Just passing you by

Music - Books - Movies, other shitJuly 20, 2006 12:00

for that’s all that i,
whether gloom or glad, can give
right now and right here.

if you’re never sorry
then you can’t be forgiven
if you’re not forgiven
then you can’t be forgotten
if you’re not forgotten
then you can live forever
if you live forever
then you’ll begin to dream
of death
death
death death
dea-a-eath

ezra pound sat upon my bed
asked me which books as of late i’ve read

ezra pound sat upon my bed
asked me which books as of late i’ve read
asked me if i’ve read his own
and whether i could spare a pound
of flesh to cover his bare bones
i says, man, take a pound, take two
what’s a pound of flesh between
friends like me and you?
what’s a pound of flesh among friends?
what’s a pound of flesh among friends?

but if you’re never sorr-ee-y
if you’re never sorr-ee-y

if you’re never sorry
then you can’t be forgiven
if you’re not forgiven
then you can’t be forgotten
if you’re not forgotten
then you must live forever
if you live forever
you cannot be reborn

if you’re not reborn then
you can’t be a baby
if you’re not a baby
you can’t learn how to crawl

if you cannot crawl away
then you must stay in bed all day
if you stay in bed all day
be sure to have some visitors

ezra pound’ll sit upon your bed
ask you which books as of late you have read
ask you if you’ve read his own
and whether you could spare a pound
of flesh to cover his bare bones
you’ll say, man, take a pound, take two
what’s a pound of flesh between
friends like me and you?
what’s a pound of flesh among friends?
what’s a pound of flesh among friends?
what’s a pound
of flesh
among
friends?

Pound of flesh
Letra y Música: Regina Spektor

Tomado de plenty Reg

-*- No siendo parte de la solución, debo ser parte del precipitado -*-

Music - Books - Movies, other shitJuly 16, 2006 22:38

every day, chaque r\^eve


Renaceré en Buenos Aires en otra tarde de Junio,
con estas ganas tremendas de querer y de vivir.
Renaceré fatalmente, será el año tres mil uno
y habrá un domingo de otoño por la plaza San Martín.

Le ladrarán a mi sombra los perritos vagabundos,
con mi modesto equipaje llegaré del Más Allá,
y arrodillado en mi Río de la Plata lindo y sucio,
me amasaré otro incansable corazón de barro y sal.

Y vendrán tres lustrabotas, tres payasos y tres brujos,
mis inmortales compinches gritándome “¡Fuerza, che,
nacé, nacé, dale pibe, metéle hermano, que es duro,
pero muy bueno el oficio de morir y renacer!”

Renaceré, renaceré, renaceré,
y una gran voz extraterrestre me dará
la fuerza antigua y dolorosa de la Fe,
para volver, para creer, para luchar.

Tendré un clavel de otro planeta en el ojal,
porque si nadie ha renacido, ¡yo podré!
Mi Buenos Aires siglo treinta y uno, ya verás:
renaceré, renaceré, ¡renaceré!

Renaceré de las cosas que he querido mucho, mucho,
cuando los dioses digan bajito “Volvió…”
Yo besaré la memoria de tus ojos taciturnos,
para seguirte el poema que a medio hacer me quedó.

Renaceré de las frutas de un mercado con laburo,
y de la mugre serena de un romántico café,
de un sideral subterráneo Plaza de Mayo a Saturno
y de una bronca de obreros por el sur renaceré.

Pero verás que renazco en el año tres mil uno,
y con muchachos y chicas que no han sido y que serán,
bendeciremos la tierra, tierra nuestra, y te lo juro
que a Buenos Aires de nuevo nos pondremos a fundar.

Renaceré, renaceré, renaceré,
y una gran voz extraterrestre me dará
la fuerza antigua y dolorosa de la Fe,
para volver, para crecer, para luchar.

Traeré un clavel de otro planeta en el ojal,
porque si nadie ha renacido ¡yo podré!
Ciudad del siglo treinta y uno, ya verás:
renaceré, renaceré, ¡renaceré!

