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a sci-fi trifecta

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You couldn't ask for a better Blu-Ray Sci-fi release week than this past Tuesday. First, The Holy Grail: Battlestar Galactica The Complete Series. I don't even need to get into the greatness of BSG. Time magazine has praised it. Those fuckers at the emmys and the golden globes have ignored it. I love the Green Lanter comics and was eagerly awaiting the cartoon and it did not dissapoint. The real suprise was how bad ass Alias actor Victor Garber was as Sinestro. Perfect casting. I wish he could play him the upcoming movie. And last but not least is Dollhouse, a show that I was not into at first but finally started liking midway through the season and it payed off ( as in, I'm glad it got a second season, it would have been dissapointing for it not to).

+ I LOVE THIS VIDEO SO MUCH b/c of the Katee cameo: Battlestar Galactica Concert: Bear McCreary with Katee Sackhoff "All Along The Watchtower" Live 6-13-2009 , her apperance at the concert is an attempt to recreate a scene from the episode "Someone to Watch Over Me"
Green Lantern: First Flight Trailer
3 Ways The Dollhouse DVD Box Set Can Reprogram Your Brain

usic is lo

Music-is-love


"I dreamed you were a poem,
I say, a poem I wanted to show someone ..."

The more I live the more I think
two people together is a miracle.
            -XVII, Love Poems

-from Adrienne Rich, "II" of 21 love poems


Ennio Morricone, Lolita: Original Soundtrack (1998) : Love In The Morning

This post was made In collaboration with Riese from Autostraddle. Thanks for the quote.

I thought that love would last for ever: I was wrong

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Intro to Ultraviolet (Light My Way), Dublin, 2009-07-24

Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,

He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last for ever: I was wrong.

The stars are not wanted now: put out every one;
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun;


W. H. Auden




Help+Ultraviolet/live, Dublin 1993

Bad/live, Dublin 1993 "Michael Jackson, if you're out there, I don't believe you're bad. Guilty before you've been given a chance."


She smiled

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Cahiers du cinema: What exactly was the startung point for Pierrot le fou?

Jean-Luc Godard: A Lolita-style novel whose rights I had bought two years earlier.

She smiled, dreamily enjoying the thought (rather 'Kareninian' in tone) that her extinction would affect people about as deeply as the abrupt, mysterious, never explained demise of a comic strip in a Sunday paper one had been taking for years.
Vladimir Nabokov

Elvis Costello: Smile (Paris Studio Version)


"How will you love me?"

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Hawksley Workman: What A Woman

Dear [ name withheld ],

You did not ask when I fell in love with you. You did not ask why I fell in love with you. You asked "How will you love me?" and I found this as a reply:

From Crave by Sarah Kane, via

"I want to play hide-and-seek and give you my clothes and tell you I like your shoes and sit on the steps while you take a bath and massage your neck and kiss your feet and hold your hand and go for a meal and not mind when you eat my food and meet you at Rudy's and talk about the day and type your letters and carry your boxes and laugh at your paranoia and give you tapes you don't listen to and watch great films and watch terrible films and complain about the radio and take pictures of you when you're sleeping and get up to fetch you coffee and bagels and Danish and go to Florent and drink coffee at midnight and have you steal my cigarettes and never be able to find a match and tell you about the the programme I saw the night before and take you to the eye hospital and not laugh at your jokes and want you in the morning but let you sleep for a while and kiss your back and stroke your skin and tell you how much I love your hair your eyes your lips your neck your breasts your arse your and sit on the steps smoking till your neighbour comes home and sit on the steps smoking till you come home and worry when you're late and be amazed when you're early and give you sunflowers and go to your party and dance till I'm black and be sorry when I'm wrong and happy when you forgive me and look at your photos and wish I'd known you forever and hear your voice in my ear and feel your skin on my skin and get scared when you're angry and your eye has gone red and the other eye blue and your hair to the left and your face oriental and tell you you're gorgeous and hug you when you're anxious and hold you when you hurt and want you when I smell you and offend you when I touch you and whimper when I'm next to you and whimper when I'm not and dribble on your breast and smother you in the night and get cold when you take the blanket and hot when you don't and melt when you smile and dissolve when you laugh and not understand why you think I'm rejecting you when I'm not rejecting you and wonder how you could think I'd ever reject you and wonder who you are but accept you anyway and tell you about the tree angel enchanted forest boy who flew across the ocean because he loved you and write poems for you and wonder why you don't believe me and have a feeling so deep I can't find words for it and want to buy you a kitten I'd get jealous of because it would get more attention than me and keep you in bed when you have to go and cry like a baby when you finally do and get rid of the roaches and buy you presents you don't want and take them away again and ask you to marry me and you say no again but keep on asking because though you think I don't mean it I do always have from the first time I asked you and wander the city thinking it's empty without you and want want you want and think I'm losing myself but know I'm safe with you and tell you the worst of me and try to give you the best of me because you don't deserve any less and answer your questions when I'd rather not and tell you the truth when I really don’t' want to and try to be honest because I know you prefer it and think it's all over but hang on in for just ten more minutes before you throw me out of your life and forget who I am and try to get closer to you because it's a beautiful learning to know you and well worth the effort and speak German to you badly and Hebrew to you worse and make love with you at three in the morning and somehow somehow somehow communicate some of the overwhelming undying overpowering unconditional all-encompassing heart-enriching mind-expanding on-going never-ending love I have for you."

whose eyes, by a chance blend of brilliancy

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There are some beloved women whose eyes, by a chance blend of brilliancy and shape, affect us not directly, not at the moment of shy perception, but in a delayed and cumulative burst of light when the heartless person is absent, and the magic agony abides, and its lenses and lamps are installed in the dark.
Vladimir Nabokov

Joseph Arthur: Don't Tell Your Eyes

Don't tell your eyes 
Your eyes are mine

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Hawksley Workman: No Reason to Cry Your Eyes (On The Highway Tonight)

Sadness
Is waiting to happen
For people like us

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Loneliness as a situation can be corrected, but as a state of mind it is an incurable illness.
Vladimir Nabokov

Bono: Dreaming with Tears in my Eyes 

While shadows and loneliness linger
I'm dreaming with tears in my eyes


prophetic sonnets

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Brianna Kerlin, Cinematic Nymphets: A Tribute, Lolita 1997

And do not pity C. Q. One had to choose between him and H.H., and one wanted H.H. to exist at least a couple of months longer, so as to have him make you live in the minds of later generations. I am thinking of aurochs and angels, the secret of durable pigments, prophetic sonnets, the refuge of art. And this is the only immortality you and I may share, my Lolita.
V.N.

Eric Clapton: I Want A Little Girl

+ ARE BOOKS DEAD? Chip Kidd discusses the future of publishing, book design, his process, Nabokov, and much more with Q TV