Sunday, November 29, 2009
Wednesday, November 25, 2009
Sunday, November 22, 2009
Thursday, November 19, 2009
JOEL: I remember that speech really well.
CLEMENTINE: I had you pegged, didn't I?
JOEL: You had the whole human race pegged.
JOEL: I still thought you were going to save me. Even after that.
CLEMENTINE: I know.
~~from Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind, script by Charlie Kaufman
Wednesday, November 18, 2009
Saturday, November 7, 2009
I see a light, but no fire. Is this what my life is to be like?
Better to head for the grave.
A messenger comes, the grief-courier, and the message is that the woman you love is in her house alone, and wants you to come now while it is still night.
Clouds unbroken, rain, all night, all night. I don't understand these wild impulses - what is happening to me?
A lightning flash is followed by deeper melancholy. I stumble around inside looking for the path the night wants me to take.
Light, where is the light? Light the fire, if you have desire!
Thunder, rushing wind, nothingness. Black night, black stone.
Don't let your whole life go by in the dark.
Evidently, the only way to find the path is to set fire to my own life.
Wednesday, November 4, 2009
We might fall.
Come to the edge.
It's too high!
COME TO THE EDGE!
And they came
And he pushed
And they flew.
Monday, November 2, 2009
No one asked her who
No one asked her how
The worse words are those left unsaid.
They slipped her a pill
A smile and a touch,
"Trust us, we've done this before."
But she hadn't done this before.
She sat in his car
And drove to a place they called home
But it was never hers
Never really hers
She was a temporary resident in his land.
She slipped into a pill
And comforted him with a smile and a touch
"Trust me, I've done this before."
She didn't say who
She didn't say how
The worse tears are those left unshed.
Rung by rung
The pulsing rhythm
Sears through each layer
Of flesh and thought.
Weaving synaptic webs
Of abandoned dreams.
Sleep brings forth
People long dead,
Faces that no eyes ever beheld.
Columns of bone
House fantasies of freedom
Movement without pain.
A dance of promise
Twirls up and out
Down and in
Around and around.
But she remembers
What he forgets.