You don't have to be a Sinead O'Connor fan to enjoy this. From the film "In The Name Of The Father" (1994) the music video stars, aside from Sinead, Daniel Day Lewis and Pete Postlethwaite. As for the interrogation scene, it's about eight years ahead of Madonna's "Die Another Day" (2002).
Don't get me wrong. I like Madonna. And "Die Another Day", I think, is a great video, too.
Peace, people. And enjoy.
Wednesday, March 28, 2007
Saturday, March 24, 2007
The Story of Bonnie and Clyde
here's an excerpt from the poem that bonnie parker was supposed to have written shortly before they got killed.
The Story of Bonnie and Clyde
The road was so dimly lighted
There were no highway signs to guide
But they made up their minds if all roads were blind
They wouldn’t give up ‘till they died.
click here for the complete poem.
The Story of Bonnie and Clyde
The road was so dimly lighted
There were no highway signs to guide
But they made up their minds if all roads were blind
They wouldn’t give up ‘till they died.
click here for the complete poem.
Thursday, March 22, 2007
this is my battle
i did not bring this upon myself.
but if we're going to be technical about it
then, maybe, i did--
by both commission
and omission.
this is my battle.
truce has been used up.
there's no delaying the inevitable.
the lions and the dragons
have been released.
retreating is no longer an option.
it never was.
this is my battle.
i must fight it alone--
without an ally,
without any weapon,
without anything.
this is my battle.
i may not win.
but nobody will leave this arena unscathed.
but if we're going to be technical about it
then, maybe, i did--
by both commission
and omission.
this is my battle.
truce has been used up.
there's no delaying the inevitable.
the lions and the dragons
have been released.
retreating is no longer an option.
it never was.
this is my battle.
i must fight it alone--
without an ally,
without any weapon,
without anything.
this is my battle.
i may not win.
but nobody will leave this arena unscathed.
Monday, March 19, 2007
Wednesday, March 07, 2007
Psychosomatic Bullshit
I can't move my arms. I can't walk.
My back hurts.
My chest hurts.
My heart hurts.
I am a bag of lead.
My head burns with non-existent fever.
I am Atlas. I am the world.
I am carrying myself on my shoulders.
Saturday, March 03, 2007
lexicophilia*
my ever-loyal lover who sticks with me through thick and thin.
who sleeps with me and make love to me every night. and everytime we think nobody's looking. or, whenever we just feel like doing it. wherever.
we wake up together, and kiss right away--morning breaths and all.
and hands explore familiar territories hidden under the sheets. our arms, entwined. lips locked.
until i don't know anymore which are my lips, my limbs, my heart.
my soul.
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* lexicophilia - there is no such word. i just coined it because i couldn't find a more appropriate word / term. hey, if there's anyone out there who's thinking of using this word, let me know first. hah!
until i don't know anymore which are my lips, my limbs, my heart.
my soul.
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* lexicophilia - there is no such word. i just coined it because i couldn't find a more appropriate word / term. hey, if there's anyone out there who's thinking of using this word, let me know first. hah!
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