- The life unspoken for.
Au hasard Balthazar, by Robert Bresson
Last night I cried, Never knowing why, With no tears and eyes dry. I turned on the radio, And everything sounded like a lie. It hit me in the eye, With no room to give another try, For a simple way to die. But then, I cried again, And tears were falling from the sky.
- Lens of Lyet.
Smack the radio! You don't need music to dance! Eyes and Movements Dance with that car who makes a turn Dance with that fire who starts to burn Dance with that flower with no fern Dance at a bus stop with no ticket to return Now collect your radio in pieces Spray it like rainbow dusts For those kids to yearn.
(Hapax Legomena I)
- We can never reach *Now*, but only the moment before it.
Memento, by Christopher Nolan
Put down your journal! You are recording death! Look at the world around you! It's hard to catch a breath! Listen to the signal! Like a bird returning to her nest! Run and catch the whistle! Don't forget to bring the jest! Oh! Nostalgia! It's not the memorable past, But the immediate future!
Broken Down Film
- The subversion of art is an art.
L I . o t h o 's c k e t a a s w i e t r s t u o j
Frank Mouris, Caroline Mouris
- How easily things go by.
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The Big Snit
- The best of life in absurdity, and the worst of it in life.
Social Satire/Black Comedy
When the Wind Blows, by Jimmy Murakami
You. Poor little stupid darling. Where is my chicken saw? Me? You. Sweet little shameless bastard. Let's have some fun. Me? You. Short little charming bonehead. We are going to have dinner today!
The Heron and the Crane
(Tsaplya i zhuravl)
- Attraction's expiration cycle.
Oh sit on the stove.my dear at the couch.to sip a tea everything is so fine.when it rains but the grass smells like fish.oh you cooked it brown.isn't it well done?Must be so make it snappy.on both sides maybe I'll go to your place next time.at night when there is nothing to do.sleeping is a good exercise it must be told a million times.without you listening that is.my routine.going up and down spend the better part of the day.sitting on the stove.my dear
Very Nice, Very Nice
- The consistency of randomness.
Venom and Eternity, by Isidore Isou
Nice. It's nice in Nice. Nighs. It's nigh to sigh. Naice. It's naive to be nice. Nights. It's night in Nice. Niece. It's nice to... ...what is she doing in Nice?
A Reason to Live
- Pulp Fiction 18 years earlier, Touch of Evil 18 years later.
Desperate Living, by John Waters
The woman is getting desperate, It takes too long to dump the trash, In the middle of the night, When the neighbors have their lights on, Every Thursday or so, When there are special guests, Inviting themselves over, To stay up all night in the garden, Ready for some serious scenary, On the rumor that was spreaded, That the woman is getting desperate.
The House Is Black
(Khaneh siah ast)
- The gate to elephants.
Not Red Not Blue Not Yellow Not White It stinks of flesh, On the afternoon of mesh, Clean or fresh, nothing goes unrefreshed. This man is not back.