28
Aug 11

Cinema Theatres


01
Aug 11

Of Shapes and Patterns


30
May 11

Nobody, not even the rain, has such small hands

somewhere i have never travelled, gladly beyond
any experience, your eyes have their silence:
in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me,
or which i cannot touch because they are too near

your slightest look easily will unclose me
though i have closed myself as fingers,
you open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens
(touching skilfully, mysteriously) her first rose

or if your wish be to close me, i and
my life will shut very beautifully, suddenly,
as when the heart of this flower imagines
the snow carefully everywhere descending;

nothing which we are to perceive in this world equals
the power of your intense fragility: whose texture
compels me with the color of its countries,
rendering death and forever with each breathing

(i do not know what it is about you that closes
and opens; only something in me understands
the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses)
nobody, not even the rain, has such small hands

E. E. Cummings




08
Feb 11

For Hai Leong

ZombieĀ  Dogs now online


02
Feb 11

Untitled


31
Jan 11

Untitled

“I was getting sick of failure, and decided to make a film in a nonchalant mood… I couldn’t figure out what to do to make a good film. What can a director bequeath to posterity? I began to find film meaningless. Now, I feel the other way around. The very fact that films could fade into oblivion is what makes it so enchanting.” – Ozu

Thoughts from Ozu
I was getting sick of failure, and decided to make a film in a nonchalant mood. Shooting proceeded at the height of summer. It was too hot to shoot outdoor scenes even on sunny days. Since that time, I couldn’t figure out what to do to make a good film. What can a director bequeath to posterity? I began to find film meaningless. Now, I feel the other way around. The very fact that films could fade into oblivion is what makes it so enchanting.