nincubus

When I saw the credits, all I could think was "that piece of crap was directed by Jeunet??!!" It's definitely pretty, but Joss Whedon should've stuck to Buffy-type stuff.

Well, taken completely out of context, I'd have to say that I agree with both of the first two quotes, wholeheartedly. And if you'd like to discuss that, send me a note.

Yeah, there is no spoon, as they say in The Matrix. I think it's kind of the same as the selling out argument: you can't really sell out if you've always been a corporate whore, and if you're always yourself, then you didn't sell out.

yeah, it was a minimal fight. he was upset that i didn't know how long we had been together. ha. just remind me that i'm the girl, okay?

the books i checked out were deep vegetarianism, living with meat eaters, and other veggie reads. i first checked them out for recreational reading but then i had to do a research project. whawhawha....

anime, huh? guam is wild about this stuff.

it's beautiful.
it is.
you should have told her a stupid comment about the stinky guy on the bus. i'm sure it would have brought a smile to her face.
well, if not, it would have for me.
that has to count for something.

As a silly Libra, I tend to swing from one extreme to the other, so yeah, I've been on both sides of the "sad writer" dichotomy and I'm still wondering what to do with it. Leonard Cohen is STILL a sad writer, and he's 70 freaking years old! However, he does seem to know how to laugh at things, sometimes, which is why he's great.

Well, that and the fact that he wrote this, which cracks me up because he's still thinking about women even when he's supposed to be meditating:

Early Morning at Mt. Baldy

Alarm awakened me at 2:30 a.m.:
got into my robes
kimono and hakama
modelled after the 12th-century
archer's costume:
on top of this the koroma
a heavy outer garment
with impossibly large sleeves:
on top of this the ruksu
a kind of patchwork bib
which incorporates an ivory disc:
and finally the four-foot
serpentine belt
that twists into a huge handsome knot
resembling a braided challah
and covers the bottom of the ruksu:
all in all
about 20 pounds of clothing
which I put on quickly
at 2:30 a.m.
over my enormous hard-on

No I don't.

I used to try, but I didn't have much talent so I went back to my first language. I think that's an interesting question though. As a matter of fact, I believe my inability to write in English depends on the the particular specificities of french and english poetry. Us french writers tend to rely much more on ideas and the abstract images they relate, while english writers are usually much more sensorial in their expression. Doesn't stop me from having a couple of favorite english writers, but it's just not *my* cup of tea.

Now I could try to make translations, but not much more, useful to get an idea of the text, but rarely as powerful as the original when it comes to musicality.

Alright, I wrote too much, have a good day Val.

[Edited on May 30, 2006 3:38PM]

Ah. I wondered, since I do have a li'l magazine that accepts poetry, but I am not terribly good at reading French. Maybe you should start a zine?