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Chungking Express (1994)
--If movies are to amuse us, must they always have conclusions?--
People disappear
and reappear
without meaning
or warning.
People retreat.
People repeat.
People are incomplete.
Stories do not conclude
interlude leads to interlude.
In the absence of love
objects may amuse us--
soap with an eating disorder
a dishtowel that weeps,
conspicuous sunglasses
and the mysterious comings and goings
of fish in a fishbowl
are witness
to an incomplete loneliness.
Daily life
like a shimmering flow
of incomplete brushstrokes
speeds round us, nonstop
yet if we slice that
open, isn't everyone
sealed in, alone, in slow-mo
with their troubles
which they love so
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view trailer:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Yo_WlQ7OVSU
The Purpose of this Blog...
Originally, it was "To watch all the important films in World Cinema and write something intelligent in response."
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Originally, it was "To watch all the important films in World Cinema and write something intelligent in response."
It was an ambitious goal, and I was making some progress. I have slowed down considerably. This is still meant to be a blog of poetry about film. I may add some trivia or prose. I just added a poem about a cable series. It is an evolving project.
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Wednesday, November 18, 2009
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love this poem and the film.
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