Revolution...

Everyone knows that the United States has prided itself on the idea of revolution in the attempt to right what is wrong with our government. Politicians once worked for the people. Often times it will take a select group of voices to bring others together when the need for change is nigh. 1776, 1960, 1970. And in Boston, 2009, a "rally" was called to protest impending taxes. A re-enactment of the Boston Tea Party was to end the impending new taxes from being passed. The following video is inherently the best interpretation of how there is no longer (and sadly may never again be) true protest movements, even in Boston, Massachusetts.

"There are not enough hours in the day anymore

Children on a playground
in a rainstorm
Happily

Calling the absurd
the critical voice
and the absurdist
the generation-.

I am perpetually
let down by what I see
on the television each day
and what I wait to read
The Next.

Where did They take them?"

-And I said "It can't happen here."

Sunday Morning, 10:29 a.m.....

I'll write you a letter tomorrow
Tonight I can't hold a pen
Someone's got a stamp that I can borrow
I promise not to blow the address again

Lights that flash in the evening,
Through a crack in the drapes

Jesus rides beside me
He never buys any smokes
Hurry up, hurry up, ain't you had enough of this stuff
Ashtray floors, dirty clothes, and filthy jokes

See you're high and lonesome
Try and try and try

Lights that flash in the evening,
Through a hole in the drapes
I'll be home when I'm sleeping
I can't hardly wait

I can't wait. Hardly wait.

The Replacements - Can't Hardly Wait

Today

To the lynch mob
-laughing before their parade
"I do not know what time it is
-but it cannot be too late"

Faster than
a scurried mind
dropt in water to
later flush out

Whipper-Wilm and Whipper-Woo
Cast the sun
down sunshadow shown
Past the creeks and muddled floom

Musing...

I don't care how far Gone I am. As long as it's Real Gone.

24th Chorus...

24th Chorus
by Jack Kerouac

San Francisco is too sad
Time, I cant understand
Fog, shrouds the hills in
makes unshod feet so cold
Pity the poor Pomo, St. Francis & the birds,
Fills black rooms with day
Dayblack in the white windows
And gloom in the pain of pianos;
Shadows in the jazz age
Filing by; ladders of flappers
Painter’s white bucket
Funny 3 Stooge Comedies
And fuzzy headed Hero
Moofle Lip suck’t it all up
And wondered why
The milk & cream of heaven
Was writ in gold leaf
On a book - big eyes
For the world
The better to see-

Obligations...

In the face
of the homeless man
I see purity
in drive.
Is not the taste
from which he pulls
off the bottled water
not the purest
That any man has ever
tasted?

Stalking down the corner
Highland & Park
completely satisfied.

For a Lady I Know...

Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night
by Dylan Thomas

Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

I Love You, Man Review

Bromance 101: I Love You, Man Review
by M. R. Brown

There is no real inventive nature to I Love You, Man, nor does anything unpredictable really happen . The premise of the film is quite simple; a guy is getting married to a beautiful woman. The only snag is this guy has no guy friends and needs to find one so he can have a best man. Plot problem? This guy has a very capable younger brother to be his best man. Overlook it, the movie is brilliant without it.

Peter Klaven (Paul Rudd) is a painstakingly awkward yet loveable character. He has a charming and supporting wife, Zooey (Rashida Jones), who pushes him to finding that special guy. Klaven’s search has him dining old men and making out with young men. Finally he happens upon the laid back Sydney Fife (Jason Segel) giving way to fart jokes, Lou Ferrigno, Pistol Pete references, Jamaican bass playing, and “The Holy Trinity.” Complications inevitably surface.

Rudd and Segel are outrageous, perfect and a comedic goldmine. The film has all the feel of a Judd Apatow flick without the Judd Apatow fat that drags movies on. You can’t help but cringe along with Klaven as he tries to play it cool around Fife, blundering countless banters with expressions like “totes maggotes.” Rudd has the uncanny ability to bring the human element into a movie where you would never expect such depth in a character.

John Favreau and Jaime Pressley play hilarious supporting roles as the time bomb best friend couple of Zooey’s. Klaven’s younger brother, Robbie (the Saturday Night Live stand-out Andy Samberg), round out this wonderful cast.

Segel, fresh off proving his chops in Forgetting Sarah Marshall, splits lead with the long-underrated Rudd, riding his comedic wave since Role Models. After countless cameos that often make the movies their in, Rudd finally has become a full-fledged leading man. His timing and wit could not be more spot on.

I Love You, Man is the best comedy of the year and deserves every bit of praise you will see it post in the critic-certified T.V. trailers. You owe it to yourself to see this movie.

Watchmen Review

Who Watches The Watchmen: Watchmen Review
by M.R. Brown

Long heralded as the only unfilmable graphic novel, Watchmen is a complex narrative of superheroes that are above average people (save for the science-experiment gone wrong Dr. Manhattan) living in a world that no longer wants superheroes. Alan Moore, notorious for his protests towards any adaptation of his comics, penned what Time Magazine calls one of the “Top 100 Greatest Novels of All Time.” Quite the hype for 300 director Zack Snyder to live up to.

When certifiably insane superhero The Comedian (Jeffrey Morgan) is murdered and full-blown investigation is mounted in which former superheroes Rorschach (Jackie Haley), Silk Spectre II (Malin Akerman), Night Owl II (Patrick Wilson), Ozymandias (Matthew Goode) and Dr. Manhattan (Billy Crudup) are thrown into a mystery and search for a “mask killer.” Stressing humanity and political utopia, the search is one of the most enriched storylines ever contrived.

