i've done bad things to your heart. i've done them more than once. and you always come and forgive me, showing me that you truly are better than i. but forgiveness must come from me first, i should forgive myself, and i know that hasn't happened yet. heaven nor hell exists, but the closer thing to hell is living with the knowledge that i've broken your heart, and mine is still unharmed by you. so please, before continuing with our love, make me happy with the only eye-for-an-eye stupidity that will save this guilt... break my selfish heart to shattered pieces and let me forgive you.
i hope i forgive you.
Thursday, August 31, 2006
The Sacred Heart
Wednesday, August 30, 2006
Le Baiser by Joel-Peter Witkin
a kiss. just a simple kiss. a sign of beauty. a gesture of love.
joel-peter witkin has always worked with images that may be repugnant at first sight, but when the openminded decides to share a few seconds of understanding, then beauty unfolds, and the merely horrible becomes eternally charming.
in le baiser we find the heads of two men kissing... but they look alike. are they the heads of two elder twins kissing? a sign of brotherly love? incest perhaps? witkin's method for creating this work of art included cutting the head of the man's frail corpse and slicing it in half, so that he would have two mirror-like images of the same person's face, then coupling the two halves into an embraceful kiss. knowing this, then maybe the message could be about love for one's self.
as with all of witkin's work, the shocking effect is vital, but without sacrificing the quest for beauty. witkin showed me that beauty is everywhere... everywhere. in words, in light, in shadows, in people, in places, in the accepted, in the rejected, in you and in me. whenever i see his photographs and i realize that i no longer wish to turn away my face, i am no longer shocked, i am no longer disgusted by it... i understand that beauty is in me, and it's here to stay, and i see a work of art like le baiser just as it is...
... a kiss. just a simple kiss. a sign of beauty. a gesture of love.
Tuesday, August 29, 2006
Velvet Goldmine
beautiful movie. wonderful script. marvellous acting. great soundtrack. lovely memorable quotes:
Mandy Slade: It's funny how beautiful people are when they're walking out the door.
Mandy: Now, just because someone sees, you know, two naked people asleep in bed together, it doesn't necessarily prove sex was involved. It does, however, make for a very strong case.
Curt Wild: We set out to change the world... ended up just changing ourselves.
Curt: Listen, a real artist creates beautiful things and puts nothing of his own life into them, OK?
Brian Slade: Man is least himself when he talks in his own person... Give him a mask and he'll tell you the truth.
Brian: Rock and Roll is a prostitute, it should be tarted up.
Brian: There is suffering at the birth of a child just as there is suffering at the birth of a star.
england in the early 70s. the birth of glam-rock. wish i'd been there. well, actually... somehow i'm always there.
Monday, August 28, 2006
The words the heart dictates
a friend of mine recently published a blog about nina simone, and that forced me to search for my copy of david bowie's cover of wild is the wind, a song that nina also covered and, we could say, made her own. bowie in the mid 70s met nina simone and decided to make his own version of that wonderful song, originally recorded by johnny matthis. this song appeared in bowie's album station to station and it transmits all the desperation and emotion that bowie was experiencing at that moment, when his cocaine-filled persona was changing music in a way that nobody imagined.
i had not listened to it for some time and the first thing that came back to my mind was a particular line from the lyrics that bowie changed... or did he? one part of the song, in an acapella moment of glory, says "you're spring to me, all things to me ... don't you know you're life itself". beautiful lyrics that were part of the original song. but when bowie reprises those lines in the second part of the song, in a little more passionate and frenetic way, one can hear "you're spring to me, all things to me... don't you know your life... IT'S HELL".
numerous rumours abound about this specific line. did he actually say that? is it just a trick of sound? maybe somewhere these questions are answered, but i still haven't found them. i want it so bad to be "don't you know your life it's hell" because it's bowie making it his own, and it has such strong staying power in my mind... and that's when i realized that i don't have to find bowie to ask him what he said. in my heart that's what i hear, and that's what i want to hear. so that's it. there's nothing else to look for.
