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Brazil

'We're all in it together.....

* Brazil is a masterpiece by Terry Gilliam who also made Time Bandits, The Monty Phyton series, 12 Monkeys, and most recently completed The Brothers Grimm.

* An interesting and eccentric movie, picturing the morals of a retro future where dreams and destiny are not to be mixed.

* Some famous lines from the movie.

* This is one movie I enjoyed some 15 years ago, not to watch again until today. Its very hard to locate a DVD here.

*Here is the Criterion DVD release in US:


* They just dont make movies like they used to...

- Gp 2005 -

Red Wind

A red hot week. It’s odd since there was a thunderstorm yesterday, and then it’s back to fire today. It’s sad to watch all these animals lying dead on the roadsides. Maybe they can’t find water; maybe the heat just fries the brain. Something that happens to me everyday. Soccer was painful to watch this week. Liverpool just can’t score. But that won’t stop us from winning the Champions League this year. The Kop will rock red hot come Tuesday and we will show Chelsea whose the real winner. Liverpool has the history and who writes history but the winners.

*another entry into the 100 Realities experiment. Just need to refine this further, hope to tell the story in 100 words.

Fantasy World Order

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Electric Dream

Hi...I woke up feeling sad today. Nothing changed for weeks. But there are some moments, cherished moments when i feel the whole world is mine. And then back to my depressed self. Sometimes i try to bring back that sweet memories of you and me. Remember the time when we went to the park. That cool yellow evening beside the lake. Kids running around and mothers following, ever watchful of their precious.

Have you ever wondered why some feelings are so vivid and everytime we recall it, its like we're there. Even the touches seem to be real. The lotus in the lake, the kites in the sky. I still remember when that cute little girl gave you a flower. What flower was it? I forgot, maybe because you had a soul much elegant than the flower. I dont know. Sometimes it brings tears when you live back all this. But how to hold back memories or feelings...Decisions have to be made. I think were matured enough to think for ourselves, the time to get away from the secure hold of our parents and ou…

Light from a corner window

As it drifted past me,
in tiny streams of white,
slowly counting seconds of time,
that it takes to shine,

in a distance not many,
exist a group of students funny,
some sleeping, some studying if any,
this white light does come in handy,

When my face it finally touches,
most of its cousins already in trenches,
maybe this is the eternity it watches,
slowly time and soul disappears.

-Gp 2005- 26/04/2005

* a lazy afternoon in the library.

Champagne Supernova

The sky's the limit,
nothing below but lies,
stand up now friends and watch,
as we paint the heavens right,
someday we will touch the stars,
lets start today.

Beyond the islands and the seas,
beyond the land far away,
above the mountains in agony,
among the jungles of pain,
among the children on the street,
lets start a revolution.

Paddling the boat upstream,
one hundred arms and legs,
to save a billion babies,
crush the shadow people,
crush the purple mans tyranny,
lets wake up the world.

Today we will fly to the moon,
in a week we will build a base,
in a year we will fly to mars,
in a decade we will fly to the stars,
in a century we will fly to the edge,
lets fly and meet the progenitor.

Drift away your fears brothers,
stand up against the red man,
lock hands and break the black horror,
touch the grey sky and let the rain fall,
come my people of the yellow century,
lets wash away the colours.

Look at the stars my children,
wake up from your century slumber,
stand up brothers and sisters,
we have won a great war…

April Tears

miles away in the northern land
once in April the sun goes down
under one grey roof a house grand
silent rooms with six doors brown

one brown door beautifully old
stood there for years of twenty
behind it on a bed lazily cold
a manic mind between dream and reality

this reality unable to hold its tears
from it floated images and noise
in it stood souls and devilish seers
with many claws and immortal voice

among the sacrilege and heartbreak
rising from a rubble of sorrow
unwillingly waiting for daybreak
my soul crippled and insanity grow

time creeps slowly past
stealing hours of daylight not coming
switching between love near and lost
unable to hold the many hands drowning

watching this my eyes cried of tyranny
I scribbled to God an invisible letter
and in unconscious wishes among many
asking him to save my love my brothers

- Gp 2005 - 24/04/2005

* how I felt going home. Watching love rot away, bonds breaking,tears and insanity. A never ending story in my life.

Sundown April

Great God I’m back. 22 days in the ‘wild’. Minimum internet, maximum satellite, I was getting too comfortable. Family and friends, well more family than friends. 400 kilometers, hour after hour, mountains and towns. Sundown, around 18 of them, the rest was not seen because of rain. Bloggers milestone, maybe the future is here, a global village. And April, not the girl, not the town somewhere, the month that will forever remain in memory. Maybe not the best, or the worst, but somehow strange. Hope to get it right this time. This is our first 100 word composition. An Experiment.

