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"the natural" - this movie always gets to me.

I don't think art has ever made me cry. maybe if you count music.

band of brothers episode 8 or 9. When the Germans surrender, and the Americans discover all the jew consentration camps, i almost shed a tear.

you can count music

sonic youth - unmade bed

A poem by Linda Pastan entitled Ethics.

In ethics class so many years ago
our teacher asked this question every fall:
if there were a fire in a museum
which would you save, a Rembrandt painting
or an old woman who hadn't many
years left anyhow? Restless on hard chairs
caring little for pictures or old age
we'd opt one year for life, the next for art
and always half-heartedly. Sometimes
the woman borrowed my grandmother's face
leaving her usual kitchen to wander
some drafty, half-imagined museum.
One year, feeling clever, I replid
why not let the woman decide herself?
Linda, the teacher would report, eschews
the burdens of responsibility.
This fall in a real museum I stand
before a real Rembrandt, old woman,
or nearly so, myself. The colors
within this frame are darker than autumn,
darker even than winter - the browns of earth
though earth's most radiant elements burn
through the canvas. I know now that woman
and painting and season are almost one
and all beyond saving by children.

I wonder what the copyright implications that follow from copying text from my literature book are.

i dunno if movies count but seriously i always cry at the end of forrest gump when he's talking to his dead wife at her grave under the tree.

yeah, I didn't even think of movies. anything that involves a child being abused or subjected to something horrible always opens the flood gates over here. okay, maybe not flood gates but you get the idea.

I know this is an older thread. It to me this long to realize what actually makes me feel sad. A few songs here and there; but then I really thought about it. Why do these songs make me feel so? Finally I came to the conclusion of memories. Thinking of how things used to be, and then seeing where I am now. Not to say my life has gone down hill, but im one of those people who dont like change and will avoid it if I can. This is possibly why memories are the saddest thing to me, because I wish things were always the way they used to be. Ignorance is bliss.

after the first sentence I meant to type "It took"

Not quite in tears, but this amazing sculpture park in Oslo makes my heart pound. A single artist created the 200+ sculptures, and they are amazing! The intimacy and romanticism in his work takes my breath away.

If I ever visit my long-lost Norwegian roots, I will be making a stop!

(Bluet, have you ever been here?)

I mean, oh my god

> (Bluet, have you ever been here?)

Yup, lots of times. :)

:D

On that note, I think I'll go there tomorrow.

becky is a romantic? weird

> On that note, I think I'll go there tomorrow.

And so I did.

>becky is a romantic? weird

We had a long conversation about it once.

>And so I did.

Was it a nice day? Did you make any photos while there?

It was cloudy, and it was the first day with snow in a long time. I decided I wouldn't bring my camera. Still, i took photos for some tourists. The lights turned on as I left, which made for a pretty sight.

Sounds great! I'm envious you can just pop over and visit like that.

You should visit sometime. I'll house you. :)

deal.

I don't know if this belongs here, but a friend of mine casually posted this photograph to Facebook and I just couldn't get over how tragic it is: http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/h … 7_n.jpg%27

Technical aspects aside (perfect framing, perfect light quality/mood) it just amazes me that he stumbled upon this scene while out on some bike ride. It seems so meaningful...

:(

> a friend of mine casually posted this photograph
aww look-at-the-kitty

Man that cat really went to town on that chair.

Walking on Water by Derrick Jensen. Holy god, I read it in two sittings and was moved from cover to cover.

Poem time! Having to read a bunch of Sappho for my final project, and some of Lombardo's translations are pretty good.

Here's a section from her poem to/about Aphrodite, regarding Sappho's affection towards a young woman.

"Whom now
should I persuade to love you?
Who is wronging you, Sappho?
She may run now, but she'll be chasing soon.
She may spurn gifts, but soon she'll be giving.
She may not love now, but soon she will,
willing or not."

And one more, this time from my favorite fragment:

Truly, I wish I were dead.
She was weeping when she left me,

and said many things to me, and said this:
"How much we have suffered, Sappho.
Truly, I don't want to leave you."

And I answered her:
"Farewell. Go, and remember me.
You know how we care for you.

And if you should not, I want
to remind you
of our moments of grace

the many garlands of violets,
roses and crocuses
you put on my head,

the many necklaces
woven of flowers
on my soft skin

all the myrrh
expensive
you annointed royal

and on soft coverlets
tender
quenched your desire

nor ever any
shrine
from which we held back

nor grove dance
noise

in the mood for love (2000) hit me recently. https://www.imdb.com/title/tt0118694/