on a similar note, roy orbison's beautifully short epic running scared is the typical 60s teen drama, and orbison's malevolent grasp of emotion presents a detailed story of a man in love, but so afraid that his girl's former lover would appear, that he just can't bear imagining himself in that precise moment. at the end of the song, of course, the "enemy" appears and it's up to the girl to decide who to go with. in the last verse we hear "then all at once, he was standing there. so sure of himself, his head in the air. my heart was trembling, which one would it be... you turn around, and walk away with.........." and in that final word, in an operatic falsetto, orbison either says ME or HIM. i never really knew for a long time. in my heart i so wanted him to have said HIM, because i think it just goes with the emotion of the song; it's very powerful, and very sad and you can actually feel his fear, so a happy ending never seemed ideal for me. sadly, years later i found out that he actually sang ME. so yes, that shattered my dreams. i still hear it and sing it with the word HIM, because, like in bowie's case, that's what my heart sings, and what else should matter? luckily, in the 80s nick cave and the bad seeds recorded a version, and in their own desperate, angry and sad way, they changed the lyrics to fit my needs, with the last line being "you turn around and walk right out on me".
that's why, no matter what you tell me, i'll only hear what my heart understands, what it says. and yes, that stubborn attitude towards life can get you in a lot of trouble, but it can also get you in love... which is basically the same thing.
Friday, August 25, 2006
I heart zombies
Thursday, August 24, 2006
Love letter to an imaginary possible true love
i think i love you. no, wait. i do love you. i just said i "think" because i don't know if you love me. actually, i know you don't love me, but i don't want to say "i love you", because i know i won't be getting any love back from you... and that makes me depressed, although i know it's not correct. there's nothing wrong with being in love alone, i know that, and i have to face it. it happens everyday. i don't want to be in love with you all my life, unless of course you fall in love with me. do you think there's a chance of that happening? i really hope so, but i must admit i have this feeling that it'll never happen. but hey, never say never, right? yes, never say never. is it ok to say "always"? it has the same power as "never", so i guess i shouldn't be saying things like "i'll always love you". it's just as shallow. it makes me realize that nothing has staying power in this world. not you, not I, not this love that i feel. then, what's the point? isn't it sad that nothing is forever? i think that's sad. i think we should move on and see what lies ahead. i think there's a very tiny possibility of us being together in the future. i think we could be happy. i think maybe you would love me. and like i said before, i think i love you. yes, i think i love you.
Wednesday, August 23, 2006
Candy Darling by Peter Hujar
candy darling was one of andy warhol's superstars, known for her acting in such movies as flesh and women in revolt. she had a very simple rule: always look beautiful. this picture shows candy in her deathbed, and as you can see, death's threat wasn't a reason to stop wearing make-up and look exquisitely stunning.
this picture, taken by peter hujar, was used recently on the cover for antony and the johnsons' album i am a bird now. highly recommended.
the velvet underground's song candy says (later beautifully covered by depeche mode's martin gore) was inspired by her, and lou reed also mentions her name in his song walk on the wild side.
one quick look at the picture shows a beautiful woman in a bed. a close inspection reveals that she's in a hospital... and that's when everything makes sense. that's when we realize that peter had a purpose... beauty against death. we know who won.
Tuesday, August 22, 2006
John Cusack
in my eyes, john cusack is the archetypal romantic-comedy leading actor, basically because he's human, and I'm talking about the characters he plays in his movies. yes, he's done very dramatic films, and of course, he was in being john malcovich, but still, for me it's movies like say anything, better off dead, serendipity, one crazy summer and high fidelity that really stick to my heart.
the romantic-comedy genre has been dead for some time, and it's possible that it's always been dead, basically because they're not real. hugh jackman can't be in a romantic-comedy film, he's just not human, i can't buy his emotions. adam sandler - or anyone out of the cast of saturday night live - aren't human, they're too goofy and can't be taken seriously (although adam sandler was in punch-drunk love, a beautiful bizarre romantic-comedy, but that's another story). so, how can we really feel this should-be-easy-to-create combination of romance and comedy?
