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All of them Sunday-brunching, mother-fucking

All of them Sunday-brunching, mother-fucking
Good looking two-day-old hair gel,
Somehow holding,
Drawing attention from your stretched out clothes,
you got screwed up eyes,
sitting bleary in your face
I'm entitled to a little more.
I neeeed the coffee, Am I right, tell me about it.
Sheeeit.

North of the cemetery

Get them up

There are a number of films that I've read about that I've never been able to actually track down.  I know some of them are out there, but there is always some obstacle in the way or something else that I'm interested in seeing more.  Sometimes this process builds up films to such a degree that they can never possibly achieve the status that you have given them.  Luis Bunuel's The Exterminating Angel, was one of these experiences.  Though I enjoyed it, it did not lead me to the earth-shattering shift in world view that I hoped it would.  So in the spirit of raising expectations to unconquerable heights here are some films that I hope to one day see...

In the Year of the Pig - 1968

The only thing that makes me want to see this movie is a still shot (which I couldn't find online) of an infant smoking a cigarette.  I thought that it was a Filipino film, and I'd never seen anything from that part of the world, turns out it isn't Filipino.  This last revelation has somewhat lowered my expectations.

Marketa Lazarova - 1967

A good friend of mine threw this title at me a long time ago, and everything I read about it seems to reassure me that it will be amazing.  It looks like Andrei Rublev but with more dogs/wolves/whatever those animals are.  It seems like this movie might be the crown jewel of eastern-European cinema (along with The Red and The White).

Quince Tree of the Sun (aka Dream of Light) - 1992

A feature length documentary about a Quince tree directed by Victor Erice, how can it be anything but superb.  This is one of only three films that Erice has made, I think about him as a giant based on Spirit of the Beehive.

The Flavour of Green Tea over Rice - 1952

Sure it is a typical Ozu film where almost any one shot could be from any one of his other black and white films, but every time I see another one of his movies I feel like my appreciation for all of his other films grows a little bit more.

Plastic arts

On a Tuesday Morning

The Bullwark

From E.T.A. Hoffmann's 'The Sandman'

If there is a dark power which treacherously attaches a thread to our heart to drag us along a perilous and ruinous path that we would not otherwise have trod; if there is such a power, it must form inside us, from part of us, must be identical with ourselves; only in this way can we believe in it and give it the opportunity it needs if it is to accomplish its secret work.  If our mind is firm enough and adequately fortified by the joys of life to be able to recognize alien and hostile influences as such, and to proceed tranquilly along the path of our own choosing and propensities, then this mysterious power will perish in its futile attempt to assume a shape that is supposed to be a reflection of ourselves.

This is all a little bit terrifying to me, though there always seems to be some merit to the idea that you have to build yourself up to take on the world.  I can't decide if I feel like it is true or not, perhaps that is exactly where Hoffmann wants me.

My autumn