myheart

someone to go to parks with
at night, under extremely tall baseball field lamps
to go on long walks with
preferably with a vehicle
so we can drive to the city beaches at night when it’s cold
and stick our heads out the windows when we’re going fast down a busy street
on a friday or saturday night when there are a lot of people out at bars and dance clubs
and we’ll say we don’t understand why they do that,
put themselves through that,
when you can drink at home and dance in the streets,
and we’ll say we understand why dogs do this, this sticking their heads out the windows business
and we should do it at least once a week to keep our spirits up, you know
someone to go to libraries with
and museums of natural history
someone who doesn’t have other people and doesn’t want other people and someone who doesn’t get sad or angry and someone who doesn’t get disappointed in me
someone who doesn’t care about wasting gas or time or energy
someone who is a book person and doesn’t want to talk about it
someone who is not far away, preferably in the northwest suburban chicago region,
just so when we’d call each other late at night it wouldn’t be long a long wait after saying, “let’s just fucking go somewhere, man”
(it doesn’t matter where, i promise, really, i’m not all that picky)
someone to exchange mix cds with and talk about airplanes and write things on the sides of buildings with, someone who responds instantly, and with rapture—
and someone who is quiet and honest and not someone to have sex with, not even to make out with,
someone who knows things, wonderful, terrible, fantastic things.

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city of glass
p auster, p karasik, d mazzucchelli

2009-11-06

When you’ve fallen on the highway
and you’re lying in the rain,
and they ask you how you’re doing
of course you’ll say you can’t complain —
If you’re squeezed for information,
that’s when you’ve got to play it dumb:
You just say you’re out there waiting
for the miracle, for the miracle to come.

- leonard cohen

2009-11-03

2009-11-02

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2009-10-28

amor.

2009-10-27

I believe that the purpose of drama is not to let you go home feeling reassured. That was never its purpose, even as far back as the Greek tragedies. Every film is manipulative, raping the viewer. So the question is: Why do I rape the viewer? I try to rape him into being reflective, and into being intellectually independent and seeing his role in the game of manipulation. I believe in his intelligence. At its best, film should be like a ski jump. It should give the viewer the option of taking flight, while the act of jumping is left up to him.

Michael Haneke