"You get to decide what to worship."
David Foster Wallace
Vladimir Nabokov, Lolita, Chapter 25
Wanted, wanted: Dolores Haze.
Hair: brown. Lips: scarlet.
Age: five thousand three hundred days.
Profession: none, or "starlet"
Where are you hiding, Dolores Haze?
Why are you hiding, darling?
(I Talk in a daze, I walk in a maze
I cannot get out, said the starling).
Where are you riding, Dolores Haze?
What make is the magic carpet?
Is a Cream Cougar the present craze?
And where are you parked, my car pet?
Who is your hero, Dolores Haze?
Still one of those blue-capped star-men?
Oh the balmy days and the palmy bays,
And the cars, and the bars, my Carmen!
Oh Dolores, that juke-box hurts!
Are you still dancin', darlin'?
(Both in worn levis, both in torn T-shirts,
And I, in my corner, snarlin').
Happy, happy is gnarled McFate
Touring the States with a child wife,
Plowing his Molly in every State
Among the protected wild life.
My Dolly, my folly! Her eyes were vair,
And never closed when I kissed her.
Know an old perfume called Soliel Vert?
Are you from Paris, mister?
L'autre soir un air froid d'opera m'alita;
Son fele -- bien fol est qui s'y fie!
Il neige, le decor s'ecroule, Lolita!
Lolita, qu'ai-je fait de ta vie?
Dying, dying, Lolita Haze,
Of hate and remorse, I'm dying.
And again my hairy fist I raise,
And again I hear you crying.
Officer, officer, there they go--
In the rain, where that lighted store is!
And her socks are white, and I love her so,
And her name is Haze, Dolores.
Officer, officer, there they are--
Dolores Haze and her lover!
Whip out your gun and follow that car.
Now tumble out and take cover.
Wanted, wanted: Dolores Haze.
Her dream-gray gaze never flinches.
Ninety pounds is all she weighs
With a height of sixty inches.
My car is limping, Dolores Haze,
And the last long lap is the hardest,
And I shall be dumped where the weed decays,
And the rest is rust and stardust.
Lolita, lumière de ma vie, feu de mes reins. Mon péché, mon âme. Lo-li-ta : le bout de la langue fait trois petit pas le long du palais pour taper, à trois reprises, contre les dents. Lo. Li. Ta. Le matin, elle était Lo, simplement Lo, avec son mètre quarante-six et son unique chaussette. Elle était Lola en pantalon. Elle était Dolly à l’école. Elle était Dolorès sur les pointillés. Mais dans mes bras, elle était toujours Lolita
Vladimir Nabokov Reading from "Lolita" Chapter 35
The past is not a place that you can visit. The present is destroying the past as every moment replaces the moment prior.
"Just the thought of you turns my world misty blue,
and the very mention of your name fans the flicker to a flame."
[ Mazzy Star: Give you my Lovin/live ]
+ via I Heart Batman
Starting today, the next seven days are filled with the type of things I enjoy. 2010 so far has been a clusterfuck so I'm hoping to really have a good time with all this non-sense. I need it.
Tuesday the 18th
// RED DEAD REDEMPTION: Launch Trailer
// ALAN WAKE: Building The Drama
"With its gorgeous mountain scenery, quirky characters and unsettling vibe, Alan Wake feels more than a little like an episode of Twin Peaks, which is not an accident. "
// SPLIT/SECOND: Survival Online
+ Lost - 6x16 - What They Died For - Sneak Peek 1
Next to last episode. eeep!
Wednesday the 19th
+ Avengers #1: The beginning of the "Heroic Age" or as I'd like to call it, getting out of the 7 year shit storm of dumb ideas Marvel has been in. Finally just heroes fighting villains. Something the kids can enjoy! instead of Superhero Registration Acts and Civil Wars and all that Bullshit.
Thursday the 20th
Season finale Thursday for all the NBC sitcoms that matter. I'm just watching for Aubrey.
Friday the 21st
Saturday the 22nd
I get a new TV.
Sunday the 23rd
LOST: "THE END"
+ Jack Bauer Facts: God had to give Jack Bauer immunity on the sixth commandment "Thou shalt not kill". If he hadn't, Jack would've considered God to be a terrorist and God knows what happens to terrorists.Tuesday the 25th
//ModNation Racers: Trailer
[ Two Birds: Regina Spektor ]
There's nothing I won't understand
[ The Birds Will Still Be Singing : Elvis Costello ]
Don't waste your precious time pretending you're heartbroken
I hope you find out what you want.
I already know what I am.
And if it makes you less sad, we'll start talking again.
And you can tell me how vile I already know that I am.
I'll grow old and start acting my age.
My Bell Jar
[ Elvis Costello: When I Was Cruel no. 1 ]
+ XX: Crystalized
you're the one that I've kept closest
+ New Order: Crystal
I don't know what to say, you don't care anyway
[ Teddy Thompson - You Finally Said Something Good (When You Said Goodbye) ]
I am a jealous man. You have to understand. I'm jealous of everything that moves. I'm jealous of the rain! Pain is easy to write. In pain we're all happily individual. But what can one write about happiness?
Graham Greeene, The End of the Affair
This blog has been active since July 2003. Now that I'm done with the May Mix that I worked on during my sabbatical I can say that for the first time since its inception I'm writing without a muse in mind. I have no idea what that will mean for it.
And taken by light in her arms at long and dear last
I may without fail
Suffer the first vision that set fire to the stars.
Dylan Thomas, Love in the Asylum
“Pleasures are like photographs: in the presence of the person we love, we take only negatives, which we develop later, at home, when we have at our disposal once more our inner dark-room, the door of which is strictly forbidden to open while others are present.”
In the Shadow of Young Girls in Flower by Marcel Proust
[ Damien Rice: The Blower's Daughter/BBC 4 Sessions ]