Wednesday, May 30, 2012

To Take Life Serious

He'd thought for a long long time. It seemed as if there was neither a story to be told, nor anyone to tell. He joined the crowd quietly. The sound of the silence seemed to be even more solemn this time. He walked around the streets, which were filled with people, until the streets swallowed up his personality. He'd seen a group of street musicians. At least, people who'd like to be known as street musicians. They were playing an old English folk song, with a guitar, harmonica, and side flute. They were just some other characters, who were trying to exist in the crowd. Just as "Following"s Bill did, he was questioning what was the rabble trying to catch up to? He always had a number of theories about people. Even though, his little conclusions about human behaviour made some people laugh, since he was so serious about the results that he'd figured out. Sometimes, he'd thought that people just walk around the streets because they want to create their own never-ending cycles. According to him, there wasn't another explaination as to why people keep the streets busy. In his mind, he'd always seen a picture that people just wake up and say: "Let's take a walk!" and they walked around the streets endlessly. The strangest thing in his mind was that people were so serious while doing that. He used to ask himself this question: "Why does a man who goes back to home from work wearing a long face?" "What's he got in his life that makes him this sad?" A friend of his used to say: "Everybody has something that they can't get over." There's always something that people take serious. But the question was: "Do people really take eachother serious?" He thought about the answer for a long time. As if there wasn't an answer, the question itself seemed like nonsense. But this was an another dilemma's
crescendoes of human-being. To expect to be taken serious by people who are never taken serious. Yes, people really would do this. At least, the whole truth was just like this in his mind. To take everything serious that has no meaning, or to expect everything that has no meaning to be taken serious.

He'd loved to work without any question. In his mind, even life without a meaning could not be wasted. Like the tears that rise when you expected them to fall, his life was also a frustration of flounder. As long as he'd seen the people give a direction to their lives with other people's lusts, his problems were getting bigger. He was thinking of the answer of the questions that ends with "Am I missing something?" A person without a time concept is inevitably obsessed with details. Being unable to put a price on anything was just in his nature. He was living for "right-now", there was nothing more than that. In his mind, there couldn't be and can't be. If something was wrong, it'd always be wrong. He used to reply: "While, there's right now, so
why would I think about the future?" to the people, who blame him about being a teenager. The life itself was like a never-ending prepartion step. According to Social Contrat, only a couple years would left for "living the life". Unconscious, preparition (which was the longest), to get married in order to be a useful person in the community (which was the strangest for him), to be forced by the community for a better position, to be retired and personal necessarities... There would be nothing to be left. Furthermore, nobody would give special treatment because of what you've accomplished. It was a "must-have" of community life. While, to get married and start a family was something most of the people didn't question; someone who puts a gold medal on you for what you've done was far away from the reality.

Saturday, May 5, 2012

How to Hit the Bottom

Sitting in a green couch in which they always get uncomfortable feelings. If only a soul-mate (if so called) fills you with blank feelings, you can just ask yourself “why am I going through this pointless relationship?” They keep saying, I love you, though. Such a meanless progress, when you are just full-filled with such emptiness. Still, you sometimes miss that feeling. This is the weird part, I think. This makes you realize that you are still a human.

Have you ever thought that you look like a chimpanzee when you are kissing the one you love? Having your lips upon her lips, such an ugly moment. Picturing people having sex is also a comedia. However, you keep enjoying this ugly moment because of your penis. I would like to say to her, “you have a moustache”. Still, girls are considered beautiful because they have cunts.

Whenever you think of your life putting in order, you always end up with this shitty result: why so serious? Because it’s never “that” serious and you just get mad at yourself. Why would you even need this person when she/he already screws up your whole life? Yet it sounds like a teenager complaining, it’s the truth itself.

As long as you realise, life is not that serious, you start worrying about others because they are way too serious. People, who are get involved with politics, for instance. Thinking their country is such a holy country, sounds like they are just bunch of losers. In fact, they completely are. Kids grow up with their idiotic bravery stories and end up the same. It’s like, you are living in this country so it must be the best one because you are the best. I think, the basic feeling behind this fascism is totally about that. You love your country because you love yourself. You think you deserve this much but you are totally fucked up. And if you realise that you are fucked up before you die, they blame you by calling you an anarchist or public enemy.

Realising that you are fucked up with all the details of your life and accepting it is sort of a total freedom. Just glide along, like the water itself. Everything goes from your life and you’re such a loser. And until you’re accepting this truth, you are totally lost. If you’d been an immortal as you thought, you wouldn’t have watched super-hero movies. You watch those stuff because it impresses you, being an immortal. Because you are totally fucked up and no one gives you a shit. In fact, some people even want you dead because of your identity.

