posted August 08, 2008 03:50 AM            

"...he saved me,
in every way that a person can be saved."

posted August 12, 2008 05:07 PM              

"I think self-absorbtion is underrated."

~ 'Smart People'

posted August 17, 2008 11:54 AM              

Kath Bloom
"Come Here"

There's wind that blows in from the north.
And it says that loving takes this course.
Come here. Come here.
No I'm not impossible to touch I have never wanted you so much.
Come here. Come here.
Have I never laid down by your side.
Baby, let's forget about this pride.
Come here. Come here.
Well I'm in no hurry. Don't have to run away this time.
I know you're timid.
But it's gonna be all right this time.

posted August 20, 2008 05:10 AM              

~ 'Tropic Thunder'

posted September 09, 2008 01:37 PM            

"Yonder, behind that forest to the east is a chain of rocks, hollowed into a labyrinth of caverns that reach to the sea-coast. There thou mayst lie concealed, till thou canst make signs to some vessel to put on shore and take thee off.
Go! heaven be thy guide!-- and sometimes in thy prayers remember-- Matilda!-- Theodore flung himself at her feet, and seizing her lily hand, which with struggles she suffered him to kiss, he vowed on the earliest opportunity to get himself knighted, and fervently entreated her permission to swear himself eternally her knight. --Ere the princess could reply, a clap of thunder was suddenly heard, that shook the battlements. Theodore, regardless of the tempest, would have urged his suit; but the princess, dismayed, retreated hastily into the castle, and commanded the youth to be gone, with an air that would not be disobeyed. He sighed, and retired, but with eyes fixed on the gate, until Matilda closing it put an end to an interview, in which the hearts of both had drunk so deeply of a passion which both now tasted for the first time."

posted October 07, 2008 04:11 AM              

"Are you kidding!? Look at him! It's like Abercrombie is making people now!"

posted October 09, 2008 09:03 AM            

She removes her white hat and looks ahead to her new future with a wise, unspoken understanding and acceptance. She has calmed inner conflicts, disappointments, and struggles and put herself back together after the painful shattering of her intense, first youthful love. With new awareness, she realizes she has outgrown the very different, still good-natured Bud that she once loved and worshipped. Deanie has put aside youthful exuberance, grieving, and denial of love to move forward. She has also gained strength from what remains - the memories of her "splendor in the grass."

As she narrates (in voice-over) and remembers the words of the Wordsworth's poem Ode, Intimations of Immortality from Recollections of Early Childhood, taught to her by her schoolteacher, Deanie peacefully and fully answers the question about her loss of love - one that has finally been resolved:

Though nothing can bring back the hour
Of splendor in the grass, of glory in the flower
We will grieve not, but rather find
Strength in what remains behind.

posted October 09, 2008 05:49 PM              

WHEN the businessman rebukes the idealism of his office-boy, it is commonly in some such speech as this: "Ah, yes, when one is young, one has these ideals in the abstract and these castles in the air; but in middle age they all break up like clouds, and one comes down to a belief in practical politics, to using the machinery one has and getting on with the world as it is." Thus, at least, venerable and philanthropic old men now in their honoured graves used to talk to me when I was a boy. But since then I have grown up and have discovered that these philanthropic old men were telling lies. What has really happened is exactly the opposite of what they said would happen. They said that I should lose my ideals and begin to believe in the methods of practical politicians. Now, I have not lost my ideals in the least; my faith in fundamentals is exactly what it always was. What I have lost is my old childlike faith in practical politics. I am still as much concerned as ever about the Battle of Armageddon; but I am not so much concerned about the General Election. As a babe I leapt up on my mother's knee at the mere mention of it. No; the vision is always solid and reliable. The vision is always a fact. It is the reality that is often a fraud. As much as I ever did, more than I ever did, I believe in Liberalism. But there was a rosy time of innocence when I believed in Liberals.

posted October 09, 2008 05:51 PM              

Have you seen "A Place In The Sun"?

That one's awesome.

"Giant", too.

And my all-time favorite classic,
"Rebel Without A Cause"

posted October 09, 2008 09:04 PM            

Very interesting to me, at this literal very second, to have come across this..

