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February 28 S's List..Everything is possible. Any montrosity. All beauty. Anything imaginable can usually be executed.
We just have to be willing to pay the price for it.
For they are right, heaven does come with a price tag attached to it. And if we must partake the pleasures,so must we bear the payment.
Saw Schindler's List yesterday in a rare screening. The auditorium was small and cosy. There were a few chairs but mostly cushions were arranged on the wooden stairs to allow the audiences the vague comfort of physical discomfort. I dont think its a movie most of us would be happy watching in the cushy luxuries of homely armchairs.
I expected the movie to be dark, deary and depressing.
It is a movie that plays in the back of your mind, long after you have seen it. It puts its self in that vague area of subconscious and conscious that you find yourself startled to be thinking about it again. Its random loop slowly interweaves its way in through mundane thoughts of life n work. And suddenly the graphic images come back. And amidst, all of it, a laughing businessman entertaining and living.
A man on his way to becoming an industrialist fighting for his right to production. And his country's army, busy fighting a World War listening to him <amidst generously handed bribes>. Interestingly, it took a Jew to get him there.
Spools of reel slowly etching out his self-bespoonery even as intelligence draws upon him. The subtleties of his charachter shifting to adapt yet silently influence those around him. His ability to read a man for what he's worth. For what his price is.
Paying it as bribes. First for profits. Then using those those to further price a man's soul and his right to life.
The classic words when the negotiation happens with Goethe- the SS Nazi man.
What are those people worth to you.
No, what are they worth to you.
A train misdirected to Aushwitz.
Take 300 other people, instead of the ones on your list. They are just names.
A gamble. It would still be 300 lives.
No. I want those.
What if he lost. He would have lost the chance of saving 300 extra lives.
Played and won. Gave men back their wives and childern their mothers.
And the man, who played the part lost the Oscar to Tom Hanks for Philadelphia.
Lesson: Our sins of present are more important than the sins of our ancestors.
Hanks was incredible too, btw.
A brilliant Classic. February 20 MadnessMadness. Madness. Insanity. Idealism. Dreamer. Visionary. Impossibility. Anarchy. Insanity. Madness. We all need a bit of madness to stay sane. Or do we need a bit of sanity to stay Mad. Who would I rather be. Mssr Sane or Mssr Mad. Or a bit of both. Who is more fun. Who lives life on the edge. Who climbs swifter but falls faster too. Builds castles in the air and then brings in sanity. Execute the worldly responsibilites or play with the demons within. In a world that is getting boringly real, bringing out the madness is good way to stay sane. Need something to hold unto. A vision. A dream. Or perhaps a quirk. Quirkiness. A prized state of being. Whimsical minus the emotion. Sillily Nerdy. With a point. Can be witty. Might think out of the box. Might just be plain silliness. A milder way to walk the edge. Quirk. An intellectualised repositry of risk. Quirk. Look at a word for long enough and it may lose form and meaning. Does that hold true for most other things as well. Try n tell. Can I get back in touch with the madness within. Realism is too boring. February 16 ...in the vanishing blue smoke
a fading genie tells
the petering rain drop
dont be afraid to go
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