Sunday, October 4, 2009

MILLINERY DISTRICT



By CHARLES REZNIKOFF

The clouds, piled in rows like merchandise,
become dark; lights are lit in the lofts;
the milliners, tacking bright flowers on straw shapes,
say, glancing out of the windows,
it is going to snow;
and soon they hear the snow scratching the panes.
By night it is high on the sills.
The snow fills up the footprints
in the streets, the ruts of wagons and of motor trucks.
Except for the whir of the car
brushing the tracks clear of snow,
the streets are hushed.
At closing time, the girls breathe deeply
the clean air of the streets
sweet after the smell of merchandise.

Sunday, September 27, 2009

Slumdog Millionaire



Slumdog Millionaire is the story of Jamal Malik (Patel), an 18 year-old orphan from the slums of Mumbai, who is about to experience the biggest day of his life. With the whole nation watching, he is just one question away from winning a staggering 20 million rupees on India's "Who Wants To Be A Millionaire?"

But when the show breaks for the night, police arrest him on suspicion of cheating; how could a street kid know so much? Desperate to prove his innocence, Jamal tells the story of his life in the slum where he and his brother grew up, of their adventures together on the road, of vicious encounters with local gangs, and of Latika (Pinto), the girl he loved and lost. Each chapter of his story reveals the key to the answer to one of the game show's questions.

Each chapter of Jamal's increasingly layered story reveals where he learned the answers to the show's seemingly impossible quizzes. But one question remains a mystery: what is this young man with no apparent desire for riches really doing on the game show?

When the new day dawns and Jamal returns to answer the final question, the Inspector and sixty million viewers are about to find out.

Wednesday, September 23, 2009

Welcome to the school!


POETRY

it

takes

a lot of
desperation
dissatisfaction
and
disillusion
to

write
a

few

good

poems.

it’s
not

for

everybody
either
to
write

it
or
even
to
read

it.

The Last Night of the Earth Poems, 1992. Charles Bukowski

Thursday, June 25, 2009

Tonight, tonight...

Have a nice vacation!



I kissed you good bye at the airport.
I held you so close to me.
I said So here we are now and I cant stop from crying Lilly.
And you said Hey hey hoo, you know this is the way to go
You will forget about me when Im on that plane.
Forget about me when Im on that plane.

Tonight tonight tonight tonight
I wanna be with you Tonight tonight tonight tonight
I wanna be with you tonight

The plane took off and my love went with it.
The chilly wind whipped my both cheeks hard.
And the man next to me said Everything is gonna be alright.
I said Nothing is gonna be alright, but thank you anyway.
And then I saw your face in the airplane window.
I waved my hands and I shouted to you:

Tonight tonight tonight tonight
I wanna be with you Tonight tonight tonight tonight
I wanna be with you tonight

I wore a T-shirt and my worn out hat.
Abandoned as a summer cat.
And as I stood there as a broken hearted I realized you got the car keys still.
So I broke into my own old car.
I fell asleep on the passenger seat.
I dreamed of summer sex with you and you whispered in my ear:

Tonight tonight tonight tonight
I wanna be with you Tonight tonight tonight tonight
I wanna be with you tonight
Why cant you leave me tomorrow instead?
Why cant you leave me tomorrow instead?

And above the clouds she said to her self I cant believe how naive a man can be.
Thats why I love you so and thats why I cant be with you

Tonight tonight tonight tonight
I wanna be with you Tonight tonight tonight tonight
I wanna be with you tonight


Monday, June 8, 2009

Sunday, May 31, 2009