Friday, August 25, 2006

edwards drive-in

the discreet charm of the bourgeoisie, directed by luis bunuel is like watching a surrealist painting come to life in a way. it's a comedy, but it never points that out. the characters all take themselves very seriously and the second half of the movie seems to end and start again three or four times. the movie goes after the hypocracy of the upper class and elitism that is taken for granted as a right. there's a recurring scene that reminded me of "waiting for godot" and another character who tells stories that reminded me of the obsession commercials from the 1980's. this is my favorite film that I've discovered in a long time. it doesn't seem like much for a while and by the end of the movie you find yourself trying to figure out how he put it together. it feels like he made exactly the film he set out to make and yet I'm not sure I completely understand what the movie is about. definitely worth seeing.

Friday, August 18, 2006

that was the year...

that was the year I used neapolitan ice cream for soap. mostly I smelled of strawberry
from a gun. straight. dangling into the head, ticket it as a chocolate
insomnia.
I grew a beard, or maybe it was like television and it grew me. either way, tasty. okay,
and none of it vanilla, except you with your camera eyes seeming so fast. so
slow. making their way each morning. a tri-color. a brick. a melting in the
unexpected tell me that you’ll never do.
sometimes when. or standing out in the rain of your resistance. when you get caught
trying to smell me from a distance. it’s then that I wonder if you know that
I know. cut or scooped. either way. on me.