@2 months ago

"A man has to construct, invent his freedom. Immigration helps"

Bernard Malamud, the prominent American Jewish novelist of the 20th century. 
@3 months ago
#Malamud #Immigration #Freedom 

Both Sides Now

Bows and flows of angel hair
And ice cream castles in the air
And feather canyons everywhere
I’ve looked at clouds that way

But now they only block the sun
They rain and snow on everyone
So many things I would have done
But clouds got in my way

I’ve looked at clouds from both sides now
From up and down, and still somehow
It’s cloud illusions I recall
I really don’t know clouds at all

Moons and Junes and Ferris wheels
The dizzy dancing way you feel
As every fairy tale comes real
I’ve looked at love that way

But now it’s just another show
You leave ‘em laughing when you go
And if you care, don’t let them know
Don’t give yourself away

I’ve looked at love from both sides now
From give and take, and still somehow
It’s love’s illusions I recall
I really don’t know love at all

Tears and fears and feeling proud
To say “I love you” right out loud
Dreams and schemes and circus crowds
I’ve looked at life that way

Oh but now old friends are acting strange
They shake their heads, they say I’ve changed
Well something’s lost but something’s gained
In living every day

I’ve looked at life from both sides now
From WIN and LOSE and still somehow
It’s life’s illusions I recall
I really don’t know life at all

I’ve looked at life from both sides now
From up and down and still somehow
It’s life’s illusions I recall
I really don’t know life at all

        Joni Mitchell

@9 months ago with 6 notes
#joni mitchell #both sides now 

"He had a smile that made you realize that some skulls contained an entire power plant set up in miniature inside, and the heat and the electricity spilled their voltage through the teeth and the eyes."

Lorrie Morre, from her novel; “A gate at the stairs”
@9 months ago

If [Before] Sunrise was about the euphoria of instant attraction, and [Before] Sunset was about the bittersweet allure of reigniting the flame, [Before] Midnight is about the tough, exasperating business of keeping a relationship alive. Interrogating the romantic notions of its predecessors, the film dares to ask what happens when the thrill of finding a soul mate wears off, and what’s left are the complications—of work, of middle age, of parenthood. In other words, those expecting another enchanted evening should brace for the epic showdown in Midnight’s thorny second half.”

-A.A. Dowd’s review in the A.V. Club of the third installment of Linklater’s fascinating relationship study;  ”Before Midnight”

@9 months ago with 2 notes
#Before Midnight #Ethan hawke #julie delpy #Richard Linklater 

You’ve seen it all and all you have seen

You can always review on your own little screen

The light and the dark, the big and the small

Just keep in mind - you need no more at all

You’ve seen what you were and know what you’ll be

You’ve seen it all - there is no more to see!

Disillusionment never sounded this crushingly beautiful before. The incomparable Bjork and Thom Yorke from Lars von Trier’s masterpiece: “Dancer in The Dark”

@3 months ago with 5 notes
#dancer in the dark #bjork #thom yorke #Lars von Trier 
RIP Dorothy Parker.

RIP Dorothy Parker.

@3 months ago with 2 notes
#Dorothy parker #beauty #shallowness 

THE AFTERLIFE - Billy Collins

While you are preparing for sleep, brushing your teeth,

or riffling through a magazine in bed,

the dead of the day are setting out on their journey.

They’re moving off in all imaginable directions,

each according to his own private belief,

and this is the secret that silent Lazarus would not reveal:

that everyone is right, as it turns out.

you go to the place you always thought you would go,

The place you kept lit in an alcove in your head.

Some are being shot into a funnel of flashing colors

into a zone of light, white as a January sun.

Others are standing naked before a forbidding judge who sits

with a golden ladder on one side, a coal chute on the other.

Some have already joined the celestial choir

and are singing as if they have been doing this forever,

while the less inventive find themselves stuck

in a big air conditioned room full of food and chorus girls.

Some are approaching the apartment of the female God,

a woman in her forties with short wiry hair

and glasses hanging from her neck by a string.

With one eye she regards the dead through a hole in her door.

There are those who are squeezing into the bodies

of animals—eagles and leopards—and one trying on

the skin of a monkey like a tight suit,

ready to begin another life in a more simple key,

while others float off into some benign vagueness,

little units of energy heading for the ultimate elsewhere.

There are even a few classicists being led to an underworld

by a mythological creature with a beard and hooves.

He will bring them to the mouth of the furious cave

guarded over by Edith Hamilton and her three-headed dog.

The rest just lie on their backs in their coffins

wishing they could return so they could learn Italian

or see the pyramids, or play some golf in a light rain.

They wish they could wake in the morning like you

and stand at a window examining the winter trees,

every branch traced with the ghost writing of snow.

@9 months ago

Excerpt from David Rakoff’s only novel; “Love, Dishonor, Marry, Die, Cherish, Perish”


It was sadness that gripped him, far more than the fear

That, if facing the truth, he had maybe a year.

When poetic phrases like “eyes, look your last”

Become true, all you want is to stay, to hold fast.

A new, fierce attachment to all of this world

Now pierced him, it stabbed like a deity-hurled

Lightning bolt lancing him, sent from above.

Left him giddy and tearful. It felt like young love.

He’d thought of himself as uniquely proficient

At seeing, but now that sense felt insufficient.

He wanted to grab, to possess, to devour

To eat with his eyes, how he needed that power.

Just like a child whose big gun is a stick,

Cliff was now harmless. He’s gotten too sick

To take any action beyond rudimentary 

Routines as a trunk to the most elementary

Which pill to take now? And where is your sweater?

Did the Imodium make you feel better?

Study your shit to make sure you’d not bled.

Make sure the Kleenex is next to the bed.

Make sure, be prepared, plan out every endeavor,

Like a scout on the stupidest camping trip ever.

The facts were now harder, reality colder,

His parasol no match for this falling boulder

And so the concern with trivial issues,

Slippers nearby, and approximate tissues.

He thought of those two things in life that don’t vary,

Well, though only glancingly, more was too scary.

Inevitable, why even bother to test it?

He’d paid all his taxes, so that left

 You guessed it.

@9 months ago
#Rakoff #Love Dishonor Marry Die Cherish Perish: A Novel #Rhyming Couplets 

An interesting webseries “High Maintenance" that follows a pot delivery man in New York City as he zigzags through the humming city and the lives of its weary inhabitants. Ben Sinclair, co-creator and executive producer, is amazing as the hard-to-read, nameless delivery man. 

@9 months ago
#High Maintenance #Ben Sinclair