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lishesquex) wrote2009-02-13 02:59 pm
lishesquex) wrote2009-02-13 02:59 pm
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Yesterday I watched Water Lilies aka Naissance des pieuvres (2007). Short summary: Confused gay girl likes confused "straight" girl. Lots of angst and confusion follows. There's no happy ending, of course, but it was a good film. I liked this quote:
In one city I visited, the entire population had been wiped out by love three times in a row.
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It had started quietly enough, a few guitars in the moonlight, a few love-notes sent under cover of darkness. Then the mayor had fallen for a shop-girl and draped his chain of office over a public toilet. Then every single monk in the monastery was caught masturbating in front of a statue of Hildegard of Bingen. They ignored the call to prayer at five a.m. Indeed they ignored it for so long that the old man hired to ring the bell died of heart failure. He was still pulling at eight o'clock, and so were the monks.
*snicker*
The ceiling is probably the last thing most people see.I finished reading Jeanette Winterson's Sexing the Cherry. It didn't completely pwn my mind like Written on the Body and The Passion did. There were some really funny bits, though. Such as:
For at least 90% of people that die.
For sure.
And when you die, the last thing you see is printed in your eye. Like a photo.
Imagine the number of people with ceilings in their eyes.
In one city I visited, the entire population had been wiped out by love three times in a row.
...
It had started quietly enough, a few guitars in the moonlight, a few love-notes sent under cover of darkness. Then the mayor had fallen for a shop-girl and draped his chain of office over a public toilet. Then every single monk in the monastery was caught masturbating in front of a statue of Hildegard of Bingen. They ignored the call to prayer at five a.m. Indeed they ignored it for so long that the old man hired to ring the bell died of heart failure. He was still pulling at eight o'clock, and so were the monks.
*snicker*
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