Saturday, May 28, 2005

This is a review I wrote a long time ago...I am laughing while I read it-- You know its true!

Well Well Well
Aug 13 '00 (Updated Jan 20 '02)

Author's Product Rating



Pros
It did not last very long

Cons
I have had my fill of such films

The Bottom Line
Stephen King truly created a horror story, but not an enjoyable one.
Full Review
Plot Details: This opinion reveals minor details about the movie's plot.
I did not want to see The Green Mile at first, but I did finally relent and I watched it one weekend while on vacation. I guess the film was "satisfying" to some. In my opinion, The Green Mile is the White majority's Feel Good About Ourselves film of the year. Here we have this Afro-American fellow who is on death row for a crime he did not commit, and a guard, who finds this out and grows into a "friendship" with the convicted man. "Boss" is really upset because he knows that John didn't do it and he is scared of going to hell because he is going to have to execute this man. "John, What will I say on my judgement day when god asks me why I killed one of his select?" It all works out fine in the end, because John assures him that he won't be punished for killing him, as a matter of fact he is doing him a favor, and then gives him the nod to go ahead and flip the switch. Now if that's not reassuring I don't know what is.

To put a little cherry on top of it all, white people got to feel even better when John apologized for "being what I am," mainly a negro who of course is big, ugly, and dumb, as the script would have it- oh but he can also save people, which is why we consider him our friend, "good ol' John." Maybe if he had've lived he could've been a handyman for "Boss." My my, and they didn't give Michael Clarke Duncan an Oscar. He played his part perfectly.

Recommended
No

Viewing Format: VHS
Video Occasion: Fit for Friday Evening
Suitability For Children: Not suitable for Children of any age

Friday, May 27, 2005

The United States Government will NEVER get its hands on Assata Shakur! May God tear this goddamned country apart and set it in flames before anything like that occurs!
Last night I helped Charles with his resume and it was a beautiful time. We will probably do something tonight.

Thursday, May 26, 2005

In that I only mean that I should learn to relax more.
Men are interesting....and more than that, people are interesting..... I should get out of my Bette Davis mode.... Perhaps I have seen too many Bette Davis pictures?
That panoptic eye that watches me will dissapear. I have lived under its guise for too long.

Tuesday, May 24, 2005

I see someone sitting across from me who looks just like Charles- brown tshirt, baseball cap, tall and lanky. Beautiful.
It was just a few months ago that I met this beautiful, tall, lanky Chicano boy named Charles. he is beautiful, sweet, very tall, good for me, laid back, and great to hang with. I enjoy his company. I enjoy his passion, I enjoy his life, his vivacity. I dont ever want it to change. Things are feeling good. I see someone sitting across from me who looks like him. I am glad our spirits have connected, have met. I want him to be my first..and I want him to deflower me I hope that is what happens. I will share my poetry with him and I want him to share his poetry with me.
I am soo ready to go to the city.....

Monday, May 23, 2005

Songs

  • Nothing Compares to You


  • All the Sad Young Men
  • I love that I can listen to a song on the radio and look up the lyrics online. Maybe I am slow or silly or something, but it makes me absolutely giddy.

    Sunday, May 22, 2005

    Chaka Is God- Papillion Lyrics I Play this song Ten Times in One Sitting

    A faded photograph i mailed to you
    With feelings i don't want to face
    And a long song of surrender in blue
    I remember when you took my breath away

    Chorus:

    Chanson papillon, we were very young
    Like butterflies, like hot butterfly
    Chanson papillon, we had just begun
    We let it slide on by
    We didn't realize

    All our memories are burning in time
    Like a bittersweet perfume


    Can you tell me how a love that's so fine
    Could have climaxed in a single afternoon

    Gone are the days of instant romance
    And the nights of slow goodbyes
    That was a time of life when foxy was the dance
    But then you got wise to all my lies

    Chorus

    Chanson papillon, chanson
    Chanson papillon, chanson
    Chanson papillon, chanson
    Chanson papillon, chanson

    Jimmy Baldwin from The Fire Next Time

    The American Negro has the great advantage of having never believed that collection of myths to which white Americans cling: that their ancestors were all freedom-loving heroes, that they were born in the greatest country the world has ever seen, or that Americans are invincible in battle and wise in peace, that Americans have always dealt honorably with Mexicans and Indians and all other neighbors or inferiors, that American men are the world's most direct and virile, that American women are pure