Aralık 2011
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i want to create worlds bizarre worlds, made of aether and taffeta and gilt and negative space and then melt them until they all flow into each other and you can’t distinguish anything from anything else i want to invent new names for everything and sanctify names i want names to be secret, intimate
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Thanks to art, instead of seeing one world only, our own, we see that world multiply itself and we have at our disposal as many worlds as there are original artists, worlds more different one from the other than those which revolve in infinite space, worlds which, centuries after the extinction of the fire from which their light first emanated, whether it is called Rembrandt or Vermeer, send us...
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things i will do when i am done with everything: read the poetry of the German expressionists, write a letter for the ages and send it to Auckland, continue my quest through world cinema, read more Baudelaire and less Shakespeare, find a lover, go dancing with Shinji, stop estranging myself from everyone, stop relieving anxiety through microblogging
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The Appeal of Marilyn Monroe or Why American Sex Culture Revolts Me Look!! I am painted white! (White is the colour of purity, even my hair is white!! I am so pure!) But really no I have been a very bad girl, done all sorts of things (pout!) Teach me how to be a good girl again, Tommy, teach me! (you can spank me! I after all have been so very bad.)
I’m not all that I appear ;) I know...
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only befriend me if you’re okay with only hanging out in cinematically elegant mise-en-scènes with film soundtracks playing loudly all the time with three different kinds of light shining on us from different angles
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Bang Bang by Dalida
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Nocturne N° 19, Opus 72, N° 1 by Frédéric...