divendres, 10 de gener de 2020

dimarts, 7 de gener de 2020

The 2019 Iceberg best movies

Golden Iceberg: Advise & Consent, directed by Otto Preminger.

Silver Iceberg: Once upon a time in Hollywood, directed by Quentin Tarantino.

Bronze Iceberg: The Square, directed by Ruben Östlund.

4th: Cold war, directed by Pawel Pawlikowski.

5th: Marriage story, directed by Noah Baumbach.

dilluns, 6 de gener de 2020

dijous, 2 de gener de 2020

Destination Unkown

"At last," she said, "we can have our martinis." She opened the wicker basket and poured the drinks into the silver goblets. "If you look at the gravestone," she said, "you'll see it's a bit unusual." It was a double gravestone bearing the names of Dr. William F. Aiken and his wife, Anna. "They were the parents of Conrad Aiken, the poet. Notice the dates."
Both Dr. and Mrs. Aiken had died on the same day: February 27, 1901.
"This is what happened," she said. "The Aikens were living on Oglethorpe Avenue in a big brick townhouse. Dr. Aiken had his offices on the ground floor, and the family lived on the two floors above. Conrad was eleven. One morning, Conrad awoke to the sounds of his parents quarreling in their bedroom down the hall. The quarreling subsided for a moment. Then Conrad heard his father counting, 'One! Two! Three!' There was a half-stifled scream and then a pistol shot. Then another count of three, another shot, and then a thud. Conrad ran barefoot across Oglethorpe Avenue to the police station where he announced, 'Papa has just shot Mama and then shot himself.' He led the officers to the house and up to his parents' bedroom on the top floor."
Miss Harty lifted her goblet in a silent toast to Dr. and Mrs. Aiken. Then she poured a few drops onto the ground.
"Believe it or not," she said, "one of the reasons he killed her was . . . parties. Aiken hinted at it in 'Strange Moonlight,' one of his short stories. In the story, the father complains to the mother that she's neglecting her family. He says, 'It's two parties every week, and sometimes three or four, that's excessive.' The story was autobiographical, of course. The Aikens were living well beyond their means at the time. Anna Aiken went out to parties practically every other night. She'd given six dinner parties in the month before her husband killed her.

dilluns, 30 de desembre de 2019

Apallissada en un prat

En aquells territoris subjectes a un poder central fort i a un sistema judicial centralitzat, les persecucions haurien estat menors o, fins i tot, inexistents (i. e. Castella, Anglaterra, França). Per contra, les grans caceres de bruixes haurien tingut lloc en territoris amb una major autonomia de les elits locals i un ús habitual del turment judicial [...]

Aquesta dinàmica resulta especialment evident en el cas català, en què la immensa majoria de les actuacions contra la bruixeria foren dutes a terme per tribunals autònoms allunyats d'instàncies centralitzades com la Reial Audiència o el Sant Ofici de la Inquisició. Contràriament a l'opinió més estesa entre el públic no especialitzat, la justícia reial i inquisitorial a Catalunya intentaria de manera infructuosa intervenir en un fenomen antibruixesc que sovint es gestava, esclatava i es resolia a les mateixes comunitats vilatanes [...] Les poques dones que aconseguien portar el seu cas davant el tribunal inquisitorial de Barcelona acabarien sent absoltes o condemnades a penes lleus –amb comptades excepcions–, en consonància amb la visió escèptica del Consell de la Suprema Inquisició (la Suprema) respecte al crim de la bruixeria.

divendres, 6 de desembre de 2019

Our weakest spot

–Perlman: You are too smart not to know how rare, how special what you two had was.

–Elio: Oliver, was Oliver.

–Perlman: Parce-que c'etait lui, parce-que c'etait moi.

–Elio: Oliver may be intelligent but...

–Perlman: No, he was more than intelligent. What you two had, had everything and nothing with intelligence. He was good, you both were lucky to find each other because you too are good.

–Elio: I think he was better than me.

