Sunday, August 29, 2010
I don't care what they call themselves but there was nothing poetic about that piece of writing. Not even erotic! dude, can't a girl be left alone to study in a coffee shop?
Saturday, August 28, 2010
"She tells him not about herself effectively cheating on him, but about fantasizing making with a naval officer in a hotel, so on and so on. The entire film is his desperate attempt to catch up with her fantasy, which ends in a failure. Many people don't like, in that mysterious rich people's costume party where they meet for their orgies, the big orgy, they complain this orgy is aseptic, totally unattractive without erotic tangent, but I think that's the point. this utter impotence of male fantasizing. The film is the story of how the male fantasy can not catch up with the feminine fantasy. Of how there is too much desire in the feminine fantasy and how this is a treat to male identity."
From "A pervert's guide to cinema" by Slavoj Zizek, on the movie "Eyes wide shut"
Nobody gets lost here.
Just as easy that they have appeared, people,
pack their baggages, and disappear, one in the fog, one in the mist, one in the wind,
and the cruelest disappears in the snow, ...
What remains is their footsteps,
and a memory, that once in a while, blows your curtains like the early morning breeze.
در گلستانه چه بوی چمنی می آمد.
Tuesday, August 24, 2010
Monday, August 23, 2010
Wednesday, August 18, 2010
Monday, August 16, 2010
پی نوشت: من دوباره در مود استاد کشی م. چیز مهمی هم نیست.
Friday, August 13, 2010
Ever wonder why everyone romanticizes about meteor showers so much but in reality they are not so impressive? It's the photographs, always the photographs taken by keeping the diaphragm open for so long, to capture a collection of simple, not so impressive little meteors and flashing it to your eyes in one moment, in one photo, something that never happens in reality, and you keep asking for it, and will always be disappointed ...
The solution might be in keeping your eyes open and having a good memory,... or in being a pessimist and you may be surprised by simple pleasures,... Still can not give up being an optimist and that's the recipe for disappointment. Well I should put it some other way, I am now a dreamer with very little expectations.
All I have from that first night is a nice story to tell and a bunch of good pictures.
Sunday, August 08, 2010
Saturday, August 07, 2010
Sitting at a bus stop, i'm thinking how much I hate waiting, waiting for the bus, waiting for emails, phone calls, news updates, waiting for my life to start, waiting to be able to feel good about myself...
Suddenly all the lights go out in the street and I suddenly wish I was not so melodramatic, and still can't wait to have a reason to cry.
The bus is here and I wonder if I'm cronically depressed...
Cannot wait to find out!
Thursday, August 05, 2010
As though Iooking through a dusty window pane,
the past is something he couId see, but not touch.
And everything he sees is bIurred and indistinct.