Nuovo Cinema Paradiso

SALVATORE
I saw your daughter. She's beautiful!
Who knows how many Salvatores
must be running after her...

ELENA
(Smiling)
One or two. Bur there're not all that
many Salvatores.
(SALVATORE also smiles,
but a puzzled smile as if
what she has said had
thrown him off-guard.)
I've got a son, too...he's older.
And you, do you have children?

SALVATORE
No. And I'm not married.
(ELENA sits there in
silence. ...

 
continue... 01 October 2010 // Movies
 

Are we not but Lambs of God?

There is no space wider than that of grief, there is no universe like that which bleeds.
 
continue... 01 October 2010 // Poetry
 

The Chalet Lines

He raped me in the chalet lines
The girl I shared with was away for the night
I couldn't get up for my shift today
I'll have to leave the camp now anyway
I'll go to London, there's a mate of mine I know
She'll give me a place
Full of woe and further to go

He raped me in the chalet lines
I had just said no for the ...

 
continue... 27 September 2010 // Music
 

 
continue... 27 September 2010 // Photography
 

Burn, burn, burn

The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn, like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop and everybody goes “Awww!” Jack Kerouak
 
continue... 16 September 2010 // Literature
 
Jenny Saville, Separates
 
continue... 16 September 2010 // Art
 

The word in blood, the word grew in the dark body…

It was born
in blood, the word
grew in the dark body, beating
and flew through the lips and the mouth.
Further, and nearer
still, still it came
from dead fathers, nomadic races,
from lands made of stone,
that were tired of their wretched tribes,
because when pain set out on the way
the villages walked and arrived
and new earth and water joined again
to sow their words anew.
...

 
continue... 13 September 2010 // Poetry
 

I realized that I had died and been reborn numberless times…

...continued

It made me think of the Big Pop vision in Graetna with Old Bull. And for just a moment I had reached the point of ecstasy that I always wanted to reach, which was the complete step across chronological time into timeless shadows, and wonderment in the bleakness of the mortal realm, and the sensation of death kicking at my heels, and myself hurrying to a plank where all ...

 
continue... 12 September 2010 // Literature