The Eiger Sanction Is a Tough Climb
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from SWEET DADDY ROSES
When 3 people have sex, it’s called a Threesome.
When 2 people have sex, it’s called a Twosome.
Now I know why they call you Handsome!
Wednesday, October 26, 2011
Wednesday, September 28, 2011
Sunday, September 25, 2011
Friday, September 23, 2011
Thursday, September 22, 2011
Friday, September 9, 2011
Saturday, September 3, 2011
Sunday, August 28, 2011
Friday, August 26, 2011
Wednesday, August 24, 2011
Monday, August 22, 2011
NIKITA MIKHALKOV
see above link for details and filmography...
IMHO..the most consistent of current Russian directors...25 years of quality films...some even seen in the West!!!
all are visual/artistic/sensual/sublime/evocative...YADA...YADA...YADA!!!
NIKITA as director/writer/actor....what a dynamo...here are some must sees, along with a clip/trailer!!!
#1. UNFINISHED PIECE FOR PLAYER PIANO (1977)
based on the first play of ANTON CHEKOV (PLATONOV)...a visual and literary treat...only a Russian could make this film!!!
#2. OBLOMOV (1981)
from the Goncharov novel, the story of an aristocrat with too much time on his hands, who tries to discover the meaning of life!!!
#3. DARK EYES (1987)
italian with french subtitles???
based on CHEKOV short stories...previously made as LADY WITH A DOG..
MASTROIANNI is brilliant!!!!
#4. CLOSE TO EDEN [URGA] (1991)
Russian truck driver meets MONGOL barbarians??? DERZU UZALA revisited!!!!
#5. BURNT BY THE SUN (1994)
I would call it "fear and loathing under STALIN"...
winner BEST FOREIGN LANGAGE FILM..
a masterpiece!!!
#6. 12 (2008)
a Russian take on TWELVE ANGRY MEN...
MIKHALKOV rewrote the screenplay of Reginald Rose and gives Sidney Lumet a run for his money!!!
Friday, August 19, 2011
Thursday, August 18, 2011
Friday, August 12, 2011
Wednesday, July 27, 2011
Wednesday, July 20, 2011
UNA BROMA EN ESPANOL
TODO DEPENDE DE LA POSICIÓN...
Según estudios recientes, hacerlo parado fortalece la columna; boca abajo estimula la circulación de la sangre; boca arriba es más placentero; hacerlo solo es rico, pero egoísta; en grupo puede ser divertido; en el baño es muy digestivo; en el auto puede ser peligroso... Hacerlo con frecuencia desarrolla la imaginación; entre dos, enriquece el conocimiento; de rodillas, resulta doloroso... En fín, sobre la mesa o sobre el escritorio, antes de comer o de sobremesa, sobre la cama o en la hamaca, desnudos o vestidos, sobre el césped o en la alfombra, con música o en silencio, entre sábanas o en el closet: hacerlo, siempre es un acto de amor y de enriquecimiento. No importa la edad, ni la raza, ni el credo, ni el sexo, ni la posición económica... |
... Leer es un placer!!!
DEFINITIVAMENTE, LO MEJOR ES LEER Y DISFRUTAR DE LA IMAGINACIÓN, Y TÚ LO
ACABAS DE EXPERIMENTAR.
¡¡ENRIQUECE TU HÁBITO POR LA LECTURA!!
Y RECUERDA QUE CADA VEZ QUE LEEMOS UN LIBRO,
MUERE UN BURRO.
Friday, July 15, 2011
Monday, July 4, 2011
100 YEARS B4 HITLER
Christianity - and that is its greatest merit - has somewhat mitigated that brutal Germanic love of war, but it could not destroy it. Should that subduing talisman, the cross, be shattered, the frenzied madness of the ancient warriors, that insane Berserk rage of which Nordic bards have spoken and sung so often, will once more burst into flame. This talisman is fragile, and the day will come when it will collapse miserably. Then the ancient stony gods will rise from the forgotten debris and rub the dust of a thousand years from their eyes, and finally Thor with his giant hammer will jump up and smash the Gothic cathedrals. (...)
