Synecdoche, New York

the most ridiculous thing about living
is that childhood is its own eternity
and then suddenly you’re an adult. time
moves faster and faster and life is
sectioned off into sleeping eating working
blinking repeating. i forget what day
of the week it is. i can go into
a store and buy whatever they’ll let me
and whatever i have the money for.
nothing means anything but also
everything means something. i work so hard
and get paid almost nothing. i stare in
to space between customers and think of
being somewhere else. i just had a birthday
and i keep forgetting how old i am.
all i do is work and wait around.
all i do is want things i can’t have.
i often wish i was somewhere else,
i wish i was different. i feel trapped,
i don’t like it. for just a split second
in the scope of time i exist, and then
i’ll be gone. am i lucky to be here,
or am i cursed? why is living so hard?
more and more i think about the people
in my life i love and never see, never
make the time for. it brings me pain. i sit
and want and plan and don’t act and time keeps
moving. wasted minutes, years. the last
decade, vanished, gone forever. my youth
slipped through my fingers. i try my best not
to let it pull me down. i need to try
and live in the moment. i need to change
my life, it’s not going to change on its own.
i need to stop crying over this movie,
it ended over an hour ago.

From Lucy’s review of Synecdoche, New York – Letterboxd, 2019.

im giving it three

out of attempted empathy or niceness..
.. because: psuedo interlectual, tripe,
greek-mis-approproiating (indulgin
in theatre/drama/physchologism..
possibly that type of pagansim…
AKA (woody allen-esque) attempted
“oddyssaic-streamish-of-consciences blah-ism”

But i wont say “pyscho-bable” becasse IMO,
the psychologism of misery behind
the OVERT text line is actually vaild (imo)
but suspicious of pagan/ bending symobolgy?
Theres nothing new under the sun
take care anyway

(An Amazon review for Synecdoche New York)

A simple little school dress

I love the simple style
of these check school dresses.
They look lovely on my granddaughter
     who is five
A pretty and practical design.

The yellow check is not often seen
in my local area
so I ordered on line
I bought three.
     One to wear,
          one in the wash
     and one ready to wear.

I know they will wash well
and keep their fresh look
as long as my daughter in law
     doesn’t throw the jeans
          in the wash as well.

Taken from an online review of a Marks & Spencer Classic Checked Dress, posted 17 May 2014. By Uschi Gatward.

German Undershirts

Just the way they feel against my skin
it must be some special kind of German cotton
I don’t know
I put one on
it slides over my skin
and immediately I see a whole world
that city where I lived
where I did so many things
like Oz, a strange place
but most of its was beautiful!
I see my flat where I used to live
staying up all night with music
and dancing and crazy things
I smell the coal again
and the snow
just from this undershirt
I bought the child’s size
Germans are much bigger than I am
they’re really big ladies
they’re like beautiful Walkyries
I missed my German undershirts
then I found them on the internet
made in Germany
the quality is unbelievable
they last forever

From a product review on German Amazon. By Grace Andreacchi.

More Pigs Occur

So.

The first thing we see
is a plastic trash bag
with some paper chains spilling out.
A man
in a green t-shirt grabs it and deposits it
in a dumpster.
A boy
on a bike watches him.
A man uproots
some plants in a greenhouse
and harvests the squiggling maggot-y worms in the potting soil.
He puts a couple of them into medicinal capsules. Mirrors figure
conspicuously.

Later
something happens to Kris.
The man
puts her under a spell. She sees, tastes, feels
and does whatever he tells her to, but she can’t
look at him because he says

his head is made of the same substance as the sun.

Her mind records
entire conversations, and the complete text
of Henry David Thoreau’s Walden.
Another man collects, records
and plays sounds
and performs synchronous surgery on Kris
and a pig, apparently transferring a parasite
from one to the other, establishing
an indefinable psychic link
between them.

Kris encounters Jeff
on a train.
They connect. Their thoughts
get mixed up, which is to say that they’re both convinced
that some of their memories have been
appropriated by the other. Their conversations
transpire
in several different places at once, or perhaps
at different times
in the same place.

Or different times at once. Some orchids growing
on tree roots
by the edge of a stream
change color.

More pigs occur.

Some association
is evinced between them, Kris
and other somnambulists.

Kris is
confused
and afraid.

From a review of the film Upstream Colour on RogerEbert.com. By Wesley Brown.

Dancing on the Edge

His characters
Come on
And make small
Anodyne
Statements
Then compose their faces,
Into expressions
Of meaningful
Intent
Have you seen my glove?
Your glove?
Yes…my glove.
This glove?
The other glove.
Another glove?
Yes….have you
Seen it?
No.
Followed,
By an expression
Of Fleeting
Wind.

From a TV review by AA Gill in the Sunday Times, 10 February 2013. By HWB.

Houndstooth

Things started to go downhill
while I was trying to
administer novocaine to a dog.
I’m still not entirely sure what happened.
I was trying to inject his gums with anesthesia
when a message popped up,
telling me I had failed.

Game over.

From a review of an ipad app called ‘Dental Surgery’. By Mat Riches.