Writers are forgetful,
but they remember everything.
They forget appointments and anniversaries,
but remember what you wore,
how you smelled,
on your first date…
They remember every story you’ve ever told them -
but forget what you’ve just said.
They don’t remember to water the plants
or take out the trash,
but they don’t forget how
to make you laugh.
Writers are forgetful
the important things.
Oh my god
Im in love with a writer
Movies Watched in 2012
138. Cremaster 1 (Matthew Barney, 1996)
It’s not often I sit down in a theater and become completely entranced by a film’s opening scene, but Matthew Barney’s Cremaster 1 got me. The entire film is pretty damn excellent - with the exception of some really terrible mid-nineties computer graphics - and the way it just throws genitalia at your face without actually exposing any nudity is perfect. Many of the scenes in this one play out just like a Busby Berkeley musical with a lot of segments reminiscent of Kubrick’s slow and silent work. Seriously - there’s not a line of dialogue in the movie and it’s all the better for it. Some might find a few moments a bit repetitive, but there’s something just truly appealing about simply watching these Goodyear women doing their thing - whether there are an abundance of sexual implications or not.
WARM SUNNY DAY OF NOV1
(Can you spot the little house?)
(c) Maffi Tafalla
Took this photo at Loyola Memorial Park