Wednesday, February 11, 2009
In 1969, a 14-year-old Beatle fanatic named Jerry Levitan, armed with a reel-to-reel tape deck, snuck into John Lennon's hotel room in Toronto and convinced John to do an interview about peace. 38 years later, Jerry has produced a film about it. Using the original interview recording as the soundtrack, director Josh Raskin has woven a visual narrative which tenderly romances Lennon's every word in a cascading flood of multipronged animation. Raskin marries the terrifyingly genius pen work of James Braithwaite with masterful digital illustration by Alex Kurina, resulting in a spell-binding vessel for Lennon's boundless wit, and timeless message.
Monday, February 09, 2009
I have heard too many comments on this site recently trying to convince us that the bonus is required because if it is taken away then talent will leave this country..........well the talents that were involved in the banks collapsing please leave the country......sorry if I am wrong but a bonus is meant to be an incentive to perform well....and they havent performed wll so no bonus....also if you want a bonus....then perform well otherwise you dont get one now your in public hands through your lack of ability to perform......if amateur economists on this site in their spare time could see the banks error 4 years ago then the talent at the top is a joke...........it really makes me sick all this talk of the great talent we have in our banks and that its justifiable to pay these bonus because of the "Nature" of banking and trading.......wrong........I would like to be there when one of these bankers goes to hospital to have an op.......to be cared for by a nurse on a wage which is a small fraction of his bonus........then for the nurse to pay her tax into his fat pocket for doing a job incompetently.....that is not justice do not try to dress it up as so........
FROM THE FINANCIAL TERRORISTS AT WWW.HOUSEPRICECRASH.CO.UK
Thursday, February 05, 2009
she loved me
she loves me
yet how could this be
we weren’t we were we?
maybe she was right
and men don’t know
I feel peace when I give her the right
to be right
so men don’t know
and in low moments
when empty hallway and dry toast is all
I can see
that she loved me
that she loves me
a dirty little road,
with picnic wrappers in the gutter
and I dawdle
but its dusty and gravelly and it turns and
veers over hills and disappears
I’d make more progress on a bicycle
but walking is my style
hold on there is someone else
do you have something to say? I ask full of hope
you may begin
blood flows blood flows blood flows blood flows
no time for a jedi teddy
can I borrow your mush eddie (machete)?
in this wonderful world
in this beautiful world
hold on hold on with a grip so tight
it dams my blood makes my head feel light
blood flow blood flow
Srtike out a coiling serpent poisoned umbrella handle.
Clasp tight scrolls and curves and wishes and spell burned autographs.
Curdle sweet memories in today’s horrorzone.
A pond of fear. How deep? How dark?
A tree stump, cut back too much, it never grew back.
They don’t wink at me in the morning.
A smile is a once monthly gift and usually with strings attached.
My real prize is painful skin,
I can’t grasp, couldn’t think of picking up the guitar.
Like the Singing Detective living in my right hand.
My name is not JOB.
I just found out about this blog writing tool.
Quite interesting I can see my words being written in the context of the blog.
So Let me try something out.
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Blue Bell Woods Video
Yeah feels pretty slick,
I have to stop now because my hand eczema is killing me.