Some say: “Pretend that you’re fine” but it’s always far away from that and you keep trying it over and over again. I’ve found my own solution: “accept the truth and confront with it” which should be accepting how your life sucks and how pathetic you are because this is the only truth. Accept all of the details one by one until the end.

“Music is your only friend,
 Until the end...” - James Douglas Morrison.

Thursday, May 3, 2012

Alice in Wonderland

A Tim Burton rubbish, which hasn’t even got closed to the 1951 Walt Disney masterpiece.
I mean, we’d knocked around ourselves because Tim Burton was going to make a remake of this? Really, man? We had watched the trailers until our eyes became wet (Whoa! Hey, look man! How did she fall down the rabbit hole? Awesome stuff! It’d be great to watch
this in 3D. Whoa, man. This must be the best movie!). But what’s the result? Put some emotional scenes between the Mad Hatter and Alice, get some guys fought, then just say: “we’ve tried to put a meaning between those characters, who weren’t so meaningful.”
or something. Then, we shall just congratulate your idiotic script? Uncle Tim should listen to reason. But still, he recorded the movie in a great quality, so we were just like, whoa! Couldn’t say many words. Because the atmosphere and the costumes were such good stuff.
And yet those visual effects were great, it starts bothering you after a while. This guy’s Planet of the Apes version was also like this. I could at least watch that movie to the end but what’s the reason of this effort to swipe one of the greatest classical stories, which is Alice in Wonderland? Someone should explain this thing to me. Way before movie was not released yet, these guys were like: “I can suck Tim Burton’s ass, maaan!” and after the movie, nobody was talking about it. It was also funny.

Is there a scene in this movie that could race the tea party scene, which was from the 1951 Alice in Wonderland film? Is there any scene of yours in your cinematic history as hysterically edited as this scene? Who the hell are you, huh? (I’m fine, all right) I’ve got a chance to watch again the 1951 version in 1080p (it’s not like I’m so busy, I just like saying I’ve got the chance to watch and stuff), I one more time damned Tim Burton, dude. Have you seen such a bad script or editing before? Well, I could’ve said, he’s stuck with the book so he couldn’t reflect himself much, it’s alright but he’s screwed up the whole book as well. I had
gone to the cinema with lots of hope which were like, “I’m going to see a remark of Tim Burton about Alice in Wonderland” but what have I got in the end? A different story, which is created by Alice in Wonderland characters and lots of pointless dialogues. Alice in Wonderland’s point is pointless dialogues, all right but everything is a whole in that book. Example, Morpheus’ Alice in Wonderland references in the Matrix movie is a whole (and no doubt, they were purposely put in the movie) and Alice’s dialogues with the Cheshire Cat or Caterpillar were also logical in that concept. Those stuff are belong to that world. If you just throw those stuff away and create pointless dialogues instead, nobody’s gonna take you serious or go like, “Hmm, Good job Tim. You have fucked up this great classic very well, son!” That’s why, please stop remaking the classics, buddy! If Tarantino remade this movie, we could at least have a good editing but what we’re only able to say about Tim Burton’s movies, “costumes are great, man” or “this is so gothic, dude.”
I don’t know. I just think this movie is not capable of touching the 1951 version’s quality.

---- spoiler ----
cheshire cat: [singing] 'twas brilig, and the slithy toves / did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
/ all mimsy were the borogroves, / and the mome raths outgrabe.
alice: now where do you suppose...?
cheshire cat: lose something?
alice: [turns around to find just the cat's smile talking to her] oh my! oh, no no, i was just... uh
never mind.
cheshire cat: oh, that's quite all right. one moment please.
[two eyes drop down on top of the mouth and the full cat form appears]
cheshire cat: second chorus.
cheshire cat: 'twas brilig, and the slithy toves / did gyre and gimble in the wabe
alice: why, why you're a cat!
cheshire cat: a *cheshire* cat.
[starts to disappear]
cheshire cat: all mimsy were the borogroves...
alice: oh wait!
cheshire cat: [reappears] there you are! third chorus...
alice: oh, no, no. i was just wondering if you could help me find my way.
cheshire cat: well that depends on where you want to get to.
alice: oh, it really doesn't matter, as long as...
cheshire cat: then it really doesn't matter which way you go.
---- spoiler ----