The Irish flocked to see a film about the Catholic church's enslavement of so-called 'fallen' women in Dublin, but it is certain to touch a raw nerve in Britain too...
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"It is bad when one thing becomes two. One should not look for anything else in the Way of the Samurai. It is the same for anything that is called a Way. If one understands things in this manner, he should be able to hear about all ways and be more and more in accord with his own..."
Hagakure (meaning Hidden by the Leaves or Hidden Leaves), or Hagakure Kikigaki is a practical and spiritual guide for a warrior, drawn from a collection of commentaries by the samurai Yamamoto Tsunetomo, former retainer to Nabeshima Mitsushige, the third ruler of what is now Saga prefecture in Japan. Tsuramoto Tashiro compiled these commentaries from his conversations with Tsunetomo from 1709 to 1716; however, it was not published until many years afterwards. Hagakure is also known as The Book of the Samurai, Analects of Nabeshima or Hagakure Analects.
The book records Tsunetomo's views on bushido, the warrior code of the samurai. Hagakure is sometimes said to assert that bushido is really the "Way of Dying" or living as though one was already dead, and that a samurai must be willing to die at any moment in order to be true to his lord. His saying "the way of the warrior is death" was a summation of the willingness to sacrifice that bushido codified.
After his master died, Tsunetomo himself was forbidden to perform junshi, a retainer's ritual suicide, by an edict of the Tokugawa Shogunate combined with his master's disapproval of the tradition. Hagakure may have been written partially in an effort to outline the role of the samurai in a more peaceful society. Several sections refer to the "old days", and imply a dangerous weakening of the samurai class since that time.
The Hagakure was written approximately one hundred years after the start of the Tokugawa era, a time of relative peace. With no major campaigns to fight, the samurai were transforming from a warrior to an administrative class. His work represents one approach to the problem of maintaining military preparedness and a proper military mindset in a time when neither has much practical application...
...przy pomocy muzyków, którzy swe artystyczne istnienie zawdzięczają właśnie temu festiwalowi oraz przy pomocy jego organizatorów, kreślą wizerunek imprezy legendarnej, wręcz na poły mitycznej. Sam fakt istnienia punkrockowo-hippisowskiego festiwalu w kraju "zza żelaznej kurtyny" był swego rodzaju fenomenem. A jeśli uświadomimy sobie kulturotwórcze znaczenie Jarocina, zdajemy sobie sprawę, że festiwal ten był jedyny i niepowtarzalny. Reżyser filmu prezentuje szeroki wachlarz ludzi, jaki przewijał się przez kilka lat istnienia imprezy oraz artystów, którzy w latach 80. stawiali pierwsze kroki na scenie, a teraz są jej "megagwiazdami", filarami polskiej kultury rockowej...
Time
Is never time at all
You can never ever leave
Without leaving a piece of youth
And our lives are forever changed
We will never be the same
The more you change, the less you feel..
Believe
Believe in me..
Believe
That life can change
That you're not stuck in vain
We're not the same, we're different..
Tonight
Tonight
So bright
Tonight..
And you know you're never sure
But you're sure you could be right
If you held yourself up to the light
And the embers never fade
In your city by the lake
The place where you were born..
Believe
Believe in me..
Believe
In the resolute urgency of now
And if you believe there's not a chance tonight..
Tonight
So bright
Tonight..
We'll crucify the insincere tonight
We'll make things right
We'll feel it all tonight
We'll find a way to offer up the night
Tonight
The indescribable moments of your life
Tonight
The impossible is possible
Tonight
Believe in me as I believe in you
Tonight...
This is the end, beautiful friend
This is the end, my only friend, the end
Of our elaborate plans, the end
Of everything that stands, the end
No safety or surprise, the end
I'll never look into your eyes, again..
Can you picture what will be, so limitless and free
Desperately in need, of some, stranger's hand
In a, desperate land..
Lost in a Roman wilderness of pain
And all the children are insane, all the children are insane
Waiting for the summer rain, yeah
There's danger on the edge of town
Ride the King's highway, baby
Weird scenes inside the gold mine
Ride the highway west, baby
Ride the snake, ride the snake
To the lake, the ancient lake, baby
The snake is long, seven miles..
Ride the snake, he's old, and his skin is cold
The west is the best, the west is the best
Get here, and we'll do the rest
The blue bus is callin' us, the blue bus is callin' us
Driver, where you taken us..
The killer awoke before dawn, he put his boots on
He took a face from the ancient gallery
And he walked on down the hall..
He went into the room where his sister lived, and, then he
Paid a visit to his brother, and then he
He walked on down the hall, and
And he came to a door, and he looked inside
Father, yes son, I want to kill you
Mother, I want to, fuck you..
C'mon baby, take a chance with us
C'mon baby, take a chance with us
C'mon baby, take a chance with us..
And meet me at the back of the blue bus
Doin' a blue rock, on a blue bus
Doin' a blue rock, c'mon, yeah
Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill..
Lions in the street and roaming
Dogs in heat, rabid, foaming
A beast caged in the heart of a city
The body of his mother
Rotting in the summer ground
He fled the town..
He went down South and crossed the border
Left the chaos and disorder
Back there over his shoulder..
