Luis Soares's Blog, page 662
January 15, 2013
January 14, 2013
Goldfrapp - Melancholy Sky
Late into the night
Comes a glow like ice
I don't recognize
There in black and white
All your twisted thoughts
Brutal starry eyes
Stuck inside your head
Fallen from the sky
Risen from the dead
Views from all the past
Taken to new heights
Melancholy sky
You made me blue
Still hanging on
There's nothing I can do
Not this time
There you are again
Calling from the hills
Haunted and the damned
From imagined worlds
It's too late my friend
I don't love you anymore
Melancholy sky
You made me blue
Still hanging on
There's not...
Ladies and Gentlemen... Jodie Foster.
Well, for all of you SNL fans, I'm 50! I'm 50! You know, I need to do that without this dress on, but you know, maybe later at Trader Vic's, boys and girls. What do you say? I'm 50! You know, I was going to bring my walker tonight but it just didn't go with the cleavage.
Robert [Downey Jr], I want to thank you for everything: for your bat-crazed, rapid-fire brain, the sweet intro. I love you and Susan and I am so grateful that you continually talk me off the ledge when I go on and foam at the...
January 12, 2013
January 11, 2013
Regarding The Hobbit.
Um dos melhores filmes de todos os tempos e também um dos meus favoritos é (entre muitas outras coisas) sobre um momento dos mais importantes de mudança tecnológica na história do cinema, o nascimento do sonoro. Falo evidentemente de Serenata à Chuva (Singing In The Rain). Sendo uma arte tecnológica, a história do cinema está cheia destes momentos.
Nunca fui um grande fã do 3D, que me pareceu desde logo uma resposta tecnológica e comercial para uma certa estagnação do grande cinema americano,...
Charles Simic - The Partial Explanation
Seems like a long time
Since the waiter took my order.
Grimy little luncheonette,
The snow falling outside.
Seems like it has grown darker
Since I last heard the kitchen door
Behind my back
Since I last noticed
Anyone pass on the street.
A glass of ice-water
Keeps me company
At this table I chose myself
Upon entering.
And a longing,
Incredible longing
To eavesdrop
On the conversation
Of cooks.
January 10, 2013
January 9, 2013
Quarter past four in the morning, 12th-xii-1931
Sixsmith,
Shot myself through the roof of my mouth at five A.M. this morning with VA.'s Luger. (...)
Knew I'd never see my twenty-fifth birthday. Am early for once. The lovelorn, the cry-for-helpers, all mawkish tragedians who give suicide a bad name are the idiots who rush it, like amateur conductors. A true suicide is a paced, disciplined certainty. People pontificate, "Suicide is selfishness." Career churchmen like Pater go a step further and call it a cowardly assault on the living. Oafs ar...