enter john cusack.
john cusack feels. he falls. he has his peaks. he's funny. he's cute (that helps, of course, but he's no hunk, no no). john cusack definitely expresses his desire to fulfill the "romantic" part of his role, without overusing the sexual forces of nature, and he doesn't rely on saccharine melancholy to try to seem like the ordinary man in this world.
life is not like in the movies. we've heard that a thousand times, and we know it, and everyday we which life would be like in films, but there's nothing we can do... except of course, if you're talking about a john cusack romantic-comedy. why can't it be like real life?... why can't real life be like his movies?
what i'm trying to say is that sometimes in my life, i've had to do the old zach-morris-breaking-the-fourth-wall routine... stop time, turn to the imaginary camera of my life, and say: "i've just had a john cusack moment." and that, my friends, is a simple thing that brings happiness to your life. because that's what life is about, a collection of little moments that, if done well, can be replayed in your mind like your favorite movies.
yes, i've had those moments. i've had my own little movie magic... and i was john cusack.
Monday, August 21, 2006
These foolish things... remind me of you
I woke up this morning with this song in my head , so I think it's appropiate to start my blog with it.
It was written by Harry Link, Holt Marvell and Jack Strachey in the mid 30s and although many people have sung it, including Billie Holiday, Frank Sinatra and Bing Crosby, it's Bryan Ferry's version that's stuck in my mind.
Hope you enjoy it.
These Foolish Things Lyrics
Oh will you never let me be?
Oh will you never set me free?
The ties that bound us, are still around us
There's no escape that I can see
And still those little things remain
That bring me happiness or pain
A cigarette that bears a lipstick's traces
An airline ticket to romantic places
And still my heart has wings
These foolish things... Remind me of you
A tinkling piano in the next apartment
Those stumbling words that told you what my heart meant
A fairground's painted swings
These foolish things... Remind me of you
You came, you saw, you conquered me
When you did that to me, I somehow knew that this had to be
The winds of March that make my heart a dancer
A telephone that rings - but who's to answer?
Oh, how the ghost of you clings
These foolish things... Remind me of you
Gardenia perfume lingring on a pillow
Wild strawberries only seven francs a kilo
And still my heart has wings
These foolish things... Remind me of you
I know that this was bound to be
These things have haunted me
For you've entirely enchanted me
The sigh of midnight trains in empty stations
Silk stockings thrown aside, dance invitations
Oh, how the ghost of you clings
These foolish things... Remind me of you
The smile of Garbo and the scent of roses
The waiters whistling as the last bar closes
The song that Crosby sings
These foolish things... Remind me of you
How strange, how sweet, to find you still
These things are dear to me
That seem to bring you so near to me
The scent of smouldering leaves, the wail of steamers
Two lovers on the street who walk like dreamers
Oh, how the ghost of you clings
These foolish things... Remind me of you, just you.
A telephone that rings - but who's to answer?
Oh, how the ghost of you clings
These foolish things... Remind me of you
Gardenia perfume lingring on a pillow
Wild strawberries only seven francs a kilo
And still my heart has wings
These foolish things... Remind me of you
I know that this was bound to be
These things have haunted me
For you've entirely enchanted me
The sigh of midnight trains in empty stations
Silk stockings thrown aside, dance invitations
Oh, how the ghost of you clings
These foolish things... Remind me of you
The smile of Garbo and the scent of roses
The waiters whistling as the last bar closes
The song that Crosby sings
These foolish things... Remind me of you
How strange, how sweet, to find you still
These things are dear to me
That seem to bring you so near to me
The scent of smouldering leaves, the wail of steamers
Two lovers on the street who walk like dreamers
Oh, how the ghost of you clings
These foolish things... Remind me of you, just you.
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