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What We Do in the Shadows
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- Written by: Rod Boyle
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Monday night off and there isn't a bar in the city worth attending. But there was this:
What We Do In The Shadows - a brilliant New Zealand mockumentary playing at Eau Claire, only cinema in town, and it's definitely a 5 star piece. Written by and starring Jemaine Clement (Flight of the Conchords) it provides a hilarious and unconventional (yet oddly still conventional) take on the maladapted vampires of Wellington, New Zealand.
5/5 Stars, view the trailer here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Cv568AzZ-i8
Saturday Night Off
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- Written by: Rod Boyle
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So the owner approaches me and offers me a Saturday night off. It's been forever since I've had a weekend (ish) off, with cash in my pocket, we're trying out a couple of new waitresses, and so I pounce....
Saturday Morning. A Saturday Night Off.....I'm a waiter (at the moment) - this never happens, never, ever, ever,....what to do? What to do?
And my head is reeling with the possibilities...
I'm sober, 2 days, and so I'm a little bit quicker on the draw than I should be, probably...
The possibilities, the possibilities....All morning, afternoon, considering...
In the end they collapse - as they must - and I take the boy to see "Famous Puppet Death Scenes" at the Grand (3rd time for me), after which we head over to the Loose Moose Theater to take in the "Cinema of Regret". A long day, night, of high expectations that in the end were poorly met, a fall-on-your-face flat sort of Saturday off. Nothing could have lived up to the anticipation...
Tonight I can write the saddest lines - Pablo Neruda
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Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
Write, for example,'The night is shattered
and the blue stars shiver in the distance.'
The night wind revolves in the sky and sings.
Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.
Through nights like this one I held her in my arms
I kissed her again and again under the endless sky.
She loved me sometimes, and I loved her too.
How could one not have loved her great still eyes.
Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
To think that I do not have her. To feel that I have lost her.
To hear the immense night, still more immense without her.
And the verse falls to the soul like dew to the pasture.
What does it matter that my love could not keep her.
The night is shattered and she is not with me.
This is all. In the distance someone is singing. In the distance.
My soul is not satisfied that it has lost her.
My sight searches for her as though to go to her.
My heart looks for her, and she is not with me.
The same night whitening the same trees.
We, of that time, are no longer the same.
I no longer love her, that's certain, but how I loved her.
My voice tried to find the wind to touch her hearing.
Another's. She will be another's. Like my kisses before.
Her voide. Her bright body. Her inifinite eyes.
I no longer love her, that's certain, but maybe I love her.
Love is so short, forgetting is so long.
Because through nights like this one I held her in my arms
my soul is not satisfied that it has lost her.
Though this be the last pain that she makes me suffer
and these the last verses that I write for her.
As The World Burns: 50 Simple Things You Can Do To Stay In Denial
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And I picked this up at the Flea Market, a Graphic Novel, attracted by the environmental themes and rough graphic style, I can imagine that with a little (or probably a lot) of practice my style might approach it. "For the daughter" I tell myself - because, indeed, I think she'll like it, but as she's still a few months away I pass the time by reading it.
And it's brilliant. By brilliant I mean it uncovers and reveals the complex layers, motivations and consequences of the ecological abyss we are plummeting into. And it's a bit hard-hitting, but the truth is, and it doesn't satisfy itself with the conventional media platitudes of "reuse, recycle...", it attacks the corporations, governments and institutions that are promoting the destruction of the planet, and raises complex philosophical issues of how domesticated, indeed zombified, by corporate and consumer culture, we are, and how we rebel against doing small and necessary evils to prevent larger ones...
It tackles in uncomfortable ways our passive and impotent attitudes towards the destruction of our planet, and raises up a call to arms...Genius. It's not a happy book, but unless you've been on Prozac the past hundred years, it's not a happy world.
AS THE WORLD BURNS: 50 Simple Things You Can Do To Stay In Denial - By Derrick Jensen & Stephanie McMillan. 5/5 Stars, and kudos for them for having the courage to write a book that calls it like it is and probably hasn't sold that well. I'm hoping the daughter loves it as much as I have.
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