One morning he awoke in a green hotel
With a strange creature groaning beside him
Sweat oozed from its shiny skin..
Is everybody in?
The ceremony is about to begin..
Wake up!
You can't remember where it was
Had this dream stopped?
The snake was pale gold
Glazed and shrunken
We were afraid to touch it
The sheets were hot dead prisons..
And she was beside me
Old, she's no young
Her dark red hair
The white soft skin..
Now, run to the mirror in the bathroom
Look! She's coming in here..
I can't live through each slow century of her moving
I let my cheek slide down
The cool smooth tile
Feel the good cold stinging blood
The smooth hissing snakes of rain..
Once I had a little game
I liked to crawl back into my brain
I think you know
The game I mean
I mean the game
Called go insane..
Now you should try
This little game
Just close your eyes
Forget your name
Forget the world
Forget the people
And we'll erect
A different steeple..
This little game
Is fun to do
Just close your eyes
No way to lose
And I'm right here
I'm going too
Release control
We're breaking through..
Way back deep into the brain
Back where there's never any pain..
And the rain falls gently on the town
And over the heads of all of us
And in the labyrinth of streams
Beneath, the quiet unearthly presence of
Nervous hill dwellers in the gentle hills around
Reptiles abounding
Fossils, caves, cool air heights..
Each house repeats a mold
Windows rolled..
A beast car locked in against morning
All now sleeping
Rugs silent, mirrors vacant
Dust blind under the beds of lawful couples
Wound in sheets
And daughters, smug with semen
Eyes in their nipples..
Wait!
There's been a slaughter here
Don't stop to speak or look around
Your gloves & fan are on the ground
We're getting out of town
We're going on the run
And you're the one I want to come..
Not to touch the earth
Not to see the sun
Nothing left to do
But run, run, run
Let's run
Let's run..
House upon the hill
Moon is lying still
Shadows of the trees
Witnessing the wild breeze
Come on baby, run with me
Let's run..
Run with me
Run with me
Run with me
Let's run..
The mansion is warm
At the top of the hill
Rich are the rooms
And the comforts there
Red are the arms
Of luxuriant chairs
And you won't know a thing
Till you get inside
Dead president's corpse
In the driver's car
The engine runs
On glue and tar
Come on along
Not going very far
To the East to meet the Czar..
Run with me
Run with me
Run with me
Let's run..
Some outlaws live
By the side of a lake
The minister's daughter's
In love with the snake
Who lives in a well
By the side of the road
Wake up, girl!
We're almost home, yeah..
Sun, sun, sun
Burn, burn, burn
Moon, moon, moon
I will get you
Soon, soon, soon..
I am the lizard king
I can do anything..
We came down
The rivers and highways
We came down from
Forests and falls..
We came down from
Carson and Springfield
We came down from
Phoenix enthralled..
And I can tell you
The names of the kingdom
I can tell you
The things that you know
Listening for
A fistful of silence
Climbing valleys
Into the shade..
For seven years I dwelt
In the loose palace of exile
Playing strange games
With the girls of the island..
Now I have come again
To the land of the fair
And the strong and the wise..
Brothers and sisters of the pale forest
Children of Night
Who among you will run with the hunt?
Now night arrives with her purple legion
Retire now to your tents and to your dreams
Tomorrow we enter the town of my birth
I want to be ready...
Awake..
Shake dreams for your hair
My pretty child, my sweet one
Choose the day
And choose the sign of your day
The day's divinity
First thing you see..
A vast radiant beach
And a cool jeweled moon
Couples naked race down
By its quiet side
And we laugh like
Soft mad children
Smug in the wooly
Cotton brains of infancy..
The music and voices
Are all around us..
Choose they croon
The ancient ones
The time has come again
Choose now they croon
Beneath the moon
Beside an ancient lake
Enter again the sweet forest
Enter the hot dream
Come with us
Everything is broken up
And dances..
Indians scattered on
Dawn's highway bleeding
Ghosts crowd the young child's
Fragile egg-shell mind...
Wow, I'm sick of doubt
Live in the light of certain
South
Cruel bindings..
The servants have the power
Dog-men and their mean women
Pulling poor blankets over
Our sailors..
I'm sick of dour faces
Staring at me from the tv
Tower, I want roses in
My garden bower; dig?
Royal babies, rubies
Must now replace aborted
Strangers in the mud
These mutants, blood-meal
For the plant that's plowed..
They are waiting to take us into
The severed garden
Do you know how pale and wanton thrillful
Comes death on a strange hour
Unannounced, unplanned for
Like a scaring over-friendly guest you've
Brought to bed
Death makes angels of us all
And gives us wings
Where we had shoulders
Smooth as raven's
Claws..
No more money, no more fancy dress
This other kingdom seems by far the best
Until it's other jaw reveals incest
And loose obedience to a vegetable law..
I will not go
Prefer a feast of friends
To the giant family...
Jim: [entering through the window] Hi.
Pam: Wow! Hi...You have a problem with doors?
Jim: Waste of time. I followed you... from the beach...
Pam: Wow! You followed me? Why?
Jim: 'Cause... you're the one. [He kisses her]
Pam: Wow... neat.
