May 2012
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A Filmmaker on the Road
an interview with VINCENT MOON
a brief introduction:
Parisian-born Vincent Moon is an award-winning independent filmmaker, creating field-work music videos, experimental films, and documentaries. He has produced over 400 films, including his
April 2012
94 posts
There's going to come a day when we've all grown up, had a career, maybe got married and had kids, when were all going about our daily routine. Maybe you're driving to work with the car radio on, or you're making dinner with the tv on in the lounge. Life as usual, and then we hear a name. It's the name of the person you had a blog dedicated to when you were 16. The person you had posters of up on your bedroom wall, or as your desktop background. The person off that show you used to watch every week, as soon as it came out, or that band you used to love. The person from the cast of a movie that changed your life, or the character who you scrolled through page after page of fanfiction of. You haven't heard that name in a long time, and it brings everything back. And then the name is followed by three words you thought you'd never hear. Has Passed Away. And then you put down the potato peeler and lean back against your kitchen bench, or you pull over to the side of the road, and tears are streaming down your face. And all over the world, there are people who used to be just like you, with tears marking their cheeks and sobs forcing their way out of their throat, because they remember. Because fandoms never really die out. We never really move on. We never really forget.
“This year, the man who planned [the Osama Bin Laden] mission, Vice Adm. William McRaven, was virtually ignored at table No. 46, his medals mounted on his tuxedo jacket, as Kardashian, Lohan and George Clooney were mobbed across the room.”
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White House correspondents’ dinner: Where Hollywood, Capitol Hill shine | Washington Post (by Dan Zak)
I think this sums things up.
(via imwithkanye)
i’m with imwithkanye on this.
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(an email from a friend)
“Last night, I stepped out of the office at midnight and I saw the moon, it was this reddish golden crescent. Sharply curved and low in the sky, I don’t know if it wavered or if I did. But there it was. There you were. Swaying in the sky.”
midnight talismans. the creatures that love me.
the creatures that i love.
“Re-examine all you have been told at school or church or in any book, dismiss whatever insults your own soul, and your very flesh shall be a great poem.”
—Walt Whitman (via elige)
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“…my life is going to work out because I’m starting to put the pieces together in an intentional way.”
“Poetry holds the knowledge that we are alive and that we know we’re going to die. The most mysterious aspect of being alive might be that — and poetry knows that.”
—In honor of National Poetry Month, we’re replaying our interview with poet Marie Howe tomorrow. (via nprfreshair)
“We don’t receive wisdom; we must discover it for ourselves after a journey that no one can take for us or spare us.”
— Marcel Proust (via elige)
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“People are like stained-glass windows. They sparkle and shine when the sun is out, but when the darkness sets in, their true beauty is revealed only if there is a light from within.”
― Elisabeth Kübler-Ross
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“It seems that these people believe that until the federal Storm Troopers knock down the doors of their homes and drag them off to gulags, they have lost no freedoms. Nothing could be further from the truth.”
—Chuck Baldwin, The Baltimore Chronicle (via elige)
“‘Maybe…you’ll fall in love with me all over again.’
‘Hell,’ I said, ‘I love you enough now. What do you want to do? Ruin me?’
‘Yes. I want to ruin you.’
‘Good,’ I said. ‘That’s what I want too.’” —Ernest Hemingway, A Farewell to Arms (via boxofoctaves)
‘Hell,’ I said, ‘I love you enough now. What do you want to do? Ruin me?’
‘Yes. I want to ruin you.’
‘Good,’ I said. ‘That’s what I want too.’” —Ernest Hemingway, A Farewell to Arms (via boxofoctaves)
“But Mole stood still a moment, held in thought. As one wakened suddenly from a beautiful dream, who struggles to recall it, but can recapture nothing but a dim sense of the beauty in it, the beauty! Till that, too, fades away in its turn, and the dreamer bitterly accepts the hard, cold waking and all its penalties.”
—Kenneth Grahame, The Wind in the Willows (via farewell-kingdom)
“If you but knew the flames that burn in me which I attempt to beat down with my reason.”
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Alexander Pushkin (via farewell-kingdom)
Naturally…it’s an Aries sorta thing.
