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Thursday, September 20, 2007

sadness as medicine


So, I've missed another blog deadline. I've been so busy at work, though. Both my bosses have gone to Europe for a month. You can't believe the amount of work I have to get through every day! But instead of complaining, I'll be lazy and give you a few words from some of my favourite films.

From Brokeback Mountain

There ain't never enough time, never enough...

and

Jack Twist: Tell you what, we coulda had a good life together! Fuckin' real good life! Had us a place of our own. But you didn't want it, Ennis! So what we got now is Brokeback Mountain! Everything's built on that! That's all we got, boy, fuckin' all. So I hope you know that, even if you don't never know the rest! You count the damn few times we have been together in nearly twenty years and you measure the short fucking leash you keep me on - and then you ask me about Mexico and tell me you'll kill me for needing somethin' I don't hardly never get. You have no idea how bad it gets! I'm not you... I can't make it on a coupla high-altitude fucks once or twice a year! You are too much for me Ennis, you sonofawhoreson bitch! I wish I knew how to quit you.
Ennis Del Mar: [crying] Well, why don't you? Why don't you just let me be? It's because of you Jack, that I'm like this! I'm nothin'... I'm nowhere... Get the fuck off me! I can't stand being like this no more, Jack.

Please excuse the profanity.

From Out of Africa

To An Athlete Dying Young

The time you won your town the race
we chaired you through the market-place;
man and boy stood cheering by,
and home we brought you shoulder-high.

Today, the road all runners come,
shoulder-high we bring you home,
and set you at your threshold down,
townsman of a stiller town.

Smart lad, to slip betimes away
from fields where glory does not stay
and early though the laurel grows
it withers quicker than the rose.

Eyes the shady night has shut
cannot see the record cut,
and silence sounds no worse than cheers
after earth has stopped the ears:

Now you will not swell the rout
of lads that wore their honours out,
runners whom renown outran
and the name died before the man.

So set, before its echoes fade,
the fleet foot on the sill of shade,
and hold to the low lintel up
the still-defended challenge-cup.

And round that early-laurelled head
will flock to gaze the strengthless dead,
and find unwithered on its curls
the garland briefer than a girl's.

from A Shropshire Lad by A. E. Housman (1859 - 1936)

From Thin Red Line

If I go first, I’ll wait for you there, on the other side of the dark waters… be with me now.

From Six Feet Under (I know it's not strictly a film, but...)

I depart as air; I shake my white locks at the runaway sun.
I bequeath myself to the dirt to grow from the grass I love.
If you want me again, look for me under your boot soles:
you will hardly know who I am or what I mean, but I shall be good health to you nevertheless.
Missing me one place, search another.
I stop somewhere, waiting for you.
Daddy

There, that made me feel better.


Written by I

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