دلم مثل صفحه desktopام سالهاست که خلوت و خلوت تر می شود.
نیمه عادی
Saturday, October 10, 2015
Saturday, June 20, 2015
Birdman
- I'm gonna destroy your play
- Did I do anything to offend you?
- as a matter of fact you did, you took up space in a theater that otherwise might have been used on something worthwhile.
- OK well you didn't know if it is any good or not
- that's true, I haven't read a word of it or even seen the preview but after the opening tomorrow I'm going to turn in the worst review anybody has ever read and I'm going to close your play. Would you like to know why? because I hate you and everyone you represent. Entitled, selfish, spoiled children. Blissfully untrained, unversed and unprepared to even attempt real art. Handing each other awards for cartoons and pornography. Measuring your work in weekends. Well this is theater and you don't get to come in here and pretend you can write, direct and act in your own propaganda piece without coming through me first. So break a leg
- ... I'm an actor...
- You are no actor you are a celebrity, let's be clear on that.
- Did I do anything to offend you?
- as a matter of fact you did, you took up space in a theater that otherwise might have been used on something worthwhile.
- OK well you didn't know if it is any good or not
- that's true, I haven't read a word of it or even seen the preview but after the opening tomorrow I'm going to turn in the worst review anybody has ever read and I'm going to close your play. Would you like to know why? because I hate you and everyone you represent. Entitled, selfish, spoiled children. Blissfully untrained, unversed and unprepared to even attempt real art. Handing each other awards for cartoons and pornography. Measuring your work in weekends. Well this is theater and you don't get to come in here and pretend you can write, direct and act in your own propaganda piece without coming through me first. So break a leg
- ... I'm an actor...
- You are no actor you are a celebrity, let's be clear on that.
Wednesday, May 27, 2015
But vilifying those we love always detaches us from them a little
"She had just left, enraged. She hated him now. That broken promise at their rendezvous seemed to her an insult, and she sought yet more reasons to separate from him: he was incapable of heroism, he was weak, ordinary, softer than a woman, and also greedy and timid.
Then, growing calmer, she came to see that she had probably disparaged him unjustly. But vilifying those we love always detaches us from them a little. We should not touch our idols: their gliding will remain on our hands."
Madame Bovary
Then, growing calmer, she came to see that she had probably disparaged him unjustly. But vilifying those we love always detaches us from them a little. We should not touch our idols: their gliding will remain on our hands."
Madame Bovary
Monday, May 4, 2015
"Nobody loves you like I do"
"He had heard these things said to him so often that for him there was nothing original about them. Emma was like any other of his mistresses, and the charm of novelty slipping off gradually like a peace of clothing revealed in his nakedness the eternal monotony of passion which always assumes the same form and uses the same languages. He could not perceive, this man of such broad experiences, the difference in feelings that might underlay similarities of expression."
-Madam Bovary
Saturday, January 3, 2015
What do you think is wrong with North America?
Obedience, fear of liability, PR and media to name a few.
Wednesday, November 12, 2014
Book Review
The Trial by Franz Kafka
My rating: 5 of 5 stars
The Trial is the story of a man arrested and prosecuted by a remote inaccessible authority for an unknown reason. I have heard that the story might get inspiration from what happened to Otto Gross a psychoanalyst and the only child of Hans Gross father of the science of criminology. Otto Gross who had was tried and incarcerated at the behest of his father without him knowing exactly why he was being arrested.
There is no law nor justice in The Trial, it is just unorganized excessively layered of people and interactions, bureaucracy and records that establish an imaginary hierarchy of power.
The ones in power have gone all the way into every aspects of people's lives, they occupy their bedrooms and turn it into courthouses. They take people's wives if they wanted to and people who have become chronically sad, numb and weak are incapable of doing anything. The so called justice has exhausted them.
Power wants you weak. It wants you to bend on your knees and kiss his ass. That is what the ones in power sadistically enjoy from being powerful.
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My rating: 5 of 5 stars
The Trial is the story of a man arrested and prosecuted by a remote inaccessible authority for an unknown reason. I have heard that the story might get inspiration from what happened to Otto Gross a psychoanalyst and the only child of Hans Gross father of the science of criminology. Otto Gross who had was tried and incarcerated at the behest of his father without him knowing exactly why he was being arrested.
There is no law nor justice in The Trial, it is just unorganized excessively layered of people and interactions, bureaucracy and records that establish an imaginary hierarchy of power.
The ones in power have gone all the way into every aspects of people's lives, they occupy their bedrooms and turn it into courthouses. They take people's wives if they wanted to and people who have become chronically sad, numb and weak are incapable of doing anything. The so called justice has exhausted them.
Power wants you weak. It wants you to bend on your knees and kiss his ass. That is what the ones in power sadistically enjoy from being powerful.
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Monday, November 10, 2014
محاکمه
منطق بی شک سخت استوار است ولی نمی تواند با انسانی مقابله کند که می خواهد به زندکی کردن ادامه دهد
Monday, October 6, 2014
عقاید یک دلقک
اما در مورد ماری وضع به شکل دیگری است. به طور حتم از "افت هنری" و بدبختی که دچار آن شدهام، بسیار محنتزده و دلگیر خواهد شد. در حالی که خودم چنین احساسی ندارم. هیچ کس در این دنیا، چون در بطن موقعیت خاص انسان دیگر قرار ندارد، نمیتواند احساس صحیح و درستی درباره بدی یا خوبی مسئلهای داشته باشد، حالا خواه این مسئله به خوشبختی و بدبختی، به عشق و یا "افت هنری" ارتباط داشته باشد. واقعیت امر این است که هر فردی همواره به نوعی خارج از وضعیت و شرایط انسانی دیگر قرار دارد. برای من اصلا مهم نیست که در سالنهای بدبو و تاریک، در برابر خانمهای کاتولیک خانهدار و یا پرستارهای پروتستان...
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