Glissements méthodologiques

Wikipédia est une chose formidable, elle donne de l'information générale sur à peu près tout, et ce en plusieurs langues.

Oui l'information n'est pas précise

Oui l'information est souvent erronée

Mais qui est assez abruti pour faire un travail universitaire en se fiant à wikipédia? (ou désespéré?:P)

Bref, bref, bref

Ce qui est fantastique, c'est l'accessibilité. Il est facile de trouver réposne à une question, et encore mieux, facile de trouver de l'infonration connexe. Stimulons la curiosité.

L'ennui, c'est que le glissement aussi est facile, et que l'on passe si facilement d'un sujet à un autre qu'on perds facilement toute ligne directrice( bienvenue dans ma vie) .

Suivez mon schéma de ce matin :

Yukio Mishima-> Politique du japon - > Fiche générale du japon-> Culture japonaise-> (détours langages et architecture) -> cuisine du japon -> cuisine d'okinawa-> dessert-> pâtiseries-> types de pâtes

Conclusion: Mishima conduit à la pâte.
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Si je m'intéresse à Mishima, c'est que j'ai lu Confession d'un masque, la semaine dernière j'ai lu Le baiser de la femme araignée, la semaine prochaine je vais surement m'arranger pour avoir un Dennis Cooper de plus.

C'est drôle comme travailler sur quelque chose qui nous intéresse évacue la dimension fastidieuse.

Nager la tête hors de l'eau, Queer et abus de citations

Il me semble que jongler avec les analyses devient un rien plus facile, je n’en suis pas encore à faire de grandes analyses en insérant une théorie d’approche, ça me paraît un peu trop forcé encore.

Tout de même, c’est bête mais l’analyse devient finalement un peu plus comme un jeu, et un peu moins comme un travail que je dois faire pour l’école. C’est une perspective dont il m’est difficile de me dégager. (M’enfin pour tout ça faut surtout que le sujet m’intéresse, pas juste question de bonne volonté aussi)
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Sur une note peu reliée, les gender studies et théories queer vous connaissez ?


C’est plutôt marrant. Ça donne :
Les pink panthers( et ça les tue)
Le féminisme (avant-maintenant, plus tard)
Toutes sortes d’études plus ou moins loufoques sur les différences homme-femme, ainsi que sur l’homosexualité et nombre de sujet dont je n’ai probablement aucune connaissance.


Je suis à peu près certain que mon sujet de maîtrise va y être mêlé d’une façon où d’une autre (Disons que Dennis Cooper me trotte dans la tête, si je peux finir par mettre la main sur d’autres de ses livres aussi)

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Pour faire bonne mesure, hier j’ai réécouté Kill Bill (1 et 2) pour la millième fois. J’avais oublié, ou alors je ne regardais pas avec les mêmes yeux, parce que jamais ce film ne m’a semblé aussi esthétique, aussi juste, même si un peu goofy par moment, ce qui est voulu et réussi.


O-Ren Ishii: [after she cuts off Tanaka's head, in Japanese] So you all will know the seriousness of my warning, I shall say this in English. O-Ren Ishii: [in English] As your leader, I encourage you from time to time, and always in a respectful manner, to question my logic. If you're unconvinced that a particular plan of action I've decided is the wisest, tell me so, but allow me to convince you and I promise you right here and now, no subject will ever be taboo. Except, of course, the subject that was just under discussion. The price you pay for bringing up either my Chinese or American heritage as a negative is... I collect your fucking head. Just like this fucker here. Now, if any of you sons of bitches got anything else to say, now's the fucking time! [pause] O-Ren Ishii: I didn't think so. O-Ren Ishii: [calmly, in Japanese] Gentlemen, this meeting is adjourned.


O-Ren Ishii: You didn't think it was gonna be that easy, did you? The Bride: You know, for a second there, yeah, I kinda did. O-Ren Ishii: Silly rabbit. The Bride: Trix are... O-Ren Ishii: ...for kids.

