19 February 2014
19 February 2014

'I like to listen. I have learned a great deal from listening carefully. Most people never listen...'



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15 February 2014

this is a pretty cool song, but i haven't been able to find a hq video.. still better than nothing...



its lyrics make it a good warm-up for the next movie that's, by the way, 'eternal sunshine of the spotless mind'...



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here's what the sydney herald morning wrote about dame judi dench...



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09 February 2014

'Falling out of love is chiefly a matter of forgetting how charming someone is...'



'Education doesn't make you happy. And what is freedom? We don't become happy just because we are free, if we are. Or because we have been educated, if we have. But because education may be the means by which we realize we are happy. It opens our eyes, our ears. Tells us where delights are lurking. Convinces us that there is only one freedom of any importance whatsoever: that of the mind. And gives us the assurance, the confidence, to walk the path our mind, our educated mind, offers...'


'Perhaps when distant people on other planets pick up some wavelength of ours all they hear is a continuous scream...'


'The bicycle is the most civilized conveyance known to man. Other forms of transport grow daily more nightmarish. Only the bicycle remains pure in heart...'


'Perhaps misguided moral passion is better than confused indifference...'


'The theatre is a tragic place, full of endings and partings and heartbreak. You dedicate yourself passionately to something, to a project, to people, to a family, you think of nothing else for weeks and months, then suddenly it's over, it's perpetual destruction, perpetual divorce, perpetual adieu. It's like éternel retour, it's a koan. It's like falling in love and being smashed over and over again.’
'You do, then fall in love.'
'Only with fictions, I love players, but actors are so ephemeral. And then there’s waiting for the perfect part, and being offered it the day after you've committed yourself to something utterly rotten. The remorse, and the envy and the jealousy. An old actor told me if I wanted to stay in the trade I had better kill off envy and jealousy at the start...'


'We live in a fantasy world, a world of illusion. The great task in life is to find reality,' says Iris Murdoch.
'But given the state of the world, is it wise?'


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08 February 2014
06 February 2014


Well, I woke up Sunday morning
With no way to hold my head that didn't hurt
And the beer I had for breakfast wasn't bad
So I had one more for dessert..


Then I fumbled in my closet through my clothes
And found my cleanest dirty shirt
Then I washed my face and combed my hair
Stumbled down the stairs to meet the day..


I'd smoked my mind the night before
With cigarettes and songs that I'd been pickin'
But I lit my first and watched a small kid
Playing with a can that he was kicking..


Then I walked across the street
And caught the Sunday smell of someone fryin' chicken
And oh it took me back to somethin'
That I'd lost somewhere, somehow along the way..


On a Sunday morning sidewalk

I'm wishing, Lord, that I was stoned
'Cause there's something in a Sunday
That makes a body feel alone..


And there ain't nothin' short of dyin'
As half as lonesome as the sound
Of a sleepin' city sidewalk
And Sunday mornings coming down..


In the park, I saw a daddy
With a laughing little girl who he was swinging
And I stopped beside a Sunday school
And listened to the songs that they were singing..


Then I headed down the streets
And somewhere far away a lonely bell was ringing
And it echoed through the canyons
Like the disappearing dreams of yesterday..


On a Sunday morning sidewalk
Oh, I'm wishing, Lord, that I was stoned
'Cause there's something in a Sunday
That'll make a body feel alone..


And there ain't nothin' short of dyin'
That's half as lonesome as the sound
Of a sleepin' city sidewalk
And Sunday mornin' comin' down...


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05 February 2014

In Greek mythology, Iris is the personification of the rainbow and messenger of the gods. She is also known as one of the goddesses of the sea and the sky. Iris links the gods to humanity. She travels with the speed of wind from one end of the world to the other, and into the depths of the sea and the underworld


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20 January 2014

1. since 'shakespeare in love' is the next movie on the agenda, let me share a short story with you…
2. the way to make a film is to begin with an earthquake and work up to a climax...
3. as i was getting into a tube station building on 2nd january, i grabbed a copy of 'evening standard'...

4. drama is life with the dull bits cut out...

5. not this time...

6. i had a browse through it...

7. there is no terror in the bang, only in the anticipation of it...

8. no earthquake this time...:)

9. here’s what i came across that afternoon...


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20 January 2014