Saturday, April 30

Brazil

Brasil

'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 -

Friday, April 29

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.

Thursday, April 28

My 43 Things Wish List

A pretty cool wishlist linking people, wishes, and the places they stay...

43 Things

Fantasy World Order

Where do you stand in the globalisation debate? Do you put your faith in regulation or the free market? If you were world leader, what would your policy agenda be? Let fantasyworldorder help you decide!

fantasyworldorder will help you determine the political position closest to your own. Create your own fantasy world leader and find out how you score against public opinion - the most popular fantasy world leader wins a prize.

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 our home.

Remember the day you finally came to stay with me. Those days rival the days of the creation itself. The happiest days our lives. Every single moment treasured in time. Those cold nights, beside the amber light, you in my hands. I was cold, so cold, but you gave me the warmth to survive. Success and failure, everything everyone must go through in life. Nothing much to say about that, you were there everytime i feel down, and i assured you i am always there, everywhere everytime, around you, much like the enigmatic atoms. In creation both big and small, the universe, stars and humans.There are always two of everything. Humans do enjoy the same rules. Enjoy... is this the correct words.

Maybe God figured we cant survive alone. Civilizations rise and fall, death and destructions, in the darkest days and sadness nights, there are always another human, mother, father, brothers or sisters, or me and you. Everytime when it seems we're walking in the shadows of the death, there is another soul near or far, always thinking of you. The other day i was cleaning my desk, i came across my much treasured little time capsul. Its a time machine, full of letters. Our letters, letters from my parents and my brothers. When i read the letters it takes me back in time, reassuring me sometimes that we had worse days or better days. Better days to cherish and dreadful days to forget.

Remember the days when even a kiss was not enough. The pain was unbearable. The scar left forever. But the miracle of the Lord that everytime we came back, strived through the tragedy, tragedy of the roses and thorn.Ever wondered why things that we do or experience have much relevance to the past great epics of life. All those made up stories, great literature, excellent naration, beautiful language. I think if books have souls of their own, then all those stories would be justified. You not being here, such emptiness in my life. The place is always cold. I dont even switch on the lights at nights. Only one illumination i remember, one glow, shining my life and my future paths. Those tiring days when we talked for hours about marriage. The nothing can separate us.

Those days we fought often only to fall asleep in each others arm at the end of the day. Remembering those petty arguments. How many children to have, their names... a bigger home, better job, money. All those when we were just stepping into that huge new world. Living by ourselves. Thinking of marriage when our parents had different plans. Grand is the God's design, we were always together. Whatever the design, we will die together. Not now but when we lived our dreams.

The last two years were gray and deep. Beautiful days.Remember that september. The september. Cold, rainy days, some of those rare clear skies with warm yellow showers of sunlight. Each and every second of those days, we spend in fear, in silent tears running from those mesmerizing blue eyes. God's own eyes. Thats what you have. But in those days of agony, we still had moments of laugther and in that moments, a hug or a kiss, was like...something I cant express in words. Then came the day, the moment of truth,maybe we can call it an experiment with truth. That morning, it was raining like the heavens are crashing down. Winds bending trees into beautiful arcs. Just as in the paintings. How do they ever paint those moments, slates in time of events so chaotic. In a few hours we were standing in the registrars office. The feelings undescribable.

You and me, finally, no one will separate us. I figured something as monumental as getting married was worth some fireworks in the sky. But it ended so fast. We had such great friends. But i guess it would have been better if our parents were there. thinking back of the day, that morning. That great picture was missing so many elements. So many souls. Well, they never understood and I wonder if they ever will. But nothing else mattered then. We were legally married. Witnessed by God. Funny that some signatures on papers were so important to legalize a chapter in life. A chapter when you die and erased yesterday, and are reborn to live today, not as a single person but two souls, captured in one electric bond, like the sky and earth itself. Formalities, are the only things that the democracies can be proud of.

-Gp 2003 -

* another experiment with a short story.
* wrote this two years back.

Wednesday, April 27

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,
here we are among the stars,
lets catch the champagne supernova...

- Gp 2005 - 26/04/2005

* something spontaneous. lets fly to the stars...

* unedited verses, nowadays I just write and post, because if I give a second thought, then I return to edit alot and the whole idea changes.

* the main idea of the poem is a revolution to start a race and to win the race. the race of humankind against time. the decaying earth can no longer hold our dreams, so we have to set free and sail the stars.

* champagne supernova is also a song from the group Oasis (my absolute favourite)

Sunday, April 24

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. Godspeed.

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 pennants of commercialization and mass marketing, seldom evoking strong individual feelings. Among others, nowadays stage performances and their stories aim to create and elaborate general feelings and coincidental relationships rather than celebrating humanities uniqueness.

Tuesday, April 12

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

Tuesday, April 5

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

Monday, April 4

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)

Sunday, April 3

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)

Friday, April 1

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)