|—||Six Word Story|
|—||(In the heart’s chapel the choir loft catches fire!) - Vladimir Vladimirovich Mayakovsky|
When great trees fall,
rocks on distant hills shudder,
lions hunker down
in tall grasses,
and even elephants
lumber after safety.
When great trees fall
small things recoil into silence,
eroded beyond fear.
When great souls die,
the air around us becomes
light, rare, sterile.
We breathe, briefly.
Our eyes, briefly,
a hurtful clarity.
Our memory, suddenly sharpened,
gnaws on kind words
Great souls die and
our reality, bound to
them, takes leave of us.
dependent upon their
now shrink, wizened.
Our minds, formed
and informed by their
We are not so much maddened
as reduced to the unutterable ignorance
of dark, cold
And when great souls die,
after a period peace blooms,
slowly and always
irregularly. Spaces fill
with a kind of
soothing electric vibration.
Our senses, restored, never
to be the same, whisper to us.
They existed. They existed.
We can be. Be and be
better. For they existed.”
Maya Angelou, Celebrations: Rituals of Peace And Prayer
When Great Trees Fall
177. 2/3/14 - Kill Your Darlings (2013)
178. 2/8/14 - Haywire (2011)
179. 2/9/14 - Smokin’ Aces (2006)
180. 2/18/14 - The Interpreter (2005)
181. 2/19/14 - American Dreamz (2006) (This is probably the worst movie I have ever seen.)
182. 2/20/14 - Rebel Without A Cause (1955)
183. 2/21/14 - Erin Brockovich (2000)
184. 3/20/14 - Things We Lost in the Fire (2007)
185. 4/15/14 - 4/18/14 - Glee: Season 4 (2012-2013)
186. 4/19/14 - The Grand Budapest Hotel (2014)
|—||David Foster Wallace, The Pale King|
The Hours (2002) - Train Station Scene
Virginia Woolf: I’m dying in this town.
Leonard Woolf: If you were thinking clearly, Virginia, you would recall it was London that brought you low.
Virginia Woolf: If I were thinking clearly? If I were thinking clearly?
Leonard Woolf: We brought you to Richmond to give you peace.
Virginia Woolf: If I were thinking clearly, Leonard, I would tell you that I wrestle alone in the dark, in the deep dark, and that only I can know. Only I can understand my condition. You live with the threat, you tell me you live with the threat of my extinction. Leonard, I live with it too.
Virginia Woolf: This is my right; it is the right of every human being. I choose not the suffocating anesthetic of the suburbs, but the violent jolt of the Capital, that is my choice. The meanest patient, yes, even the very lowest is allowed some say in the matter of her own prescription. Thereby she defines her humanity.
Virginia Woolf: I wish, for your sake, Leonard, I could be happy in this quietness. But if it is a choice between Richmond and death, I choose death.