Bohémienne
little stories from various journeys
Saturday, 7 January 2012
Video Blogging
On a happy sidenote...awesomeness and a hot gal, serenading wonderfully in Spanglish. Love.
And on an even happier note, and in no way aside, OH MY GOD SHE'S GOOD. And gloriously beautiful. Never mind the lips, girlfriend can SING!
Also: I love Laura Branigan. I MISS Laura Branigan. And I NEED THOSE PANTS.
Thursday, 8 September 2011
"How peaceful life would be without love, Adso. How safe. How tranquil. And how dull." - Sean Connery, The Name of the Rose
sent på kveld. gikk ikke og la meg da jeg skulle - burde - burde ha skullet, jeg hadde lagt meg. også kom jeg til å tenke på sean connery i munkekutte. også hadde jeg ikke lagt meg likevel. jeg vet ikke hva det sier om meg, men det sier helt sikkert noe fordelaktig om munkekutter. dessuten: "din turnips!" er definitivt et undervurdert skjellsord. god dose god film god natt.
sent på kveld. gikk ikke og la meg da jeg skulle - burde - burde ha skullet, jeg hadde lagt meg. også kom jeg til å tenke på sean connery i munkekutte. også hadde jeg ikke lagt meg likevel. jeg vet ikke hva det sier om meg, men det sier helt sikkert noe fordelaktig om munkekutter. dessuten: "din turnips!" er definitivt et undervurdert skjellsord. god dose god film god natt.
Sunday, 4 September 2011
Went to see Captain America the other day, with friends. Occurred to self, and found this to be distractingly amusing, that Mr Smith (notorious computer foe of the Matrix) has been undergoing something of a make-over and resurfaces here as Mr Schmidt (über-evil scientifically enhanced villain). Certain parallels, that is to say. And on the topic of Hugo Weaving, who features in both roles, one has also been watching another fave film with this fave Aussie this very week:
"That's just what this country needs: a cock in a frock on a rock!"
Man, I love Priscilla. Quotability overload! (Also: intertextual, fandom-interconnected, mutually agreeing crossovers of randomness. Gotta love them too.)
"That's just what this country needs: a cock in a frock on a rock!"
Man, I love Priscilla. Quotability overload! (Also: intertextual, fandom-interconnected, mutually agreeing crossovers of randomness. Gotta love them too.)
Saturday, 3 September 2011
wenders's angels
marion (with damiel)
raphaela (with cassiel)
from der himmel über berlin & in weiter ferne so nah respectively, the famous berlin stories by wim wenders, who seems to have a thing for blond, angelic ladies in (gentlemen's) coats, subtly fancying professional angels in black with rhyming names. LOVE.
"At first it was sexy but now I'm just confused."
BEHOLD!!
...and made certain fans of both worlds rejoice in some proper multi-rock'n'roll-extravaganza. Thank you very much indeed.
À une passante
La rue assourdissante autour de moi hurlait.
Longue, mince, en grand deuil, douleur majestueuse,
Une femme passa, d'une main fastueuse
Soulevant, balançant le feston et l'ourlet;
Agile et noble, avec sa jambe de statue.
Moi, je buvais, crispé comme un extravagant,
Dans son oeil, ciel livide où germe l'ouragan,
La douceur qui fascine et le plaisir qui tue.
Un éclair... puis la nuit! — Fugitive beauté
Dont le regard m'a fait soudainement renaître,
Ne te verrai-je plus que dans l'éternité?
Ailleurs, bien loin d'ici! trop tard! jamais peut-être!
Car j'ignore où tu fuis, tu ne sais où je vais,
Ô toi que j'eusse aimée, ô toi qui le savais!
— Charles Baudelaire
chercher: fleursdumal.org
La rue assourdissante autour de moi hurlait.
Longue, mince, en grand deuil, douleur majestueuse,
Une femme passa, d'une main fastueuse
Soulevant, balançant le feston et l'ourlet;
Agile et noble, avec sa jambe de statue.
Moi, je buvais, crispé comme un extravagant,
Dans son oeil, ciel livide où germe l'ouragan,
La douceur qui fascine et le plaisir qui tue.
Un éclair... puis la nuit! — Fugitive beauté
Dont le regard m'a fait soudainement renaître,
Ne te verrai-je plus que dans l'éternité?
Ailleurs, bien loin d'ici! trop tard! jamais peut-être!
Car j'ignore où tu fuis, tu ne sais où je vais,
Ô toi que j'eusse aimée, ô toi qui le savais!
— Charles Baudelaire
My favourite dreams are always the ones in which you appear
amongst flowers and streets and I wish it would sound
much more like Baudelaire
When I can't even rhyme, I can't even paint, I can't hardly begin
I turn over a leaf and look up something French and at first
don't much fathom a thing
But you say there are visions in words that you'll find
I turn over a leaf and look up something French and at first
don't much fathom a thing
But you say there are visions in words that you'll find
When you pass from the streets and endeavour online
chercher: fleursdumal.org
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