Tuesday, December 02, 2003

wish you were her(e)







December

What lips my lips have kissed and where and why.
I have forgotten.
And what arms here lain under my head til morning.
But the rain is full of ghosts tonight, that tap and sigh upon the glass & listen for reply.
And in my heart there stirs a quiet pain...
for unremembered lasses
that not again will turn to me @ midnight with a cry...




"Jared had been terrified by an old supposedly bottomless quarry near his house, & that image often came to mind when he thought about the depth and vastness of Laura's need. She required so much love, her childhood stunted by some sort of emotional malnutrition, & he'd grown more & more unhappy & finally, angry as he discovered his inability to deliver enough of it. Somehow, the worse he felt, the worse he behaved"


"..he liked to watch her at parties, eavesdrop on her conversations with other men. At these times she seemed more like the woman he had proposed to than the one with whom he watched the 11 o'clock news.."



Music: Telepopmusik, Everything but the girl, Coldplay, Endorphin, Billy Bragg, Underground Lovers, Wyclef Jean, Afghan Whigs, Fatboy Slim (live dj sets)

Films: 37.2 le matin (Betty Blue) , The Breakfast Club, Amelie, Pulp Fiction, Spoorloos, Gallipoli

Books: Le petit Prince, B Monkey,Tuesdays with Morrie, Dastgah, The consolations of Philosophy & ANY Alain de Botton! + any Kinky Friedman, Tony Parsons, Nick Hornby



Friday night I'm going nowhere
All the lights are changing green to red.
Saturday I'm running wild
And all the lights are changing red to green
Moving through the crowd I'm pushing
Chemicals all rushing thru my bloodstream
Only wish that you were her(e)


"Baart schoonheid liefde of baart liefde schoonheid? Hield ik van ChloƩ omdat ze mooi was of was ze mooi omdat ik van haar hield? Omringd door een oneindig aantal mensen kunnen we ons afvragen (starend naar onze geliefde terwijl die aan de telefoon is of tegenover ons in bad ligt) waarom ons verlangen zich juist aan dit gezicht heeft gehecht, deze mond, deze neus, dit oor, waarom deze ronding van de hals of dit kuiltje in de wang zo precies aan onze criteria van perfectie is gaan voldoen. Elk van onze geliefden biedt een andere oplossing voor het probleem van de schoonheid, maar slaagt er toch in onze amoureuze esthetica opnieuw te definiƫren op een manier die even oorspronkelijk en even persoonlijk is als het landschap van zijn of haar gezicht."