Preludio para el año 3001
Letra: Horacio Ferrer
Música: Astor Piazzolla

Tomado de todo todito todo

Music - Books - Movies, other shitJuly 14, 2006 12:00

<quote>
Lo que pasa con los sue\~nos: cuando despertamos, lo que burdamente se recuerda es el “argumento, algo tan distinto al verdadero sue\~no como el tema de ese pobre diablo a la obra de Shakespeare.
[…]
Que no seas capaz, como me dec\’is, de escribir sobre “cualquier tema” es un buen indicio, no un motivo de desaliento. No creas en los que escriben sobre cualquier cosa. Las obsesiones tienen sus ra\’ices muy profundas, y cuanto m\’as profundas menos numerosas son. Y la m\’as profunda de todas es quiz\’a la m\’as oscura pero tambi\’en la \’unica y todopoderosa ra\’iz de las dem\’as, la que reaparece a lo largo de /todas/ las obras de un creador verdadero: porque no te estoy hablando de los fabricantes de historias, de los “fecundos” fabricantes de teleteatros o de best-sellers a medida, esas prostitutas del arte.
[…]
Y no deb\’es escribir una sola l\’inea que no sea sobre la obsesi\’on que te acosa, que te persigue desde las m\’as enigm\’aticas regiones, a veces durante a\~nos. Resist\’i, esper\’a, pon\’e a prueba esta tentaci\’on[…]
</quote>

Fragmento tomado de Abadd\’on, el exterminador. Ernesto Sabato.

Music - Books - Movies, other shitJuly 11, 2006 20:14

until
the philosophy
which holds one race superior
and another
inferior
is finally
and permanently
discredited
and abandoned
everywhere is war

until
there’s no longer
first class or second class citizens of any nation
until the colour of a man’s skin
is of no more significance
than the colour of his eyes
i got to say war

that until the basic human rights
are equally guaranteed to all
without regard to race
i say war

until that day
the dream of lasting peace
world citizenship
and the rule of international
morality
will remain just a fleeting illusion
to be pursued
but never attained
and everywhere is war

until the ignoble and unhappy regime
which holds all of us through
child abuse
yeah
child abuse
yeah

sub-human bondage
has been toppled
utterly destroyed
everywhere is war

war in the east
war in the west
war up north
war down south

there’s war
and the rumours of war

until that day
there is no continent which will know peace
children
children
fight

we find it necessary
we know we will win
we have confidence
in the victory
of good
over
evil

fight the real enemy

War
Letra: His Imperial Majesty Haile Selassie I, emperor of Ethiopia from november 2, 1930 till september 12, 1974
Música: Bob Marley

Tomado de on ze run y alterado para que quede tal como la cant\’o la sacerdotisa Bernadette Mary en octubre 3 de 1992

Music - Books - Movies, other shitJuly 8, 2006 09:59

watta beautiful song by dj shadow with such a gorgeous video by wong kar wai
it’s got me obsessed although it hasn’t rained for days now
i’d wish mr wai were to direct more videos, but i’ll be more than happy just by seeing more of his movies


at the starting of the week
at summit talks you’ll hear them speak
it’s only monday

negotiations breaking down
see those leaders start to frown
it’s sword and gun day

tomorrow never comes until it’s too late

you could be sitting taking lunch
the news will hit you like a punch
it’s only tuesday

you never thought we’d go to war
after all the things we saw
it’s april fools’ day

tomorrow never comes until it’s too late

tomorrow never comes until it’s too late

you hear a whistling overhead
are you alive or are you dead?
it’s only thursday

you feel a shaking on the ground
a billion candles burn around
is it your birthday?

tomorrow never comes until it’s too late

tomorrow never comes until it’s too late

make tomorrow come I think it’s too late

Six days
Letra y Música: DJ Shadow

Tomado de on ze run

Music - Books - Movies, other shitJuly 1, 2006 16:04

today i found meself happy of seeing the end of this academic semester approach. i’ve disliked it so much so far.

firstly,i was unable to go to some tango lessons at university this week. they were three classes and the time they were programmed was a time when i would normally have some free time; yet, for the first one i got a research project meeting scheduled at last minute, as well as got a class programmed simultaneously with the third lesson. therefore, i saw meself unable to assist and very frustrated at that. luckily, i was able to cancel my inscription, but that is such a sad comfort.

secondly, this week it hit me that awful truth i already knew. i go out on vacations for exactly two weeks. that means i wont really have time to rest of this academic frenzy. furthermore, those aren’t really vacations since i still gotta work during the entire lapse.

thirdly, there’ve been so many other clouds above and such series of unfortunate events lately. anyway, stopping with the whinning since it has already gone beyond the topic and since on that regard i’ll be the happy phantom, and coming back to the main topic, let us proceed with the goodies.

so, as soon as this academic semester ends, i shall certainly get time to enjoy accompanied by some friends, whether with people from the magister or from bob or with my sister-in-law; and, even though i truly enjoy drinking and wouldn’t mind getting wasted [nods to magister and to soXa], right now can’t but happily expect the going to the mountains with me sis-in-law. really, really feel a craving for being alone with the mountain , i am craving for that element.

