~ the evolution of dreams ~
December 31, 2004,5:25 p.m.
rawr.
that's my head, after watching godard. so much philosophy. beautiful but head-wrenching. it's a circular movie that makes me feel like i'm spinning circles around it.
ohhhhhhh need more caffeine.
here is an attempt to redeem my post: a quote from anne carson's autobiography of red, chosen at random.
from pg 63
...The world had gone black and bulbous. Shiny ropes of old lava
rose and fell in every direction
around the car which had come to a halt. Most volcanic rock is basalt.
If it is dark and blocky that means
very little silica in the composition (so the Encyclopaedia Brittanica).
Very little silica in the composition,
said Geryon as he climbed out. Then the rock silenced him.
It pitched away on all sides
utterly blank except for one crazed blackish unit of intraplate light
bouncing from rock to rock
as if looking for lost kin.
ohhhhhhh need more caffeine.
here is an attempt to redeem my post: a quote from anne carson's autobiography of red, chosen at random.
from pg 63
...The world had gone black and bulbous. Shiny ropes of old lava
rose and fell in every direction
around the car which had come to a halt. Most volcanic rock is basalt.
If it is dark and blocky that means
very little silica in the composition (so the Encyclopaedia Brittanica).
Very little silica in the composition,
said Geryon as he climbed out. Then the rock silenced him.
It pitched away on all sides
utterly blank except for one crazed blackish unit of intraplate light
bouncing from rock to rock
as if looking for lost kin.
,3:06 p.m.
Part I in the Space Adventures of Molly & Saf
Super Calvin grins in gleeful delight as he zooms in between spacedebris with expert manoeuvres.
'The Hobbes-Machine is *awesome* sinceI put in that new fuel injector!' exclaims Super Calvin to himself.
He adjusts his space goggles and leaves the pod of space garbage behind. Flying at pronto speed, Super Calvin soon enters a galaxy known as Extension of The Cadbury Milky Way, a galaxy including the red gobstopper planet Mars and the rotting, but still bluish, planet Earth.
Super Calvin careens into the galaxy and hovers close to Earth,examining the progress of deterioration. 'Man, this planet *sucks*,'mutters Calvin. 'And it stinks too.' He flies past a funny-looking shoe-shaped country and ends up over what the animals on this planet call North America. Specifically, Super Calvin is lingering over the little-known Canada, by Lake Ontario, just above the biggest city of the country. (Toronto. In case you didn't know.)
Calvin turns on his radio and starts to groove.
*Meanwhile*, down on Earth, a phone conversation is taking place.
SAF (confused): Molly! Do you hear that?
MOLLY: No, Saf, what are you talking about?
SAF: I can hear these voices. I think aliens from Pluto are tryingto contact us!!
MOLLY: Really? You can hear alien voices?
SAF: Yeah!! You can't hear it?
*Meanwhile*, Super Calvin is picking up fragments of this phone conversation on his radio waves. He quickly locates the source of these odd voices uttering gutteral inanities, and sends a tracker beam down to Brunswick Ave and RJ residence on Charles Street.
Saf and Molly suddenly feel their skins pricking and their hair beginning to stand up.
MOLLY: Whoa!! Saf!!! What's happening??
SAF: EEEEK!! Molly, I'm being pulled off the ground!
MOLLY: Me toooooooooooo!!!!!
(Both yell as they're pulled out of their houses and torn throughspace at unbelievably unbelievably fast speeds).
Super Calvin jams his tracker beam to full blast and pulls the two girls safely into Hobbes' transportation compartment (the tip of his tail). Then he does a quick tail-spin and zips around, blasting off from Earth.
*Meanwhile*, Molly and Saf are stuck in Hobbes' tail, and are just in time to peek out the window of his white stripes to see Planet Earth with its Hersheys Kisses Stars receding fast into the distance. The two girls look at each other with wide eyes and turn in the other direction. Red, scintillating Gobstopper Mars is getting closer and closer. Will Super Calvin stop on Mars or will he go past it and take Molly and Saf to his neighbouring galaxy, light-years away from Earth and the Extension of the Cadbury Milky Way? And what exactly does he have in mind for these two? What sort of evil experiments does he have up his (not very big or impressive) sleeve?
