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چرا امسال همه دارن سوگ و سوگواری رو تجربه می‌کنن؟ از نزدیک‌ترین تا دورترین افرادی که می‌شناسم، خیلی‌هاشون امسال پدر یا مادرشون رو از دست دادن و حقیقتا هیچ‌وقت تا این حد ترس از دست‌دادن عزیزانم رو تجربه نکرده بودم. یکی از دوست‌هایی که خیلی زیاد دوستش دارم، همین چند روز اخیر مادرش رو از دست داده و از اینکه نمی‌تونم پیشش باشم، واقعاً قلبم درد می‌گیره.
”چه بسیار بودند آدم‌هایی مثل او که این روزها در انتظار زمستان بر خود می‌لرزیدند، مثل بوته‌هایی ضعیف و تک افتاده، که می‌دانستند به حال خود رها شده و محکوم به مرگ‌اند و با این حال قدرتش را نداشتند که از زندگی دست بشویند و بی‌درنگ خود را از شر سرنوشتی که ذره‌ذره ویرانشان می‌کرد خلاص کنند.“
— عصیان، از یوزف روت
”مردها یکی از دیگری بی‌فکرترند، همه‌شان می‌خواهند بدون قبول مسئولیت لذت ببرند، به قول معروف همه‌شان می‌خواهند، بدون انکه بهایی بپردازند، صاحب همه‌چیز شوند.“
— عصیان، از یوزف روت
”مردها یکی از دیگری بی‌فکرترند، همه‌شان می‌خواهند بدون قبول مسئولیت لذت ببرند، به قول معروف همه‌شان می‌خواهند، بدون انکه بهایی بپردازند، صاحب همه‌چیز شوند.“
— عصیان، از یوزف روت
”مردها یکی از دیگری بی‌فکرترند، همه‌شان می‌خواهند بدون قبول مسئولیت لذت ببرند، به قول معروف همه‌شان می‌خواهند، بدون انکه بهایی بپردازند، صاحب همه‌چیز شوند.“
— عصیان، از یوزف روت
انتخاب گلوریا سوانسون واسه این فیلم خیلی هوشمندانه‌ست، چون خود گلوریا هم توی دوره سینمای صامت ستاره بزرگی بود و فیلم هم با تکیه بر زندگی و گذشته واقعی‌اش مرز بین نورما دزموند و گلوریا سوانسون رو جذاب‌تر می‌کنه. بین فیلم‌هایی که تاکنون از بیلی وایلدر دیدم، سانست بولوارد از همه بیشتر واسه من جذاب بود، تا جایی که احتمال می‌دم جزو چهار فیلم موردعلاقه‌ام باشه.
“jesus died for somebody's sins, but not mine, melting in a pot of thieves, wild card up my sleeve, thick, heart of stone, my sins, my own, they belong to me, me, people said, "beware", but I don't care, their words are just rules and regulations to me, me, I walk in a room, you know I look so proud, I move in this here atmosphere where anything's allowed, then I go to this here party and I just get bored, until I look out the window, see a sweet young thing, humping on a parking meter, leaning on the parking meter, she looks so good, oh, she looks so fine, and I've got this crazy feeling that I'm going to, make her mine, I'll put my spell on her, here she comes, walking down the street, here she comes, coming through my door, here she comes, crawling up my stair, here she comes, waltzing through the hall in a pretty red dress, and she looks so good, she looks so fine, and I've got this crazy feeling that I'm going to, make her mine, then I hear this knocking on my door, hear this knocking on my door, and I look up to the big tower clock and say, "my god, it's midnight", and my baby is walking through the door laying on my couch, she whispers to me and I take the big plunge, and she was so good, and she was so fine, and I'm going to tell the world that I just, made her mine, and I said darling, tell me your name, she told me her name, she whispered to me, she told me her name, and her name is, and her name is, and her name is, and her name is glori, gloria, gloria, gloria, gloria, gloria, gloria, gloria, gloria, I was at the stadium, there were twenty thousand girls, called their names out to me, marie, tuth, but to tell you the truth, I didn't hear them, I didn't see, I let my eyes rise to the big tower clock, and I heard those bells chiming in my heart going, ding-dong, ding-dong, ding-dong, ding-dong, ding-dong, ding-dong, ding-dong, ding-dong, calling the time when you came to my room, and you whispered to me, and we took the big plunge, and you were so good, you were so fine, and I've got to tell the world that I made ya mine, made ya mine, made her mine made ya mine made her mine made ya mine, gloria, gloria, gloria, gloria, gloria, gloria, gloria, gloria, when the tower bells chime, ding-dong they chime, I said that Jesus died for somebody's sins, but not mine, gloria, gloria, gloria, gloria, gloria, gloria, gloria, gloria, gloria, gloria, gloria, gloria, gloria, gloria, gloria, gloria, gloria, gloria, gloria, gloria, gloria, gloria, gloria, gloria, gloria, gloria.”
this was genuinely one of the best birthdays i've ever had. i love my friends more than words can say. they're truly the best. (also, i forgot to take a picture of my birthday cake)
“This is the city where men are mended. I lie on a great anvil. The flat blue sky-circle, flew off like the hat of a doll, when I fell out of the light. I entered the stomach of indifference, the wordless cupboard. The mother of pestles diminished me. I became a still pebble. The stones of the belly were peaceable, the head-stone quiet, jostled by nothing. Only the mouth-hole piped out, importunate cricket in a quarry of silences. The people of the city heard it. They hunted the stones, taciturn and separate, the mouth-hole crying their locations. Drunk as a foetus, I suck at the paps of darkness. The food tubes embrace me. Sponges kiss my lichens away. The jewelmaster drives his chisel to pry, open one stone eye. This is the after-hell: I see the light. A wind unstoppers the chamber, of the ear, old worrier. Water mollifies the flint lip, and daylight lays its sameness on the wall. The grafters are cheerful, heating the pincers, hoisting the delicate hammers. A current agitates the wires, volt upon volt. Catgut stitches my fissures. A workman walks by carrying a pink torso. The storerooms are full of hearts. This is the city of spare parts. My swaddled legs and arms smell sweet as rubber. Here they can doctor heads, or any limb. On Fridays the little children come to trade their hooks for hands. Dead men leave eyes for others. Love is the uniform of my bald nurse. Love is the bone and sinew of my curse. The vase, reconstructed, houses, the elusive rose. Ten fingers shape a bowl for shadows. My mendings itch. There is nothing to do. I shall be good as new.”
— The Stones, by Sylvia Plath