With striking visuals and the typical Snyder-slow-motion shots, Watchmen is often times true to frame of artist Dave Gibbon’s work in the comic. From the blue sparks firing within Dr. Manhattan to the ever-changing test-patterns of Rorschach’s face, the CGI is unparalleled. The artistic eye of Snyder sadly does not translate to an enriching script.

Watchmen falters in many aspects, particularly in its attempt to grasp the depth to which the comic was able to explore. Even at the 2 hour 40 minute length, the film still leaves plot gaps and viewers itching to leave their seats. Missing plots and the visual-first attitude plague the hopeful movie.

Although the Cold War may be an important and interesting piece of history, the feud between the United States and USSR in the nuclear arms race comes off as a dated and contrived device. The comic, written in 1986, is a time capsule of the political fervor and nervous nature of the American people in a twist-of-history in which the United States wins the Vietnam War and Richard Nixon is a continuous president. To the targeted audience of pre-pill dropping teenagers who are dropped off by mom’s mini van, Watchmen’s political satire and message will go unnoticed.

Sadly, the most engrossing part of the film is the opening credit sequence where Bob Dylan’s “The Times They Are A-Changin’” interludes a retrospective account of post-WWII to the Cold War and sets the visual standard for the entirety of the film.

The greatest comic of all time is in no way the greatest movie of all time, nor is it the greatest comic book movie of all time. Although worth its price in admission, Watchmen is a disappointment to the cult fan and an above average entertainment to the casual moviegoer. With less restrictive standards, the DVD of the film should be a much more true to form experience.

What I've Been Watching...

I was living in a Devil Town
Didn't know it was a Devil Town
Oh, Lord, it really brings me down
About the Devil Town

And all my friends were vampires
Didn't know they were vampires
Turns out I was a vampire myself
In the Devil Town

I was living in a Devil Town
Didn't know it was a Devil Town
Oh, Lord, it really brings me down
About the Devil Town

Friday Night Lights: Season 3



Watchmen
Director: Zack Snyder



Fast & Furious
Director: Justin Lin

Sonnet 2...

When forty winters shall beseige thy brow,

And dig deep trenches in thy beauty's field,

Thy youth's proud livery, so gazed on now,

Will be a tatter'd weed, of small worth held:

Then being ask'd where all thy beauty lies,

Where all the treasure of thy lusty days,

To say, within thine own deep-sunken eyes,

Were an all-eating shame and thriftless praise.

How much more praise deserved thy beauty's use,

If thou couldst answer 'This fair child of mine

Shall sum my count and make my old excuse,'

Proving his beauty by succession thine!

This were to be new made when thou art old,

And see thy blood warm when thou feel'st it cold.

Bold and Ambitious...

North Korea launches

rocket Sunday, April 5th.:

North Korea, facing much world pressure to abandon such acts, has successfully launched a rocket over the Pacific. President Obama calls this a deliberate infraction against U.N. policy and a major threat to security around the world.

The rocket was launched into space, a claim that Pres. Obama disputes.

Wondering what the fuss is all about, Kim Jong-Il has decided to broadcast the "Song of Gen. Kim Jong-Il" from the satellite, on loop. This is complete truth. One song, about himself, over and over...

Saving Trees...

"The New York Times Co. has threatened to shut The Boston Globe unless the newspaper's unions swiftly agree to $20 million in concessions, union leaders said yesterday" (Boston Globe).

Besides the mass layoffs that would need to occur, as well as the ending of pensions and drastic cutting of pay, the end of The Boston Globe ends a literary history in the city. The paper was an identity for Bostonians. It was an outlet for our sports as well as our news. No longer can you grab the Globe to take on the T to pass time. The newspaper industry used to be one of the most lucrative industries in the country and it gives prospective to see it finally become obsolete.

Does a writer for an online newspaper carry as much credential as a writer for a published paper? One can now argue that an online reporter's words are not as worthy to pay to publish as a paper reporter's.

Act 1. Scene 1...

Scene 1: (A single light bulb is turned on revealing a staircase leading to a middle-class basement. The scene is dry, dingy. There are cobwebs that litter the once well maintained room. An old man of 87 years has pulled the light string and grabs the railing with a calloused hand and weary sigh. A staircase never used to trip the shaking in his hand. The sun spots from vacations with his family in Florida mark his now bald head. Down the stairs hang photographs of his wife and himself. One is their wedding, one is the first night with their baby son. The final picture is of the old man and his son greeting guests at a funeral reception. How long ago was it now that his wife passed? He still wears the ring. Years ago he tried to remove it but it would not come loose. He never tried again after that day.

The old man takes each step with trepidation. His life has been reduced to the slow pace and focus on each step. He advances towards the corner of the room where light no longer shone.

A blanket rests atop a vintage radio broadcast board. The microphone a cast silver relic of the 50's. An individual desk lamp is turned on to reveal the priceless and obsolete part of history. Pulling the chair from under the board, the old man removes the framed picture of himself all those years ago behind the same board. His eyes are just as sharp, though the lines in his face have grown long and rarely does he smile anymore.

He sits in a heavy movement that pulls his shoulders down with him. Gently he runs the tips of his fingers across the levels he knows better than anything else in his life. Anything save for the face of wife. He sees her face in the mirror each morning when he dresses and beside him in bed before he falls asleep. He never can dream of her.

Gracefully he leans into the microphone)