This movie has always been what I feared may be my romantic outcome...

I digress.. Was just talking to a friend about those moments in life, when you pass a person on the street or in a store, and you get this, vibe. This moment, where you feel a pulling, a certain connection to someone you don't even know.. and what would happen if you actually SAID something to them... Took a chance and a leap of faith, what is the worst that could happen? Could Deanie and Bud have ever made it work? Were they always too different, or was it because of their silence and morality (at that time, in that age) that kept them apart?

Hahaha.. Sorry, ya'll, kinda genuflecting tonight..

posted October 09, 2008 11:42 PM              

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I have always been a fan of "Splendor In The Grass"... I understand that inability to truly express emotion. I'm better now, but man, that movie is so period... When it was not done, not spoken of, things were not said. There was a respect for those who could hold back, it was part of culture to keep everything inside and just... move along. Nowadays, there is such a wholeness to the world. So much of a chance to meet many Buds and Deanies... might as well lay it all on the table and see what happens.

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posted October 10, 2008 08:54 AM            

Your right, they were scared, or possibly pressured by the outside influences, and high standards that were placed on young couples of that time period..

I remember watching the end, and not liking it at all myself!! I was like "what" he's choosing someone else, after this poor girl just came back from the brink of insanity for you...She was willing to give him everything, she wanted him to "spoil" her, take her to that place nice girls didn't venture to...but I guess "Bud" wanted to remember her as sweet, innocent, and pure. He loved her enough not to ruin her...he could not look upon her the same, if she reminded him of a vixen..the type of women is old man chased after...

Ghani~ Yes those "what if's" hurt alot in life...I agree wholeheartedly..

posted October 10, 2008 09:10 AM            

Robert Redford's Dialogue:

I remember once when I was young,
I was coming back from someplace.

A movie or something.
I was on the subway.

There was a girl
sitting across from me.

She was wearing this dress
that was buttoned...

clear up right to here.

She was the most beautiful thing
I'd ever seen.

I was shy then.

So when she would look at me...

I would look away.

Then afterwards,
when I would look back...

she would look away.

Then I got to
where I was gonna get off.

Got off, the doors closed...

and as the train
was pulling away...

she looked right at me...

and gave me
the most incredible smile.

It was awful.

I wanted to tear the doors open.

I went back every night,
same time...

for two weeks.

But she never showed up.

That was years ago...

and I don't think
there's a day that goes by...

that I don't think about her.

I don't want that
to happen again.

Just one dance?

~Indecent Proposal 1993

posted October 12, 2008 11:39 PM            

I've been thinking about posting this for a while.

You immediately captured my attention

Knowing, sensing

intense palpable energy

there in front of me

Your eyes gloss over me
yet remain

some unseen domain

envelops us

and we must

be aware
of every moment
every movement

just us

and time steps in

between us

and we part
and yet
the sensing stretches

like a net

a little broader

wider

expansive

open to the traffic

and when it ends

I just wait

to See you again.

posted October 13, 2008 07:40 AM              

You think you own whatever land you land on
The Earth is just a dead thing you can claim
But I know every rock and tree and creature
Has a life, has a spirit, has a name

You think the only people who are people
Are the people who look and think like you
But if you walk the footsteps of a stranger
You'll learn things you never knew you never knew

Have you ever heard the wolf cry to the blue corn moon
Or asked the grinning bobcat why he grinned?
Can you sing with all the voices of the mountains?
Can you paint with all the colors of the wind?
Can you paint with all the colors of the wind?

Come run the hidden pine trails of the forest
Come taste the sunsweet berries of the Earth
Come roll in all the riches all around you
And for once, never wonder what they're worth

The rainstorm and the river are my brothers
The heron and the otter are my friends
And we are all connected to each other
In a circle, in a hoop that never ends

How high will the sycamore grow?
If you cut it down, then you'll never know
And you'll never hear the wolf cry to the blue corn moon

For whether we are white or copper skinned
We need to sing with all the voices of the mountains
We need to paint with all the colors of the wind

You can own the Earth and still
All you'll own is Earth until
You can paint with all the colors of the wind