Super Calvin continues to fly Hobbes to the groovy rhythms of his favourite space station. Molly and Saf watch galaxies and planets flash by as they get farther and farther from Planet Earth and all that is familiar. And unbeknownst to all of them, something is getting closer and closer to the cute, striped Hobbes-Machine spaceship.....
TO BE CONTINUED....................
© sak
'The Hobbes-Machine is *awesome* sinceI put in that new fuel injector!' exclaims Super Calvin to himself.
He adjusts his space goggles and leaves the pod of space garbage behind. Flying at pronto speed, Super Calvin soon enters a galaxy known as Extension of The Cadbury Milky Way, a galaxy including the red gobstopper planet Mars and the rotting, but still bluish, planet Earth.
Super Calvin careens into the galaxy and hovers close to Earth,examining the progress of deterioration. 'Man, this planet *sucks*,'mutters Calvin. 'And it stinks too.' He flies past a funny-looking shoe-shaped country and ends up over what the animals on this planet call North America. Specifically, Super Calvin is lingering over the little-known Canada, by Lake Ontario, just above the biggest city of the country. (Toronto. In case you didn't know.)
Calvin turns on his radio and starts to groove.
*Meanwhile*, down on Earth, a phone conversation is taking place.
SAF (confused): Molly! Do you hear that?
MOLLY: No, Saf, what are you talking about?
SAF: I can hear these voices. I think aliens from Pluto are tryingto contact us!!
MOLLY: Really? You can hear alien voices?
SAF: Yeah!! You can't hear it?
*Meanwhile*, Super Calvin is picking up fragments of this phone conversation on his radio waves. He quickly locates the source of these odd voices uttering gutteral inanities, and sends a tracker beam down to Brunswick Ave and RJ residence on Charles Street.
Saf and Molly suddenly feel their skins pricking and their hair beginning to stand up.
MOLLY: Whoa!! Saf!!! What's happening??
SAF: EEEEK!! Molly, I'm being pulled off the ground!
MOLLY: Me toooooooooooo!!!!!
(Both yell as they're pulled out of their houses and torn throughspace at unbelievably unbelievably fast speeds).
Super Calvin jams his tracker beam to full blast and pulls the two girls safely into Hobbes' transportation compartment (the tip of his tail). Then he does a quick tail-spin and zips around, blasting off from Earth.
*Meanwhile*, Molly and Saf are stuck in Hobbes' tail, and are just in time to peek out the window of his white stripes to see Planet Earth with its Hersheys Kisses Stars receding fast into the distance. The two girls look at each other with wide eyes and turn in the other direction. Red, scintillating Gobstopper Mars is getting closer and closer. Will Super Calvin stop on Mars or will he go past it and take Molly and Saf to his neighbouring galaxy, light-years away from Earth and the Extension of the Cadbury Milky Way? And what exactly does he have in mind for these two? What sort of evil experiments does he have up his (not very big or impressive) sleeve?
Super Calvin continues to fly Hobbes to the groovy rhythms of his favourite space station. Molly and Saf watch galaxies and planets flash by as they get farther and farther from Planet Earth and all that is familiar. And unbeknownst to all of them, something is getting closer and closer to the cute, striped Hobbes-Machine spaceship.....
TO BE CONTINUED....................
© sak
,2:49 p.m.
blink, blink
groan. i just got up and i feel like i've been run over by a bulldozer. black tea, please STEEP. ok i have to analyse eloge de l'amour before tony gets back from work.
it's december 31st :O
Happy New Year everyone!
Oh yes, I will post the first part of the Adventures of Molly & Saf (and the subsequent adventures will follow, shortly.)
it's december 31st :O
Happy New Year everyone!
Oh yes, I will post the first part of the Adventures of Molly & Saf (and the subsequent adventures will follow, shortly.)
