The Monday Poem: The Detained of Release Comes In by Jay Snelling

The Detained of Release Comes In

 

The extremist’s

offices of thinking show a protester carrying a condemned bottle of the

sacred film.

Your people, and then theirs and all of the political elite are in attendance at the dawn. Despite this, they are very loudly asking for the film

and causing quite an affront.

 

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#thedetainedofreleasecomesin, #themondaypoem

The Monday Poem – I’ll Reinvent the Rose for You by Louis Aragon

This week’s poem is Louis Aragon’s I’ll Reinvent the Rose for You. I hope you enjoy it…

I’ll Reinvent the Rose for You

I’ll reinvent the rose for you
For you are that rose which cannot be described
These few words at least in the order proper to her ritual
That rose which only words distant from roses can describe
The way it is with the ecstatic cry and the terrible sadness which it translates
From the stars of pleaure above love’s deep abyss

I will reinvent for youth rose of adoring fingers
Which create a nave as they interlace but whose petals then suddenly fall away
I will reinvent for you the rose beneath the balconies
Of lovers whose only beds are their arms

The rose at the heart of sculpted stone figures dead without benefit of confession
The rose of a peasant blown to bits by a landmine in his field
The scarlet scent of a letter that has been “discovered”
In which nothing’s addressed to me neither the insult nor the compliment

Some rendezvous to which no one has come

An entire army in flight on a very windy day

A maternal footstep before prison-gates

A man’s song at siesta-time beneath the olive trees

A cock-fight in a mist-enshrouded countryside
The rose of a soldier cut off from his own home country

I’ll reinvent for you my rose as many roses
As there are diamonds in the waters of the seas
As there are past centuries adrift in the dust of the earth’s atmosphere
As there are dreams in just one childish head

As there can be reflections in one tear

#aragon, #illreinventtheroseforyou, #louisaragon, #poem

The Monday Poem – to sex brawl and dare by Ghérasim Luca

This week’s poem is Luca’s to sex brawl and dare.


at the edge of a forest

whose trees are slender ideas

and each leaf a thought at bay

the vegetal reveals to us

the damned depths of an animal sect

or more precisely

an old insect anguish

waking up as man

the only way

the only basic weapon

to animate a mental state

that I hurry to write mantil

like a mantis

if only to mark

with a dry warning laugh

the devouring word

Entity and antithesis of the bush

a sort of wild and organic brush

grows in the head of that man

ravaged

by the heresy of parks and greenhouses

like the orgasm of a key

a lovely door

So the legendary passivity

the famous and ample passivity of plants

changes here to idle hate

to mad rage

to sex brawl and dare

luring by sap blood lava . . .

as rapid as the passage of woman

to beast

she empties us of a foul ancestral

wound

which in a spurt relieves us

of these fixed plaints

and these false death rattles plumbing us

our calm gestures of the interred

Now only terror

is still able to insert

in the tropism of body and of guilty

spirit

this prism as doubled echo

where brains and senses capture

the violent innocence

of a flora and a fauna

whose marriage is a long seizure

and a rape as slow as gold

in the implacable lead

And it’s around the mental equator

in the space delimited by the tropics

of a head

at the angle of the eye and what surrounds it

that the myth of a kind of utopian

jungle surges into the world

As virgin as the unknowable

or the other “face” of the moon

and never in the reach of a gun

or an axe

its prey is the snow

sand ball hip if not the trap

that the diffuse breath of a dream

lights up

For tangled

soldered to massive corkscrew keys

the vines

the branches stoves and rituals

fuse

around the forms placed

as if by miracle

at the crossroads of dryads

of druids and of man

So many points to aim at

all these yes and nos that

outside outside of time

of space and weight

select a sort of coupled oasis

and hamlet

to descend in these gods

from before the ages

the gods-place-beast-island-ash-fire

come forth as from the coupling of bird

and branch

and those exiled from the center

and from the shade of a golden foliage

will adore one day

between the walls of their somber cities

#luca, #poem, #tosexbrawlanddare

The Friday Film – Death Proof

So, last night I re-watched my favourite Tarantino film: Death Proof. Whenever I discuss his films with other people, they always say that this is their least favourite. Or worse, they just haven’t seen it!

I must admit, I still haven’t seen Jackie Brown (I don’t know why), so it’s quite possible that Death Proof is my second favourite and I just don’t know it yet. It’s the most stylish of Tarantino’s films and Kurt Russell’s Stuntman Mike makes the most fantastic love-to-hate character.

Tarantino’s worst film is still an entertaining one. In this flick, Kurt Russell plays a stuntman who kills woman using his car. Alternative Nation

#alternativenation, #deathproof, #jackiebrown, #kurtrussell, #quentintarantino, #russell, #tarantino, #thefridayfilm

The Monday Poem – Phedre by Oscar Wilde

Phedre

by Oscar Wilde

(To Sarah Bernhardt)
How vain and dull this common world must seem
To such a One as thou, who should’st have talked
At Florence with Mirandola, or walked
Through the cool olives of the Academe:
Thou should’st have gathered reeds from a green stream
For Goat-foot Pan’s shrill piping, and have played
With the white girls in that Phaeacian glade
Where grave Odysseus wakened from his dream.

Ah! surely once some urn of Attic clay
Held thy wan dust, and thou hast come again
Back to this common world so dull and vain,
For thou wert weary of the sunless day,
The heavy fields of scentless asphodel,
The loveless lips with which men kiss in Hell.

#phedre, #wilde

The Sunday Song – The Fight Song

This week’s Sunday Song is Marilyn Manson’s The Fight Song. I hope you enjoyed it!

#manson, #marilynmanson, #thefightsong, #vevo, #youtube

The Friday Film – Burn After Reading

This week’s Friday Film is the Coens’ Burn After Reading! I love it when those brothers do silly and this film is certainly that. Their ability to make Brad Pitt seem like a youngster is also far more impressive than anything achieved by Benjamin Button.

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Haven’t seen it? Go and check it out! You have? Tell me what you thought!

#benjaminbutton, #bradpitt, #burn, #burnafterreading, #checkitout, #cinema, #coenbrothers, #coens, #ethancoen, #francesmcdormand, #georgeclooney, #intelligence, #johnmalkovich, #pitt, #reading, #tildaswinton, #youtube