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Wednesday, December 31, 2008

Poet (Dedicated to Osteen)


Painting of Osteen by Vika, 2007

Entrusted heart without care
To endless scribbles of the quill
Poet paves pity road of pennies

Forever fueled with good intentions
His fiery soul is watered down
With each faint drip from the ink well

I watched the fire rise and fade away
A melting dream in smoke
It lives another day

Too weak to soar
On sodden fire wood
Too vague for sense

The poet scribbles still
His mind runs high on smoke
His heart runs low on will

Monday, December 15, 2008

I've loved you so long

Last night, I saw a new French drama I've Loved You So Long, with British actress Kristen Scott Thomas in the lead role. Thomas plays Juliette, a newly released inmate, who is unexpectedly reunited with her sister after serving a 15-year prison sentence. I cannot explain why she was sentenced without giving away the plot, which is key to this heart wrenching tale by writer-director Philippe Claudel.

The film begins with close ups of Thomas’ tension ridden face, modestly devoid of any make up and consumed with pain. The lens continues to follow Juliette closely, as her character transforms from a scared, depressed and mousy looking loner into a loving sister and a confident new member of society. Thorough a myriad of carefully woven portraits and well dispensed dialogue with other characters, Juliette’s story unfolds piece by piece, disclosing the secret behind her 15 year imprisonment very slowly. Juliette does not say much throughout the film; instead, the supporting characters do most of the talking, often leaving Juliette to communicate purely through her meaningful eyes.

Avoiding unnecessary drama and excessive verbal outbursts, the director makes a remarkable use of subdued imagery to convey this powerful tale of grief and acceptance in a most simple and elegant manner. The effect is a clean cut narrative, filled with enough passion to drive one to tears during the ending scene when the mystery of Juliette is revealed in a moving climax. This poignant film almost reads like a thought provoking novel. It is beautiful, smart and very fulfilling, but is definitely NOT for the weak at heart.



Sunday, November 23, 2008

Of Tigers and Cows

The wild bull was a rare specimen. She possessed all characteristics of a cow, but had big horns and could fight like a bull.  She rarely ever used her force, but was known as a fierce slayer when she lost her temper. No one ever thought of her as a cow, but every animal found her irresistible. 

Friday, November 21, 2008

No Country for Old Men - film review



The new collaboration between the Coen brothers and Cormac McCarthy "No Country for Old Men" is a dark and hopeless film, full of apocalyptic messages.  


This film is graphic and appealing in an eerie way.  It brings together stellar performances by Tommy Lee Jones, Javier Bardem, Josh Brolin, Kelly Macdonald, and Woody Harrelson.


The plot evolves around an uncanny incarnation of evil in a psychopathic serial killer, Anton Chigurn. 
Anton  uses unorthodox methods in killing his victims, while always escaping at the right time and surviving even the worst of injuries.  


The film starts off with a twist and keeps the viewer on the edge of his seat until the end, which I thought was a total let down.  Despite good intentions, the ending is unsuccessful in leaving any kind of moral message to take away.  


I walked out of the theater feeling very empty.  Perhaps it should be so when it comes to serial killers.  There is really nothing one can do with a man like Anton.  


This is a film I will remember, but try hard to forget.   

Wednesday, November 12, 2008

Life of Pi




This book by Yann Martel is one that is likely to remain in my memory for a long time. It is a very different novel, a half real half imaginary tale of coexistence between an Indian teenager and Bengal tiger, aboard a life boat drifting for nine months in the open of the Pacific. With the use of vividly striking imagery Martel examines a developing relationship between a tiger and a boy that is neither friendship, nor attachment, but a bond on many varying levels. This bond develops slowly, over many months and is shaky at best, but ends very abruptly without justification. Or does it?

With the use of philosophical allegory, the author explores the dualities between human and animal, good and evil, physical and metaphysical, conscious and subconscious, reality and imagination, instinct and will. The most refreshing part of the novel is its ending - it presents a novel choice for the reader in the form of a “second story” - an alternative explanation for the (mis)adventures that befell the characters. The reader is then left with an option of deciding which story to believe, or whether to believe at all.

