the ugly earring

ug‧ly [uhg-lee] offensive to the sense of beauty; displeasing in appearance

Category: film

And now — now it only remains for me to light a cigarette and go home.

~Clarice Lispector

(lost the trail from photo but is from sunset blvd.)

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love song

…And when I first seen you walk right through that bar door

(listen: crazy feeling by lou reed)

(photo from nights of cabiria)

wolfing hour

“Is it true that a woman who lives a long time with a man eventually winds up being like that man? I mean, she loves him, and tries to think like him, and see like him? They say it can change a person. I mean to say, if I had loved him much less, and not bothered so of everything about him, could I have protected him better?”

(from bergman’s hour of the wolf)

untruth

(photo from La collectionneuse (1967))

live it

When we saw the wounds of our country
appear on our skins,
we believed each word of the healers.
Besides, we remembered so many cures,
it seemed at any moment
all troubles would end, each wound heal completely.
That didn’t happen: our ailments
were so many, so deep within us
that all diagnoses proved false, each remedy useless.
Now do whatever, follow each clue,
accuse whomever, as much as you will,
our bodies are still the same,
our wounds still open.
Now tell us what we should do,
you tell us how to heal these wounds.

(excerpt of you tell us what to do by Faiz Ahmed Faiz)

(photo from the virgin spring by ingmar bergman)

life itself

Love her? You’re devoid of all feeling. You lack common decency. You know how to express yourself. You always have just the right words. There’s just one thing you haven’t the slightest clue about: life itself. You’re a craven coward, but a genius at evasions and excuses.”

(~Through A Glass Darkly— Ingmar Bergman)

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“Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don’t know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of witherings, of tarnishings.”

~anais nin

 

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(film stills: medea, lars von tier)

 

forever godard

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just a hint of blue is all you need to launch a revolution.

(great post at the pipeline)

contemplating

another road trip.

the plight of a gold turban

(pola negri)

At her wake at the Porter Loring Funeral Home in San Antonio, Pola was dressed in a golden yellow chiffon dress with a golden turban to match.