Stones lead toward a majestic wall
Surrounded by wild flowers
Scattered around and hitting the ground.
When this begins to itch, you will not be able to scratch it.
Strangled in the blackness
Without feeling the river in the sky
That is full of potholes
And the snow is cold and wet
And does not bend for your kindness.
Music is ready for my ears to listen
It’s a new way to say “I am not here.”
I create moments and you live inside of them.
Walking through the shadows
Erase the night with a smile
Give me a shed of sweetness
They’ll be no more substantial focusing
On the path of glorious turmoil
In the sunshine of yesterday’s promises
They’ll never remember what was said before.
Growing love teaches passion
For the wild beauty
Of the human soul.
Let us delight in the mystery
Of a morning sky.
Make room for your spreading dreams
To fully extend.
Do not let good friendships die.
Carry your weight of sweetness
Others will take notice of
Your good will
Just sit down and listen to a thunderstorm
Out there under the stars
It splashes….and it feels good
I am a soul…..being
In everlasting motion.
Puncture me with your words
Hit me with an angry face.
Damage my heart with your dots
That no longer connect
Converse with my nonsense
And hear my defense
I push it all over.
The wet world will dry
Give it a call.
Thursday, April 30, 2009
Wednesday, April 29, 2009
Denielle
Nine Inch Nails Ghosts I-IV

A brief history first.
Nine Inch Nails is considered by many fans to be one of the most influential industrial rock music groups. Trent Reznnor is the founder and the singer, songwriter, and instrumentalist, Reznor is actually the only official member of Nine Inch Nails. He is responsible alone for taking the band in its direction from 1989 to present day. It's hard to believe that its been twenty years now. NIN's music covers a wide range of genres, while retaining a characteristic sound using electronic instruments and processing. Some might say that its heavily computer generated progressive rock. Typically after recording any new album, Reznor tends to assemble a live band to perform with him. It has constantly been a revolving lineup and they often have to rearrange songs to fit a live setting. On stage, NIN often use spectacular visual elements to accompany the performances, which frequently concluded with the band destroying their instruments. I have witnessed such an event. Particularly at a show at the UIC Pavillion in 1999, where Trent was repeatedly kicking the drumset, knocking over the microphones, and throwing his keyboard to the ground.
Nine Inch Nails released Ghosts I - IV, a 36 track instrumental collection in the spring of 2008. It is almost two hours of new music composed and recorded over a ten week period during the Fall of 2007, Ghosts I - IV is a little different and even more mellow for Nine Inch Nails. However it does explore a plethora of new terrain.
Trent Reznor explains, "I've been considering and wanting to make this kind of record for years, but by its very nature it wouldn't have made sense until this point. This collection of music is the result of working from a very visual perspective - dressing imagined locations and scenarios with sound and texture; a soundtrack for daydreams. I'm very pleased with the result and the ability to present it directly to you without interference. I hope you enjoy the first four volumes of Ghosts."
Go here to get the music in the format you wish: http://ghosts.nin.com/main/order_options
Poem Of The Day
About Face
Is there a starting point?
a birth place for the face?
an empty canvas for the soul
awaiting a stroke of unique magic?
this face that I have
was always intended to be my face
and it was originally this face
and eventually it will wrinkle and decay
but my eyes
with or without a face
are the eyes of the world
turn around and face
your identity
before you look ahead at a mirror
which only reflects
it does not capture
the holistic essence of your being
my face is a vehicle for expressing
laughter, tears, anger
sarcasm, strain, and the
individual look of fear
can God see beyond my poker face?
Is there a starting point?
a birth place for the face?
an empty canvas for the soul
awaiting a stroke of unique magic?
this face that I have
was always intended to be my face
and it was originally this face
and eventually it will wrinkle and decay
but my eyes
with or without a face
are the eyes of the world
turn around and face
your identity
before you look ahead at a mirror
which only reflects
it does not capture
the holistic essence of your being
my face is a vehicle for expressing
laughter, tears, anger
sarcasm, strain, and the
individual look of fear
can God see beyond my poker face?
Tuesday, April 28, 2009
Reservoir Dogs Critique

Reservoir Dogs really packs a lot of punches and by the end of the film leaves us viewers completely battered. From the moment that we tumble into the realm of the gang of eight, we are hopelessly trapped there until the final credits roll. For actor/director/ writer Quentin Tarantino, this is a triumph, displaying all the marks of a longtime fan of the genre.
A jewelry store robbery has gone wrong - extremely wrong - for the thieves. One member of the gang is dead, and several are missing. The survivors, including Mr. White (Harvey Keitel), Mr. Pink (Steve Buscemi), and a critically-injured Mr. Orange (Tim Roth), are stuck in a warehouse, trying to figure out how to get out of the situation. Suspicions start to run wild, as White and Pink discuss the possibility of a traitor among them, and the tension escalates when Mr. Blonde (Michael Madsen) shows up with a little surprise in the trunk of his car. Whenever I hear the song "Stuck In The Middle With You," by Steelers Wheels, it gives me the creeps.
The cast is top notch, and the parts the actors have to play are fully exposed. Tarantino invests each member of his group with a unique and distinct personality. Since he's never been content with stereotypes, the writer/director digs deeper into the mind, bringing out the humanity in even someone as viciously sadistic and psychotic as Mr. Blonde. To go along with the characters is a surprising plot, filled with wonderful little twists and turns, never knowing what's around the corner. The non-chronological manner in which the story is told is slightly confusing at first, but everything eventually makes sense later.
Tarantino's directing creates a high-voltage style that's entirely his own. The writing is crisp and clean. The quick-witted dialogue leaves the audience consistantly wondering and laughing aloud. The absurd humor and dark comedy are among many of Reservoir Dogs' defining elements. This is one of those rare motion pictures that's both intelligent and crude at the same time.
Highly recommended! BUT those who are squeamish about blood should be wary. While the gore in this film isn't gratuitous, there's a great deal of it, and one particular torture scene is chillingly and vividly depicted. As I said earlier, the song I previously mentioned will never sound the same again! Gripping and gut-wrenching, Reservoir Dogs is likely to stay with you for a long time.
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