December 30, 2004,11:20 p.m.
a little bit more + a poem
since i've been reading so much i haven't been outside for a day and a half - a situation that is always more likely to make me depressed than anything else. i think my body just ends up screaming 'FRESH AIR!!' and so i can't do anything but obey. the weather today (and will be, supposedly, for the next few days) was gorgeously warm. i love the world when everything is melting. it feels like spring. (in january. *n*u*t*s*). but everything is stained a darker colour, it's like the world is painted. i like the contrast of the snow against the darkened pavement, the huge glassy puddles that border sidewalks (and make it impossible for adults to cross the street in a straight line.)
ok i'm going to post a poem (tony is going to help me choose it) and then i'm gonna hit the sack. mhmmm.
oh yes, MOLLY, if you read this, I WILL POST OUR ADVENTURES. AND MORE. and also, molly, COME BACK!!!!!!! WE MISS YOU!!!
alrighty. ze poem.
it is
summer.
we have met,
inside a miracle.
you dance outside my body,
the rifle of air and passion
suffocating my existence.
every flower screams
its colour to the world,
shooting me in practised precision.
the sun melts my being
and erupts my resistance -
i am no longer imprisoned:
the fire of this blossoming world
has released me,
with enfuried desire.
© sak
ok i'm going to post a poem (tony is going to help me choose it) and then i'm gonna hit the sack. mhmmm.
oh yes, MOLLY, if you read this, I WILL POST OUR ADVENTURES. AND MORE. and also, molly, COME BACK!!!!!!! WE MISS YOU!!!
alrighty. ze poem.
it is
summer.
we have met,
inside a miracle.
you dance outside my body,
the rifle of air and passion
suffocating my existence.
every flower screams
its colour to the world,
shooting me in practised precision.
the sun melts my being
and erupts my resistance -
i am no longer imprisoned:
the fire of this blossoming world
has released me,
with enfuried desire.
© sak
,11:15 p.m.
meanderings & adventures (of a sort)
this blog is an extension of my website, oneira. i have a journal section on the website and was trying to figure out how to archive my entries when my friend c suggested (o brilliant one) that i start a blog and link it from my journal webpage. so, here it is! i am not exactly used to the idea of 'blogging' yet but i expect it will slowly sink in. so far i have 4 full sentences so i think i'm doing ok.
right now i'm not doing anything particularly exciting - i have three 15 - 20 page papers left to do for january which i am procrastinating about. right now i am working on my first 15 page paper of the three i have to do. this one for a course on jean-luc godard (a french filmmaker) who made most of his films during the 60s, although he has been prolific in television and short films from the 70s to the present. i sound like i'm writing the bloody paper already. (although there is NO WAY i will explain WHO jean-luc godard is to the prof. guaranteed.)
today i finished reading the huge biography colin mccabe wrote on godard and afterwards i went to pick up eloge de l'amour (the film i will probably analyse for this essay) and since i was right across the street from chapters....
40 minutes later i walked out with a collection of neruda's poems and the only book i didn't own written by anne carson (plainwater, for those of you who are curious.) i can't wait to read it. but i will be good and do my work first. oh yes.
my website is http://www.geocities.com/cobaltwinterseas/
right now i'm not doing anything particularly exciting - i have three 15 - 20 page papers left to do for january which i am procrastinating about. right now i am working on my first 15 page paper of the three i have to do. this one for a course on jean-luc godard (a french filmmaker) who made most of his films during the 60s, although he has been prolific in television and short films from the 70s to the present. i sound like i'm writing the bloody paper already. (although there is NO WAY i will explain WHO jean-luc godard is to the prof. guaranteed.)
today i finished reading the huge biography colin mccabe wrote on godard and afterwards i went to pick up eloge de l'amour (the film i will probably analyse for this essay) and since i was right across the street from chapters....
40 minutes later i walked out with a collection of neruda's poems and the only book i didn't own written by anne carson (plainwater, for those of you who are curious.) i can't wait to read it. but i will be good and do my work first. oh yes.
my website is http://www.geocities.com/cobaltwinterseas/