–Perlman: I'm sure he says the same thing of you. And when you least expect it, Nature has cunning ways to find our weakest spot. Just rembeber: I'm here. Right now you may not want to feel anything. Maybe you never wanted to feel anything, and maybe it’s not to me you want to speak about these things, but feel something you obviously did. Look, you had a beautiful friendship, maybe more than a friendship. And I envy you. In my place, most parents would hope the whole thing goes away, or pray that their sons land on their feet. But I am not such a parent. We rip out so much of ourselves to be cured of things faster, that we go bankrupt by the age of 30, and have less to offer each time we start with someone new. But to make you feel nothing so as not to feel anything, what a waste! Have I spoken out of turn? Then I’ll say one more thing it'll clear the air. I may have come close but I never had what you two have. Something always held me back, her stood in the way. How you live your life is your business, just remember our hearts and our bodies are given to us only once, and before you know it, your heart is worn out, and as for your body, there comes a point when no one looks at it, much less wants to come near it. Right now there's sorrow, pain: don't kill it, and with it, the joy you felt.

Call me by your name, Luca Guadagnino.

dissabte, 16 de novembre de 2019

Nothing gold can stay

Fear fun, fear love.
Fresh out of fucks, forever
Trying to be stronger for you.
Ice cream, ice queen,
I dream in jeans and leather.

Life's dream. I'm sweet for you.

Oh god, miss you on my lips.
It's me, your little Venice bitch.

On the stoop with the neighborhood kids,
Calling out, bang bang, kiss kiss.


You're in the yard, I light the fire.
And as the summer fades away,
Nothing gold can stay.
You write, I tour, we make it work.
You're beautiful and I'm insane.
We're American-made.


Give me Hallmark
One dream, one life, one lover.
Paint me happy and blue.
Norman Rockwell.
No hype under our covers,
It's just me and you.

Oh god, miss you on my lips
It's me, your little Venice bitch
On the stoop with the neighborhood kids
Callin' out, bang bang, kiss kiss.

Young baby is back in town now.
You should come, come over.
We'll be hanging around now.
You should come, come over.

Oh god, I love him on my lips.
It's me, your little Venice bitch.
Touch me with your fingertips.
It's me, your little Venice bitch.

Out back in the garden
We're getting high now, because we're older.
Be myself, I like diamonds.
My baby crimson and clover.

If you weren't mine, 
I'd be Jealous of your love.

Lana del Rey, Venice Bitch.

diumenge, 3 de novembre de 2019

Komplett verrückt geworden

Eines Tages, in den Jahren des Träumens und entrückten Pläneschmiedens, kam Speers Vater nach Berlin. Nicht ohne Stolz führte ihn der berühmt gewordene Sohn durch die Akademie, sah mit ihm die Unzahl der Entwürfe durch, die sich inzwischen angehäuft hatte, und erlauterte ihm die Gebäude an der Modellstrasse. Kopfschütelnd, mit unverkennbarem Befremden, wanderten die Blicke des alten Mannes zwischen den Plänen und seinem ereiferten Sohn hind und her. Am Ende hob er nur die Schultern un sagte: "Ihr seid komplett verrückt geworden!".

[Un dia, en els anys de somnis i d'elaboració de plans desmesurats, el pare de Speer va visitar Berlín. No sense orgull, l'ara famós fill el va guiar per l'Acadèmia, van fer un cop d'ull plegats als incomptables plànols que havia anat acumulant, i li va detallar els edificis de les maquetes. Movent el cap, amb un evident desconcert, les mirades del vell es movien entre els plànols i el seu excitat fill. Al final, el pare de Speer va aixecar les espatlles i va dir: "Us heu tornat completament bojos!".]

Speer: Eine Biographie, Joachim Fest.

dijous, 1 d’agost de 2019

Moments estel·lars de la humanitat

Hemos querido hacer conscientes a los turistas de que ellos tienen algo a hacer en este sentido, y es no explicar que han estado en la ciudad, no explicar los tesoros que han conocido, y hacerlos cómplices, como cuando uno va a un lugar y decide no explicarlo, o como cuando uno va a la montaña a cazar setas y no lo explica.

Ana Menéndez, presidenta de la Federació d'Associació de Veïns de Barcelona.

dilluns, 1 de juliol de 2019

Go ask Alice

One pill makes you larger
And one pill makes you small.
And the ones that mother gives you
Don't do anything at all.
Go ask Alice
When she's ten feet tall.

Go ask Alice,
I think she'll know.
Remember what the dormouse said:
"Feed your head".

And if you go chasing rabbits
And you know you're going to fall,
Tell them a hookah-smoking caterpillar
Has given you the call.
Call Alice
When she was just small.

Paul Kalkbrenner, Feed your head.