Monday, June 28, 2010

Joseph Conrad - Apocalypse Now

TS Eliot quotes Joseph Conrad in the Hollow Men, and Francis Ford Coppola ties it all together in Apocalypse Now.

Sunday, June 27, 2010

Sei Shonagon's Book of Observations



In Pillow Book, Peter Greenaway uses words as visual poetry. Here, a creation myth is written on our heroine's flesh while her aunt reads to her from Sei Shonagon's Book of Observations.

Saturday, June 26, 2010

My Darling Clementine

The Story of (the other) Little Richard, Risque but true

I call him Richard Millhouse Nixon, because he thinks he is the president.
When I was a younger man, he did my thinking (got me into a lot of trouble).
She calls him Tricky Dick. Some times she calls him Dick Cheney, I guess
to let me and him know that, at best, he can only be the vice president.
She does my thinking for me now.

You know who I'm talking about. I tell her he likes it when she gives him a kiss,
sometimes she likes to give him a bite. I moan and tell her to speak softly into the microphone. She makes him feel better by calling him Little Richard, and talking to him with a breathy voice. Not because he is small, but because she is a nice girl and she knows how to drive a stick.

Monday, June 14, 2010

Hannah and Her Sisters



Probably not the first or last time ee cummings's poetry was used to further a seduction, here by a tongue-tied Michael Caine in Hannah and Her Sisters.

Friday, June 11, 2010

Save Me From The Rain...

© June 11, 2010









The rain gently, tenderly kisses my upturned face and lips

I taste translucent beads of nature's bliss upon my tongue

They dance upon my arms and prance in silver liquid streams

Down breasts, and legs without alarm and know no private places

I smile... and for a while I am transfixed as thunder growls

And lightning startles me as it plays wildly in the darkness of day

I stand bravely as the cold wet chill attacks my back and face the storm

Then head into the howling furious wind, searching angry skies once again

For the rainbow at the end of Heaven's fury; I hurry along with a song

I'll soon be warm and dry and home again to ponder where I've been...

GLO

William Blake - Dead /man 4

Saturday, June 05, 2010

Alone In The Night...


© June 5, 2010

Oh lone evening so silent and peaceful like a boat on a calm sea
You gift to me the time to ponder the reason and the rhymes
Of this season of my life, and as I strive to cease from my concerns
My heart beats fast like a seething storm on a hot summer's night
Thoughts flutter wildly at me; frantically swirling moths at the porch light 
Questions rise and answers scatter as I ponder once again the matters
That rob me of my sleep; the many thoughts that will not keep
I sought reprieve; a Friend to share with me this endless eve...


GLO