En vrac

- Je ne croyais pas devoir relire des trucs immenses et aussi classiques: j'ai été eu. Balzac les illusions perdues, je plonge.

-Je revis, change, reconstruit mon adolescence en expérimentant des moments qui auraient pu en faire partie, et qui définitivement auraient étés de bons souvenirs. Ce n'est peut-être pas tant changer le passé que de compenser par de nouveaux souvenirs plus agréables.

"What if you could go back in time and take all thoses hours of pain and darkness and replace them with something better?" -Gretchen, dans Donnie Darko

-Twitter = la plus jolie et simplissime interface + un fantastique espace ou les célébrités occupent le même espace que ton ami. C'est probablement un nouveau stade du 2.0.
Sérieux, Lady Gaga et Neil Patrick Harris  côte à côte avec Vincent et Arianne, ça rock.

Small people victory

" I'd forgotten that this act was not as purely symbolic for him as it was for me. I remembered that he considered all this to be pleasure, as Herod tought Salome's dance was until he heard what she wanted as a reward. [...]
Sometimes I think I seduced and betrayed Mr. Beattie because neither ibe action nor the other alone but the complete cycle allowed me to have sex with a man and then to disown him and it; this sequence was the ideal formulation of my impossible desire to love a man but not to be a homosexual. Sometimes I think I liked bringing pleasure to a heterosexual man (for after all I'd dreamed of being my father's lover) at the same time I was able to punish him for not loving me. [...]  Beattie was a friend of sorts, or at least an accomplice, but he was also a stand-in for all others adults, those swaggering, lazy, cruel, masters of ours (how refreshing it was that at Eton the teachers were actually called masters ). I who had so little power - whose triumphs had all been minor victories of children and women, that is, merely verbal victories of irony and attitude - I had at last deep drunk from the adult fountain of sex. I wiped my mouth with the back of an adult hand, smiled and walked up to the dinning hall humming a little tune. "

-Edmund White, A boy's own story

Je suis clairement le public cible de « A single Man»

-J'ai déjà lu Adieu à Berlin de Isherwood.

-Je suis plutôt un inconditionnel de Julianne Moore.

-J'aime bien Colin Firth

-Oui Nicholas Hoult est hot

-J'aime bien la haute couture

-Je perds tout jugement critique dès que j'entends un accent brittish.

J'imagine qu'il me manque juste un revenu personnel moindrement indécent.


Néanmoins, je me range avec Émilie, c'est un bon premier film. L'ennui c'est qu'on dirait que l'envie de faire une belle histoire tragique joliment montrée prend le pas sur quoi que ce soit d'autre. J'ai l'impression que Molina a réalisé (ok, Molina avec un tantinet plus de perspective et beaucoup, beaucoup plus de goût, surtout vestimentaire (Là dessus, Tom Ford s'y connaît, on le vénère un point c'est tout)).

Ce n'est pas un échec, loin de là. Ça me semble simplement, pas particulièrement mémorable.

(Ok j'aurai besoin d'à tout le moins réécouter la narration du début et de la fin, mais bon)

« I don't want to go through puberty [...] I see myself standing on a hill above a lonesome valley I'll never be able to cross. I'll probably never be this calm again.»

«But if the Devil were listless, if he were a pale man in his underwear who watched television by day behind closed venetian blinds - oh, if that were he Devil I would fear him»


Edmund White

« She questionned us once more about our father and how he bahaved with his new wife. Each twisted or colored fact we gave her she plaited into a heavy weave. Then she tore that up and started again. He would soon leave his wife or he would never leave her, he was being blackmailed by that woman, no he loved her, he was a man of honor, no he was a man without principle, he had failed us, no he stayed true, he'd tire of her, no she was a born fascinator, this was just an adventure, it was a life, she made him feel superior, she made him feel cheap, he'd soon be back or he'd never return - Oh, my mother was a tedious Penelope weaving her tales and tearing them up.» Edmund White

Si je dis que j'ai des buts, il faudrait peut-être les citer, ou en faire une liste:

Voyager en europe

Voyager en France: partout

Voyager en Grande Bretagne- écosse

Voyager en Espagne

Voir le Canada, Retourner à Halifax, aller à Toronto, Vancouvert, voir quoi de l'ouest?

Voir les État-Unis: San Francisco- Chicago- Seattle-Boston

Oser aller ailleurs aussi

Hiroshima: bien
Biscuits : bien
Et après?

Écriture: pas génial

Décider formellement du nom de la machine à écrire.

Place dans l'univers: ergh

Maîtrise et foi en les études:  pas top.

Plan d'avenir: quels plans?
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Bilan: besoin de pep talk