Do not smile at my advice -- the advice of a dreamer who warns you against Kantians, Fichteans, and philosophers of nature. Do not smile at the visionary who anticipates the same revolution in the realm of the visible as has taken place in the spiritual. Thought precedes action as lightning precedes thunder.German thunder is of true Germanic character; it is not very nimble, but rumbles along ponderously. Yet, it will come and when you hear a crashing such as never before has been heard in the world's history, then you know that the German thunderbolt has fallen at last. At that uproar the eagles of the air will drop dead, and lions in the remotest deserts of Africa will hide in their royal dens. A play will be performed in Germany which will make the French Revolution look like an innocent idyll."
The History of Religion and Philosophy in Germany, Heinreich Heine, 1834
Sunday, July 3, 2011
FRANZ WERFEL (1933)
Das Bleibende
Solang noch der Tatrawind leicht
slowakische Blumen bestreicht,
so lang wirken Mädchen sie ein
in trauliche Buntstickerei'n.
Solang noch im bayrischen Wald
die Axt im Morgengraun hallt,
so lang auch der Einsame sitzt,
der Gott und die Heiligen schnitzt.
Solang auf ligurischer Fahrt
das Meer seine Fischer gewahrt,
so lang wird am Strand es schaun
die spitzenklöppelnden Fraun.
Ihr Völker der Erde, mich rührt
das Bleibende, das ihr vollführt.
Ich selbst, ohne Volk, ohne Land,
stütz' nun meine Stirn in die Hand.
Sunday, June 26, 2011
Wednesday, June 22, 2011
Friday, June 17, 2011
Thursday, June 16, 2011
Wednesday, June 15, 2011
DEMITRI MARTIN
Dammit I’m mad.
Evil is a deed as I live.
God, am I reviled? I rise, my bed on a sun, I melt.
To be not one man emanating is sad. I piss.
Alas, it is so late. Who stops to help?
Man, it is hot. I’m in it. I tell.
I am not a devil. I level “Mad Dog”.
Ah, say burning is, as a deified gulp,
In my halo of a mired rum tin.
I erase many men. Oh, to be man, a sin.
Is evil in a clam? In a trap?
No. It is open. On it I was stuck.
Rats peed on hope. Elsewhere dips a web.
Be still if I fill its ebb.
Ew, a spider… eh?
We sleep. Oh no!
Deep, stark cuts saw it in one position.
Part animal, can I live? Sin is a name.
Both, one… my names are in it.
Murder? I’m a fool.
A hymn I plug, deified as a sign in ruby ash,
A Goddam level I lived at.
On mail let it in. I’m it.
Oh, sit in ample hot spots. Oh wet!
A loss it is alas (sip). I’d assign it a name.
Name not one bottle minus an ode by me:
“Sir, I deliver. I’m a dog”
Evil is a deed as I live.
Dammit I’m mad.
from the stage show "IF"...
a 224 letter palindrome!!
Evil is a deed as I live.
God, am I reviled? I rise, my bed on a sun, I melt.
To be not one man emanating is sad. I piss.
Alas, it is so late. Who stops to help?
Man, it is hot. I’m in it. I tell.
I am not a devil. I level “Mad Dog”.
Ah, say burning is, as a deified gulp,
In my halo of a mired rum tin.
I erase many men. Oh, to be man, a sin.
Is evil in a clam? In a trap?
No. It is open. On it I was stuck.
Rats peed on hope. Elsewhere dips a web.
Be still if I fill its ebb.
Ew, a spider… eh?
We sleep. Oh no!
Deep, stark cuts saw it in one position.
Part animal, can I live? Sin is a name.
Both, one… my names are in it.
Murder? I’m a fool.
A hymn I plug, deified as a sign in ruby ash,
A Goddam level I lived at.
On mail let it in. I’m it.
Oh, sit in ample hot spots. Oh wet!
A loss it is alas (sip). I’d assign it a name.
Name not one bottle minus an ode by me:
“Sir, I deliver. I’m a dog”
Evil is a deed as I live.
Dammit I’m mad.
from the stage show "IF"...
a 224 letter palindrome!!
Tuesday, June 14, 2011
Sunday, June 12, 2011
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