Gal, Ohs

When I first saw the trailer for M. Night Shamylyan's The Village.....I figured it was gonna turn out something like this.....man o man it gives me a bad taste in my mouth, but Im also wondering if they may have been as into Avonlea as much as I was as a kid

Rebel - Harmony Korine James Franco

Some photos and video from the set of the new Harmony Korine and James Franco project, Rebel.
"The duo is reportedly planning to stage a fight between actual L.A. street gangs and they might allow the gangs to use real weapons and hurt one another. The battle will reportedly take place at an iconic location like the Griffith Observatory"
Heard about this just after James Franco, Emile Hirsch, and Dakota Fanning were here in Reno last month filming for The Motel Life, a film based off of Reno author Willie Vlautin's 2006 novel... and it looks as if Korine's bmx motif is only getting better. I can't think of much that could top holographic rims on wheelchairs, but violent Warrior's style themed bmx gangs with machetes could do it..

and a new to the world tap dance video of korine in 2001 from avant-garde cinema great Jonas Mekas..
word to the always great harmony-korine.com

WISE BLOOD

your boi here from Spitting Image is playin a show Easter with oakland weirdo punx Uzi Rash..

"...the only thing that makes the Church endurable is that it is somehow the body of Christ and that on this we are fed. It seems to be a fact that you have to suffer as much from the Church as for it but if you believe in the divinity of Christ, you have to cherish the world at the same time that you struggle to endure it. " Flannery O' Connor
Get down on deez links and
ENJOY YOUR SUNDAY EVENING

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Springtime in America pt. II

Springtime in America

April Rise - Laurie Lee

If ever I saw blessing in the air
I see it now in this still early day
Where lemon-green the vaporous morning drips
Wet sunlight on the powder of my eye.

Blown bubble-film of blue, the sky wraps round
Weeds of warm light whose every root and rod
Splutters with soapy green, and all the world
Sweats with the bead of summer in its bud.

If ever I heard blessing it is there
Where birds in trees that shoals and shadows are
Splash with their hidden wings and drops of sound
Break on my ears their crests of throbbing air.

Pure in the haze the emerald sun dilates,
The lips of sparrows milk the mossy stones,
While white as water by the lake a girl
Swims her green hand among the gathered swans.

Now, as the almond burns its smoking wick,
Dropping small flames to light the candled grass;
Now, as my low blood scales its second chance,
If ever world were blessed, now it is.

Hold On