Copperhead: So when do we do this? The Bride: It all depends on when do you want to die? Tomorrow? The day after tomorrow? Copperhead: How about tonight, bitch? The Bride: Splendid, where?

The Bride: You can relax for now. I'm not going to murder you in front of your daughter. Copperhead: That's being more rational than Bill led me to believe you were capable of. The Bride: It's mercy, compassion, and forgiveness I lack; not rationality.

The Bride: Bitch, you can stop right there. Just because I have no wish to murder you before the eyes of your daughter, does not mean parading her around in front of me is going to inspire sympathy. You and I have unfinished business. And not a goddamn fuckin' thing you've done in the subsequent four years, including getting knocked up, is going to change that.
Elle Driver: I might never have liked you. Point of fact, I despise you. But that doesn't suggest I don't respect you. Dying in our sleep is a luxury our kind is rarely afforded. My gift to you.

The Bride: [spanking a young member of the Crazy 88s with her sword] This is what you get for fucking around with the Yakuzas! [with a last spank, lets him go] The Bride: Go home to your mother!

Japanese Businessman: Do you like Ferraris? Go Go Yubari: Ferraris... Italian trash. [Japanese businessman giggles] Go Go Yubari: Do you want to screw me? [Japanese businessman giggles again] Go Go Yubari: Don't laugh. Do you want to screw me, yes or no? Japanese Businessman: Yes. [She stabs him in the stomach with a Samurai short sword] Go Go Yubari: How about now, big boy? Do you still wish to penetrate me?... Or is it I who has penetrated you?

The Bride: [in Japanese] O-Ren Ishii! You and I have unfinished business!

Hattori Hanzo: Revenge is never a straight line. It's a forest, And like a forest it's easy to lose your way... To get lost... To forget where you came in.

Bill: Pai Mei taught you the five point palm-exploding heart technique? The Bride: Of course he did. Bill: Why didn't you tell me? The Bride: I don't know... because I'm a bad person. Bill: No. You're not a bad person. You're a terrific person. You're my favorite person, but every once in a while, you can be a real cunt.

Bill: As you know, l'm quite keen on comic books. Especially the ones about superheroes. I find the whole mythology surrounding superheroes fascinating. Take my favorite superhero, Superman. Not a great comic book. Not particularly well-drawn. But the mythology... The mythology is not only great, it's unique. Now, a staple of the superhero mythology is, there's the superhero and there's the alter ego. Batman is actually Bruce Wayne, Spider-Man is actually Peter Parker. When that character wakes up in the morning, he's Peter Parker. He has to put on a costume to become Spider-Man. And it is in that characteristic Superman stands alone. Superman didn't become Superman. Superman was born Superman. When Superman wakes up in the morning, he's Superman. His alter ego is Clark Kent. His outfit with the big red "S", that's the blanket he was wrapped in as a baby when the Kents found him. Those are his clothes. What Kent wears - the glasses, the business suit - that's the costume. That's the costume Superman wears to blend in with us. Clark Kent is how Superman views us. And what are the characteristics of Clark Kent. He's weak... he's unsure of himself... he's a coward. Clark Kent is Superman's critique on the whole human race. Sorta like Beatrix Kiddo and Mrs. Tommy Plimpton. The Bride: Aso. The point Emerges. Bill: You would've worn the costume of Arlene Plimpton. But you were born Beatrix Kiddo. And every morning when you woke up, you'd still be Beatrix Kiddo. Oh, you can take the needle out. The Bride: Are you calling me a superhero? Bill: I'm calling you a killer. A natural born killer. You always have been, and you always will be. Moving to El Paso, working in a used record store, goin' to the movies with Tommy, clipping coupons. That's you, trying to disguise yourself as a worker bee That's you tryin' to blend in with the hive. But you're not a worker bee. You're a renegade killer bee. And no matter how much beer you drank or barbecue you ate or how fat your ass got, nothing in the world would ever change that.

