Thursday, January 25, 2007

Hiroshima Mon amour

Madness is like intelligence.You can't explain it.Just like intelligence.
It comes over you ,consumes you ..........and then you understand.

But when it's gone.You no longer understand it at all.


Hiroshima Mon amour (1959)
http://www.film.u-net.com/Movies/Reviews/Hiroshima_Amour.html

Madman dies - Anonymous

The book was being made into a movie after 25 years .It was cult all the way . People loved it,reread it, thought it ,breathed it , killed after it , died for it .

Nobody ever took him seriously . Not his wife , nor his friends at the bar when he said that it was his child , that he wrote it .No honour would be paid , no newspaper would scream his name .Not even when he passed away, alone by the fountain,this May hugging the book close.... very close.

Monday, January 08, 2007