Wednesday, October 8, 2008

scapes



St. Thomas

  
Rome                                                                         Russia


Austin

  
Hawaii

Wednesday, October 1, 2008

On friendship after a breakup

I read this on Oprah.com recently and decided to repost in its entirety as this article gives excellent reasons for why exes should not try being friends soon after a breakup:




(OPRAH.com) -- A young man I know, still in love with his girlfriend, tried to go along with her plea to remain friends after she told him that she wanted the freedom to see other men.
'Can't we be friends?' Mending a broken heart
A couple of months later, she invited him to her birthday party. In the course of the evening, while searching for a bathroom, he saw her through an open bedroom door passionately kissing another man. Feeling deeply hurt and angry, he later confronted her, whereupon she retorted, "But we said we'd be friends."
The girlfriend's response seems lacking in empathy and concern -- traits we usually associate with friendship -- but one wonders whether the young man wasn't setting himself up for a fall in the first place.
"Can't we be friends?" It's an old refrain, ready-made for the one who wants out of a relationship to deliver to the one who doesn't. Frank Sinatra gave it a permanent place in popular culture with the song "Can't We Be Friends?" ("This is how the story ends / She's gonna turn me down and say / Can't we be just friends?") Sinatra, who never backed away from melancholy (at least in his music), understood a thing or two about mourning. Oprah:com: Stuck in the past? How to move on
And mourning is the theme that matters here. Trying to be friends immediately following a breakup tends to prevent the rejected partner (and maybe both partners) from mourning the death of romantic love -- from accepting its finality by suffering it all the way through.
As painful as this can be, it ultimately performs an essential function. Behind the tears, mourning has silent work to do: It binds up the torn places where love was and gives them a chance to heal.
This is crucial because falling in love carries us beyond our customary limits of self-expression into territory that puts our sense of self at risk. Two people in love place much of themselves in each other's hands for safekeeping; that kind of interdependence is why the loss of an intimate partner entails the depressing experience of being left behind with a diminished sense of your own existence.
Grieving the end of a relationship is a gradual process of extracting the "I" from a vanishing "we." It provides a way -- the only way -- to retrieve what you invested in a lover or spouse who has departed. Mourning is like casting a line into dark waters and trying to reel in those parts of yourself that you surrendered to the relationship before they, too, disappear.
Although friendship just after the split may offer temporary relief, it blocks the slow but necessary passage from loss to restoration of independence. Oprah:com: Meet women who started over and found their true calling
A number of years ago, I saw a patient who felt that her sex life was essentially over because she had suddenly been left by the man with whom she had experienced her first grand erotic passion. She did everything she could to win him back -- calling, sending gifts, even promising to change anything about herself that wasn't satisfying to him -- all to no avail.
It took extensive work (and many tears) before she was able to see that the unparalleled sexiness she attributed to him was in fact the power of her own sexual desire. At this point, his image began to lose its magnetism for her.
What her experience suggests is that if you give in to mourning, unsettling though it may be, it will eventually finish its work. Only then do you again become free to fully inhabit your present life and turn from a sorrowing fixation on the past to the exciting unknown of the future.
All human development entails suffering losses that need to be grieved. At every stage of life, we are propelled beyond familiarity and security into a new situation: A baby's first steps mean that she will soon leave behind the comforting security of being carried. A young adult going off to college feels the thrill of freedom but has to contend with homesickness. For all the important gains, there are also losses that bring up anxiety and sadness. Grief might be thought of as the growing pain of human development.
A child's love is really no different from dependence, and that equation haunts us to some degree all our lives. The residues of early dependence in all our intimacies play a large part in making the loss of love so hard to bear. Yet we all go through such loss, leaving behind a trail of casualties -- outdated selves, broken promises, lovers we realize we chose for the wrong reasons. Mourning these helps change what can seem like failures into wisdom.
In learning how to grieve our losses, it doesn't help that American culture, with its emphasis on romantic love and happy endings, isn't very hospitable to mourning. But when we enter into the deeper and more difficult stretches of loving, Hollywood can't shield us from the truth: All love stories come to an end, even those that last a lifetime. When loss hits us hard, it can be difficult to know what to do with it or even how to bear it. Many people in grief turn to antidepressants, which may reduce the pain but don't necessarily provide much by way of self-discovery.
Mourning teaches us how to accept the end of love and helps us start the process of feeling whole again. True, the self you get back is never quite the same as the self you relinquished to your relationship; although wounds can heal, they leave scar tissue. But there's more to gain than just surviving the breakup; there's also the possibility of becoming more than you were, more able to undertake the experience of love in its moments of sadness as well as joy. As with any art or skill, the only way grieving can be learned is through practice -- whether we like it or not.
By Michel Vincent Miller, Ph.D, from "O, The Oprah Magazine," July 2008