternoon," Black Spring, Henry Miller
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