Off Topic: Today’s Verse 77

It was like the ocean had divided up an inheritance,
the acrid shallows patched up nutritional leaks,
and the sailors aboard the mega-yacht
saw land steaming in distant outcroppings
of neglected altar wishes

For this timid adventurer has eloped into the sunset
without the pleading beats of her admirer,
whose cries for mirrored affections were touched
by tortured temperatures,

sizzling at the border stat –
this dream has grown into a prison

So into the ocean the liberator plunges
to catch the waves’ scattering factions,
far away from the light, the source of
serpentine glows that once divined an unimaginable future

in exchange for the warm stillness
that romances the universe,
one inner darling fire at a time

it was like the ocean had awoken
the pulchritude of a nation
and the sailors abruptly recollected
their own dreams of something new.

– yiqi 19 november 2014  10:14 AM


Dream camp

A dream camped outside my stronghold, stoking the fires of my cellar dweller,
and unseen, blew smoke of orange blossoms and cinnamon through the iron bars,
then one day, the creature emerged, blinded by light and fast as a wizard.

The greatest gift someone can give you is the key to your own heart. When you meet someone who unlocks this door, walk through it and don’t look back even if you have to keep walking alone.

NFL 2014: Spending time with Laggies and the Falcons feed it to the Buccaneers

Today’s festivities included a matinee of Laggies (Lynn Shelton, 2014), some pulled pork with sweet potato tots and collard greens, and knowing that the Atlanta Falcons still have some stardust in their eyes.

I had a great cinema-going experience today, partly because I like Keira Knightley and partly because it has been quite a while since the last time I’ve been able to have a movie on a Sunday afternoon.  Sam Rockwell was a scene-stealer; he and Keira produce a kind of screen chemistry I hadn’t thought would be convincing.  Yet, it was quite believable.  Keira’s lip may pout and her nose may scrunch up often — these things she may not consciously be able to stop from doing when delivering lines.  What I like the most about her gestures and expressions is the way she can look at her costar and the viewer knows how much her character has been affected by the person standing before her.

As a film itself, though, there was something missing in the tension and other intangible qualities between the characters.  Laggies is more of a daydream that became some flesh and some blood than a film that germinated from blood and bone from the beginning.

I watched the Atlanta Falcons try to do their thing last season but haven’t done so yet this season until today.  Granted, the last five or so minutes were on one of the flatscreens while I was eating an early dinner, but I did watch them keep the Tampa Bay Buccaneers from having a chance to win or score again.  The Falcons 21 and the Buccaneers 17.  Final score.

I put up some Christmas decorations tonight.  The little snow children and tree are on display the whole year round, but I put up lights for the first time this year.

Reunion with An Old Friend

It has been such, such a long time since I’d drawn anything mimetic, specifically half a face.  I used to make these sketches on any piece of paper I didn’t have to submit as a homework assignment or an official document.  I was at dinner, waiting for my food, and suddenly felt inspired by the white paper atop the table cloth.




The song I quoted is “Lost Stars” from the film Begin Again (John Carney, 2013).  Keira Knightley sings one version in it and I absolutely love it.


Somewhere, somehow, sitting at the dinner table, I found that girl again; the one I used to be (sometimes), the one I really liked to be when I wasn’t doing school work and trying to figure out how to be a contributing member of society, upholding the social contract and all that blue grass.  I want to know her again.  I want to be her again, not all of the cynical and excessively misanthropic hues, but the good stuff.  J’en veux.


PS.  I am growing out my bangs.
PPS. During the summer of 2013, I bemoaned the impossibility of talking to one’s body in a way that it would listen and behave accordingly.  I have discovered recently that it is entirely possible to speak to one’s body in a way that it will be accommodating.  One just really has to believe the body will oblige.

Amy Elliot Dunne – Full Tidal

I liked instantly Rosamund Pike when I saw her in Pride & Prejudice (Joe Wright, 2004).  An Education (Lone Scherfig, 2009), Johnny English (Oliver Parker, 2011), The World’s End (Edgar Wright, 2013), and Hector and the Search for Happiness (Peter Chelsom, 2014) have only reinforced my admiration of her mise-en-scene and talent.

Upon discovering that she would portray Amy Elliot Dunne in David Fincher‘s adaptation of Gillian Flynn‘s novel of the same name, I was determined not to see it.  Why?  I listened to the audio book a few years ago and absolutely despised the character of Amy.  I didn’t want to see Rosamund Pike’s acting abilities make me hate her.  Even though Nick isn’t entirely sympathetic throughout the entire narrative, he is supposed to be the less villainous of the pair.

Nevertheless, I changed my mind and saw it today.  Surprisingly, I did not hate Rosamund Pike afterwards.  I actually found the film more enjoyable than the audio book as it leveled the playing field of character (non)likeability.

For those of you who’ve seen the film, I recommend this article about the concept of “irrelationship,” something that breathes much better in the film than in the book.

While listening to Fiona Apple‘s Tidal album on the way home, the lyrics to every song struck me as quite fitting for the motivations and themes of this story.

The track list:
1.  Sleep to Dream
2.  Sullen Girl
3.  Shadowboxer
4.  Criminal
5.  Slow like Honey
6.  The First Taste
7.  Never Is a Promise
8.  The Child is Gone
9.  Pale September
10.  Carrion

The titles alone correspond to the plot development (though not necessarily in that order).  Observe the lyrics:

I tell you how I feel, but you don’t care
I say tell me the truth, but you don’t dare
You say love is a hell you cannot bear
And I say gimme mine back and then go there – for all I care

I got my feet on the ground
And I don’t go to sleep to dream
You got your head in the clouds
And you’re not at all what you seem
This mind, this body
And this voice cannot be stifled by your deviant ways
So don’t forget what I told you
Don’t come around, I got my own hell to raise
- Sleep to Dream


Once my lover, now my friend
What a cruel thing to pretend
What a cunning way to condescend
Once my lover, and now my friend

Oh, you creep up like the clouds
And you set my soul at ease
Then you let your love abound
And you bring me to my knees
- Shadowboxer


I’ve been a bad, bad girl
I’ve been careless with a delicate man
And it’s a sad, sad world
When a girl would break a boy
just because she can

Don’t you tell me to deny it,
I’ve done wrong and I wanna suffer for my sins
I’ve come to you
‘Cause I need guidance to be true
And I just don’t know where I can begin
- Criminal


The song that made me do a mental double-take was “Slow like Honey” :

You moved like honey in my dream last night
Yeah, some old fires were burning
You came near to me and you endeared to me
But you couldn’t quite discern me

Does that scare you?
I’ll let you run away
But your heart will not oblige you
You’ll remember me like a melody
Yeah, I’ll haunt the world inside you

And my big secret gonna win you over
Slow like honey, heavy with mood

I’ll let you see me
I’ll covet your regard
I’ll invade your demeanor
And you’ll yield to me like a scent in the breeze
And you’ll wonder what it is about me

It’s my big secret
Keeping you coming
Slow like honey, heavy with mood

Though dreams can be deceiving
Like faces are to hearts
They serve for sweet relieving
When fantasy and reality lie too far apart

So I stretch myself across like a bridge
And I pull you to the edge
And stand there waiting, trying to attain
The end to satisfy the story
Shall I release you? Must I release you?
As I rise to meet my glory

But my big secret
Gonna hover over your life
Gonna keep you reaching
When I’m gone like yesterday
When I’m high like heaven
When I’m strong like music
‘Cause I’m slow like honey, and
Heavy with mood


Pic creds: google image search; movie poster reinterpreted by me.