From Richard Hétu's blog, to Slate.
John Mclane holds the palm for the greatest one liner in the history of cinema :
http://www.slate.com/id/2168927
I tought Predator had a couple of good ones, but really, i do agree with this article.
Ai été voir 1408 hier. Un film tout de même encensé comme le fut, mais un peu moins, La Descente, il y a quelque temps.
Mais franchement non; après deux débuts intéressants, les films foirent.
Alors où est passée l'horreur, que faut-il faire aujourd'hui pour renouveler le genre et, ma foi, faire vraiment peur aux gens. Il me semble que "Caché" de Heineke était plus effrayant, mais encore là, ce n'était pas de l'horreur.
Ce qu'il faudrait c'est trouver la parfaite mixtion de traditionnel Lovecraftien et poesque, de gore et de moderne. Je veux dire qu'il faudrait faire peur avec un cellulaire et un satellite, mais tout de même ne pas centrer le récit là-dessus; enfin. Je me pose la question. Que faire? Peut-être que la réponse réside dans le style.
Yes, I was a wrestling fan.
I grew up watching the Hulk's and Ultimate, and Bret of this world. I was there when de monday night war Raged, switching from WCW to WWF(E) and back.
But one thing was sure : if Chris Benoit was on TV, I was watching.
Today i mourn his death, and the passing of his wife and kid.
I could ramble about how great he was, what a wrestling god he was...
But the point is that he killed them and then commited suicide.
I'm shocked. When a hero shows he's human, life just get a little bit more desperate. But I'll find other heros.
http://sportsillustrated.cnn.com/2007/more/06/25/wrestler.dead.ap/index.html?cnn=yes
Il me faut revenir
Dans tes gras caché au cœur de ta foi
Je saurai me retourner et réagir je saurai
Hérisser mes doigts contre les catastrophes
Les incompréhensions et fleurir dans la simplicité
Contre les épines de nos paroles et le ridicule
Que nous fourgonnons de journaux jaunis
Tu lis déjà ma transformation ton front
Est un foyer ton action est un tison qui
S’amplifie dans l’oubli comme tout ce qui fut cachetés
Nos secrets nos lèvres nos brèves réunions nos confiances
Se déplient comme le vieil origami
De mon cœur.
A story I learned from Patrick Lagace's blog, dans I want you to check it out on the BBC network, here :
http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/americas/4174519.stm
US army was experimenting on a gay bomb, supposed to turn enemy soldiers into rabid needy homosexuals who would have started to fornicate on the battleground. Yeah right, the smell of napalm in the mourning would'nt cover up the smell of pheromones...
Oh and there is other good ideas like that, classified of course.
Je suis lauréat d'un prix littéraire en France. On m'invite, entre autre, à un séjour d'écriture. Le hic c'est que le tout tombe en même temps que mon voyage en Corse.
Alors je refuse, j'espère avoir pris la bonne décision.
Je vous assure, ma lettre de refus était très belle. Si belle qu'elle me conforte dans ma décision. Une fois écrite, je ne pouvais plus ne pas l'envoyer.
Bob Barker is leaving.
After 35 years (a record; my grandfather was watching the show with my dad when he was a kid) Bob is leaving the Price is right!
The show is supposed to go on. Will it survive without him?
We won't.
(And if they sell the set in auction, i'll be sure to bet).
In french :
http://www.cyberpresse.ca/article/20070602/CPARTS/706020634/1041/CPARTS
The album debut of black sabbath had a song called "Behind the wall of sleep", ending like this:
"Take your body to a corpse. Now from darkness, there springs light. Wall of Sleep is cold and bright. Wall of Sleep is lying broken. Sun shines in, you are awoken"
Let's now take a look at H.P. Lovecraft's short story "Beyond the wall of sleep" :
"...All this he tells me - yet I cannot forget what I saw in the sky on the night after Slater died. Lest you think me a biased witness, another pen must add this final testimony, which may perhaps supply the climax you expect. I will quote the following account of the star Nova Persei verbatim from the pages of that eminent astronomical authority, Professor Garrett P. Serviss:
"On February 22, 1901, a marvelous new star was discovered by Doctor Anderson of Edinburgh, not very far from Algol. No star had been visible at that point before. Within twenty-four hours the stranger had become so bright that it outshone Capella. In a week or two it had visibly faded, and in the course of a few months it was hardly discernible with the naked eye."
There's is nothing new there, in that BS was influenced by such macabre works. But what i'd like to focus on is the difference here between the slow fading of the star, meaning also of the supernatural event, in opposition to the rude awakening in the BS song. Nothing to say, but questions :
A statement on fiction? The slow fading of a story, in our minds and the abrupt ending of a song? The rude esthetique of rock, versus the one of literature? As it seems the group has taken the themes and the style developed by Lovecraft, and accelerated them, all along.
Also, and weirdly, the song by BS seems to have a much more happy ending than the Lovecraft story. Or is that so? In fact, it seems as if the return to darkness, in the Lovecraft story, is a reassuring thing, because it ends the inexplicable event of a shining star. Here, the drakness is good. On the other end, the bringing of light in the BS song seems like a rough ending, as if the dreamer was against his will awekened, as if the fiction ended with much despair.
Should we say the song and the story complete themselves? The story longing for darkness, and the song telling how sad it is to leave it, and maybe asking secretly to return to it?
