- No childhood, just a child.
The bruises, Soft on the skin, Like a rose, akin Slowly dying away its sin. Oh Why? The track leads to no inn. Oh Why? To fly away needs no wing. Oh Why? My golden years, Are spent with no kin.
The Three-Sided Mirror
(La glace à trois faces)
- The mirror that reflects your subconscious.
The loud speaker was on vacation, So the speaker replaced it without any hesitation. The new speaker is on vocation, So the speaker takes on his presentation. He looks at himself in the mirror, Facing the same direction as his audience, Talking with his head clearer. Then, a break, In the midst of the speech, Take himself out of his own reach. He turns around, face bleached, hearing his own suffocation.
The Great Ecstasy of Woodcarver Steiner
(Die große Ekstase des Bildschnitzers Steiner)
- The unconcern for what is possible.
The greatest puzzle requires a puzzler and many puzzled. The puzzler evokes ecstasy as an enigma. The puzzled receive a riddle as a reward. The two never converge. The puzzler never meets the mass of the puzzled, for it is puzzling to the puzzler, what it could be puzzled about. The puzzled never ask the master of puzzler, for it is puzzling to the puzzled, what it really makes it puzzling. Every once in a while, a puzzle gets unsolved like this.
- The man is not too bride.
It's seven o'clock. Tickling senses around the table. Damn those independent journalists, They always report the right story at the wrong time. Why can't I get a peace of mind? Instead I get a piece of swine, utterly uncooked. What a disaster! Maybe I'm looking at the wrong place for the right woman? It's seven o'clock, there is still plenty left.
- The bedded queen looking for her audience.
Recalling last night in the wild, She said to me, Nothing will quite catch up to the ride. She knew well, The horse was astray, Long time before we start the ride. A moon shines through the pile, Two moons shine past a vile, She sat on her back, Soaked as if it were Nile. I look at her, putting down my bag in the aisle.
Anticipation of the Night
- Prepare to leave your sentience.
The frame, has four edges, each edge, has a line, each line, is diminishing, each diminishing, brings about a different memory, each memory, stores a private moment, and that moment is gone, before you can ever realize.
(From the Firelight to the Screen)
Trinh T. Minh-ha
- Re-imagining a reality.
Hitting the nails in various directions. What do you hear? The shaking hands, The fixing eyes, The trembling lips, Oh Hear the world Like you have never seen before.
The War Game
- Play to live, live the horror.
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Superstar: The Karen Carpenter Story
- When I was young, I listened to the Carpenters.
Ladies and Gentlemen, Boys and Girls, Dogs and Cats, Muffins and coconuts, We are proud to present, We are hesistant to say, We are worried that, We are sorry that we have to close today. (claps) (stomps) (cheers)
The Secret Formula
(La fórmula secreta)
- The proper way to do coke.
2oz of nicotine 1oz of starch-free sugar 2tbl of urine 2 large kidneys 1 banana peel 16 small pieces of clipped nails 1 gallon of water from your laundry Mix with care Smoke it on the back end of your car