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

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Watchmen
Director: Zack Snyder



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Director: Justin Lin