- Gp 2005 - 24/04/2005

* Another experiment in Human Universe called the 100 REALITIES. The above passage has exactly one hundred words. (according to the Microsoft Office word count). I don’t know if it has been done before, but we will be using this to express our daily journeys, achievements, sadness and joy. In short, a composition or a short essay of our life and thoughts. Let see what the future holds. Godsp…

A Streetlight Named Desire

In a distance near
around a dark road bend
on a midget stone sidewalk
there stood a famous streetlight
with a noble desire to shine the path

* A parody of the title of the Pulitzer Prize winning play by Tennessee Williams 'A Streetcar Named Desire' (1947).
*It is consequently made into an award winning movie of the same title directed by Elia Kazan which saw a great cast of Marlon Brando. Addressing complex social issues, sensuality and passion, the story/ play/ movie expressed deep roles for women coupled with intense moral scrutiny and mental composition; bearing all the trademarks of Tennessee Williams creative works.
* Tennessee himself won many awards for his masterpieces, adding another Pulitzer for 'Cat On A Hot Thin Roof' (1955) which was also made into a movie.
* The reality today is that not many plays or stage stories matches the ones written in the past century. While we can wish for some in the future, a detailed examination of today's productions shows pennan…

Creation+Universe

Rein+Statement

"red light for the living,
green light for the dead"
I'm taking this time
to think about life and death

in this bed
or where ever I may lie
and I'm thinking
of gravity

I did something bad
sorry won't be enough
truth and consequence
engulf my mind

the bible I opened
it told a truth
I read and learned
thought of God

"you don't have to wait,
until you die"
with the others
I survive living

in the room
where I could die
without ever knowing
experiencing your embrace

I did something good
I can only hope it enough
dream and hope
wait in time

the friends that I've made
I hope they tell the truth,
I'll be warned,
not to stay away

-I lost my blog, but not my love for writing,
Brian Oglesby

Cremation Specialty

This poem came from a conversation online where a game was played. We'd each say a random word, and it was fun. Well, we began to notice they rhymed, and thus we made it into a poem, here you go: instrument year
resturant beer
painstakenly yellow
knightly fellow
goat whisper
dyslexic december

-sincerely,
Shannon and Brian (Divine Interception)

Girl With The Name Meaning "Song" [2]

something amiss,
and suddenly not much to say.
we turn to each other,
and our lips meet in a kiss.

It was short and sweet,
like the kiss of mention.
our time spent together,
and my choice of if to leave.

on my long way home,
I hold your gift.
It reminds me of you,
and how I am alone.

Your smile really was,
it was of a dream.
It was your gift,
I'd given it to you as.

I'll remember dear girl,
the lessons you'll teach me,
the way that you moved,
the vision of the end of the world.


-damn visions always in the way,
Brian Oglesby

(Divine Interception)

Girl With The Name Meaning "Song" [1]

I'll rewrite this poem until I make it right.
You should get the very best,
and it's going to be a long night,
so I'm going to sit with pencil in hand.
For you,
this poem I write.

Your name meaning song,
with your glasses and hair,
and the voice of the north.

In just maybe a month,
some time in between,
we'll meet like a dream to memory.

The distance is long.
I travel it well.

Not for my life,
and body of me,
will I die before seeing that smile,
the smile given by me.
You are smiling now,
I so wish I could see.

I leave you with this,
a kiss of respect,
a hand on your cloak,
the other on your neck.

The kiss will end,
then I depart,
I'll wish you the best,
all luck in the world,
collect my heart.

It may be hard to walk away,
say our goodbyes,
wish to stay.

You'll need your sleep.
I'll let you go.
I'll just hope that you'll know,
that in this life,
our memories I'll keep.

Goodnight dear Shira,
Brian Oglesby

(Divine Interception)

Countdown From A Year

In Time We Will Meet,
In The Dark Of The Street,
At Night.

"I've come to slay you,"
Of That I Assure True.
"All Right?"

"I want it to be slow,
painful and let me know,
that I'll fight in vain."

"I could do that and more,
fight back and enjoy,
you are in good hands."

It Came To Past,
Silent At Half-Mast,
I Offer You A Poem In Return For.

-Keep your head down,
Brian Oglesby

(Divine Interception)