Monday, August 4th, 2008
Tristan Tzara
“Dada covers things with an artificial tenderness. It is snowing butterflies that have escaped from a prophet’s head.”
Thursday, July 3rd, 2008
Suffragette City (No, not Bowie)
From the Guardian Newspaper Editorial Wednesday July 2, 2008
There are still a handful of women, aged at least 104, who were once barred from taking part in a UK general election because of their gender. After Edwardian struggles, women had finally won the vote in 1918 - but not all of them. To ensure men remained the majority, the female qualifying age was set at 30, rather than 21. That patriarchal rigging was put right only with a further change enacted 80 years ago today, a moment when nearly 2 million of today’s grandmothers and great-aunts had already been born. To celebrate how far women have come in the decades since, a little gem of an exhibition featuring six female artists opens in a disused factory off Bow Road in London tonight. Yards from Sylvia Pankhurst’s suffragette shop and close to the scene of the match girls’ strike, the show is in the heart of Suffragette City, and that is its title. But the exhibits are not narrowly political: the great strength of the collection is its diversity. Sure, feminism may play a part in Tsering Frykman-Glen’s use of chintzy crockery to celebrate the old-lady aesthetic. But that is only one of several themes in her quirky yet poignant installation. The mad mythical worlds of Amie Turnbull’s psychedelia are in utter contrast to the English landscape tradition, to which co-exhibitor Hannah Brown provides a sculptural twist. Kate Terry’s installation weaves great veils of string across outsize frames, with an effect that is at once disorientating and dreamy. The way women use art is just as varied as the way they use their votes.
Wednesday, April 2nd, 2008
a wisp of sadness
today, the sun through my window
and the wind through the trees
created moving sillhouettes
on my walls like old movies
yesterday, jasmine whispered
into the air while
umbrellas collided and raindrops
made perfect concentric circles 
along the stone walkways
i often notice these
magic little things
but when i was a teen
i discovered the hard way
that pearls are really
angel tears and
i don’t wear them anymore
it always seemed so unfair
that angels
should have a reason to cry
(c) Seven, 20080402
Sunday, March 30th, 2008
missing
i am missing
in these ways
between the buried me
and the walls are echos
of a thousand thoughts each day
cut flowers in a bowl
your angry eye on them all
with constant derision
and a mocking kiss for me
in this room
i am nowhere to be seen
in this room
i am ready to be saved
in this room
these moments wear me naked
because neither one of us
are who you wish
we are
and neither one of us
are who you want
us to be
I am not her
and you are not
the person
you want everyone to believe
i am yours badly
but nothing’s real here
and thick condescension
chokes the atmosphere
are you missing me?
you might
if you knew me
you might
if you knew you
you might
if there was really anyone
in this room
Seven (c) 20080323
Sunday, March 23rd, 2008
it never occurred to me
for even an instant & when it did,
i knew: it was inevitable, this kiss,
from whom did i absorb absolutes,
what a fool i am, to think otherwise.
was it ever thus, when fever kindles
bone-deep chill, then breaks sweat soaking
starless unrest, while that one damn song keeps
echoing, reechoing, chipping away
my steadfast before ricocheting off
slipskin, chipping away at its own caprice,
its own delirium akin to torment,
akin to lust, a frisson that should’ve
sufficed but for parallel lips half-parted,
but for love’s unspoken greys unflinching.
© johnnie_7 2008
Thursday, February 7th, 2008
Sam Rockwell Over The ‘Moon’ For New Project
Ground control to Major Sam: Take your protein pills and put your helmet on. Actually, forget that — it’s not gonna make much of a difference where you’re going, anyway.
Sporting a gnarly beard at Sundance, “Choke” star Sam Rockwell told MTV News it was all in preparation for his latest role, where the intrepid actor is going to take one small step for man…his last.
“I’m doing a sci-fi movie where I’m stranded on the moon for three years,” Rockwell revealed. “That’s why I have the beard.”
Three years? And this from the guy who once went to the Restaurant at the End of the Universe. You’d think taking tea on the moon would be a breeze by way of comparison.
But Rockwell is full speed ahead for the project, called “Moon,” which will be directed by Duncan Jones, the actor said.
Jones, for those not in the know, is a former ad exec also known as Zowie Bowie, also known as the son of David Jones, who, in turn, is also known as David Bowie. Hence the “Major Tom” reference. Hence the love.
Rockwell himself was coy with details pertaining to, you know, how he actually got to the moon in the first place — although presumably it’s a sort of macabre “what if.” As in, what if Neil Armstrong had to wait until Apollo 12 to come back home? And what if he had a freaking awesome beard?
LINK:
http://moviesblog.mtv.com/2008/02/06/sam-rockwell-over-the-moon-for-new-project/