now, to properly finish this outright-breaking-of-the-rules-i-placed-meself-fscking-dear-diary-entry-but-just-felt-like-telling-so-what post, let’s hear some fitting incidental music


all around me are familiar faces
worn out places - worn out faces
bright and early for their daily races
going nowhere - going nowhere
and their tears are filling up their glasses
no expression - no expression
hide my head i want to drown my sorrow
no tomorrow - no tomorrow

and i find it kind of funny
i find it kind of sad
the dreams in which i’m dying
are the best i’ve ever had
i find it hard to tell you
‘cos i find it hard to take
when people run in circles
it’s a very, very mad world
mad world
mad world

children waiting for the day they feel good
happy birthday - happy birthday
made to feel the way that every child should
sit and listen - sit and listen
went to school and i was very nervous
no one knew me - no one knew me
hello teacher tell me what’s my lesson
look right through me - look right through me

and i find it kind of funny
i find it kind of sad
the dreams in which i’m dying
are the best i’ve ever had
i find it hard to tell you
‘cos i find it hard to take
when people run in circles
it’s a very, very mad world
mad world
mad world

and i find it kind of funny
i find it kind of sad
the dreams in which i’m dying
are the best i’ve ever had
i find it hard to tell you
‘cos i find it hard to take
when people run in circles
it’s a very, very mad world
mad world
enlarge your world
mad world

Mad World
Letra: Roland Orzabal
Música: Tears for fears

Tomado de este sitio and edited by me, frigging spelling nazi (note, not the ultimate spelling nazi for i commit too many errors for my own taste)… but c’mon, can’t you spell tomorrow correctly?.

Music - Books - Movies, other shitJune 29, 2006 01:46

EOP

Music - Books - Movies, other shitJune 6, 2006 06:06

Train-whistles, sweet clementine
Blueberries dancers in line
Cobwebs, a bakery sign

Ooooh - a sweet clementine
Ooooh dancers in line
Ooooh

If living is seeing
I’m holding my breath
In wonder, I wonder
What happens next?
A new world
A new day to see
See, see

I’m softly walking on air
Halfway to heaven frontier
Sunlight unfolds in my hair
Ooooh I’m walking on air
Ooooh to heaven frontier
Ooooh

If living is seeing
I’m holding my breath
In wonder, I wonder
What happens next?
A new world
A new day to see
See, see
To see…

New World
Letra y música: Björk

Tomado de Running, running, from 0 to 1000 in barely a couple of seconds .

Music - Books - MoviesJune 3, 2006 19:13

<begin of lame reviews>

<item> so, the idea behind the russian sky was pretty much about timing and about aliens catchy phrase.
i always enjoy meeting with desire’s twin sister.

<item> cheap lit… well, that’s it

<item> it is quite neat a criticism of late XIX century England and cute as a depiction of their societies.
and it also has the math it promises :D, it just ain’t the main subject, unlike the way they advertise (actually a good thing in this case :) )

<end of lame review>

Music - Books - MoviesMay 28, 2006 03:08

at this pace the lame review mite become an actual editorial line in here. of course if you’d like an in-depth real review of something, this would certainly be NOT the right place to find it :P. for such, please refer to the links section under Music - Books - Movies.

<beginning of lame review>
the main reason, and perhaps the one, i like the x-men is this beautiful creature here named Phoenix.

sidewalk
<quote from direct source>
The Phoenix Force is an immortal, indestructible, and mutable manifestation of the prime universal force of life, derived from the psyches of all living beings. […][I]n order to manifest itself on the physical plane, the Force must tap into the near limitless source of energy provided by life-force reserved for future generations, thus denying them existence. […]
</quote>

Just for making meself clear here, i believe that character is soooo cool because in spite (or because, if you’d rather) of being this manifestation of the life force of every living being “[…] which does, has, and ever will, exist in all realities of the multiverse” [*], it is the most destructive thing in this universe, well the x-men multiverse, whatever :P, and that is simply gorgeous (i do melbi mi mi vau)
/sidewalk

this fact, of course, imposes some bias on my watching of the third x-men movie, since by now we all [probably] know that this beautiful creature makes its [explicit] entrance to the film saga; furthermore, it is played by this beautiful creature here.
the movie did live up to the expectations i had of it, they weren’t great but they certainly weren’t small either. i’d say the criticism i agree the most with, concerning this movie, is that there are too many sidekicks; [se puede demostrar que] that amount of characters implies each will get less (and less and less) screen time, not that i wanted a whole movie about clapping dragqueen mutant anyway.

in general, the neat stuff weighed more than the uncanny stuff in this film for me (even the really uncanny), and so it survives as a movie and thank the spaghetti i wasn’t really a fan of the x-ppl or i guess i’d be hearing myself repeating “Arwen was not there in that part of the story” once and again. in order to avoid throwing out some spoilers i will shut now. of course if you want some spoilers you can always read a real review.
<end of lame review>