Bill: Mommy is still angry at Daddy. B.B.: Why? Bill: Well sweety, I love Mommy, but I did to Mommy what you did to Emilio. B.B.: You stomped on Mommy? Bill: Worse. I shot Mommy. Not pretend shoot, like we were just doing. I shot her for real. B.B.: Why? Did you want to see what would happen? Bill: No, I knew what would happen to Mommy if I shot her. What I didn't know is, when I shot Mommy, what would happen to me. B.B.: What happened? Bill: I was very sad. And that was when I learned, some things, once you do, they can never be undone.

The Bride: [on Pai Mei] Why did he accept me? Bill: Because he's a very, very, very old man. And like all rotten bastards, when they get old, they become lonely. Not that that has any effect on their disposition. But they do learn the value of company.

Elle Driver: [to Budd, as he is dying] Now in these last agonizing minutes of life you have left, let me answer the question you asked earlier more thoroughly. Right at this moment, the biggest "R" I feel is Regret. Regret that maybe the greatest warrior I have ever known, met her end at the hands of a bushwhackin, scrub, alky piece of shit like you. That woman deserved better.

Budd: That woman deserves her revenge... and we deserve to die. [laughs] Budd: But then again, so does she. So I guess we'll just see, won’t we?

Bill: I'm a killer. A murdering bastard, you know that. And there are consequences to breaking the heart of a murdering bastard.

The Bride: [Describing her pregnancy to Bill] Before that strip turned blue, I was a woman. I was your woman. I was a killer who killed for you. Before that strip turned blue, I would have jumped a motorcycle onto a speeding train... for you. But once that strip turned blue, I could no longer do any of those things. Not anymore. Because I was going to be a mother. Can you understand that? Bill: Yes. But why didn't you tell me then instead of now? The Bride: Because once I would have told you, you'd claim her, and I didn't want that. Bill: Not your decision to make. The Bride: Yes, but it was the right decision and I made it for my daughter. She deserved to be born with a clean slate. But with you, she would have been born in a world she shouldn't have. I had to choose... I chose her.

The Bride: You want to come to the wedding? Bill: Only if I can sit on the bride's side. The Bride: You'll find it a bit lonely on my side. Bill: Your side always was a bit lonely. But I wouldn't sit anywhere else.

Elle Driver: "Gargantuan". You know, I've always liked that word "gargantuan", I so rarely have the opportunity to use it in a sentence

(wow, c’est pas que j’ai presque tout cité les dialogues de ces films mais en fait oui, c’est ça)

La vache

Il faut regarder la taille réelle
Je ne sais pas pourquoi, mais je trouve ça fichtrement sexy. (Et oui Freud se touche dans sa tombe en hurlant : «PHALLUS»)

En vrac:

J'ai de plus en plus envie de hurler aux gens que la poésie n'existe pas Sauf Rimbaud, Anne Hébert, Baudelaire, Verlaine et autres et autres

Je suis une grosse chochote pour ce qui est de me faire commenter mes textes, encore bordel

Je ne suis pas heureux, le tarot donne trois réactions possibles

La mort: un peu intense, voyons autre chose

L'hermite: retrait stratégique pour se replier et reconsidérer, ma préférée, peut-être un peu trop

Le fou: j'ai toujours le plan b(si chéri peut se décider entre la norvège et la suède)

Je commence à reconsidérer la maîtrise en création, est-ce que c'est par peur ou par détournement d'intérêt? Je verrai. Dans tout les cas je fais toute les apllications possibles ici, exception de Concordia.

Je risque de retourner Godiver, du moins un peu par semaine.


Ce blog est décidement plus un vide poche qu'autre chose.

Demain

Allez voter, et mort au cyniques, ils sont déjà mort à l'intérieur de toute façon (comme les gens qui n'aiment pas les chatons et le chiots)

Is sex really the gay handshake?

Ça m'intrigue