Wednesday, January 3, 2018

while listening to the tagalog dialogue, reading the english...



while listening to the tagalog dialogue, reading the english subtitle, noting the cinematography and shallow depth of field, appreciating the nuances in the score, repressing goosebumps during some of candida and paula’s pieces, evaluating the casting choices for the supporting roles, hearing my seatmates gush over javier, and questioning the meaning of life… i had a feeling of incompleteness (inadequacy?); like an itch i couldn’t quite reach. i expected a lot more. i guess something got lost in translation from play to musical to movie 😎 the spark that would have made this good movie great was missing



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#lunch 😎 #foodporn #TripKo #Davao (at Shakeys Abreeza)



#lunch 😎 #foodporn

#TripKo #Davao (at Shakeys Abreeza)



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Tuesday, January 2, 2018

#rflxn: are you willing to burn? “What is to give light...



#rflxn: are you willing to burn?

“What is to give light must endure burning.”

#ViktorFrankl (at The Aerie)



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Monday, January 1, 2018

“The artist is the creator of beautiful things. To reveal art and conceal the artist is...

“The artist is the creator of beautiful things. To reveal art and conceal the artist is art’s aim. The critic is he who can translate into another manner or a new material his impression of beautiful things.

The highest as the lowest form of criticism is a mode of autobiography. Those who find ugly meanings in beautiful things are corrupt without being charming. This is a fault.

Those who find beautiful meanings in beautiful things are the cultivated. For these there is hope. They are the elect to whom beautiful things mean only beauty.

There is no such thing as a moral or an immoral book. Books are well written, or badly written. That is all.

The nineteenth century dislike of realism is the rage of Caliban seeing his own face in a glass.

The nineteenth century dislike of romanticism is the rage of Caliban not seeing his own face in a glass. The moral life of man forms part of the subject-matter of the artist, but the morality of art consists in the perfect use of an imperfect medium. No artist desires to prove anything. Even things that are true can be proved. No artist has ethical sympathies. An ethical sympathy in an artist is an unpardonable mannerism of style. No artist is ever morbid. The artist can express everything. Thought and language are to the artist instruments of an art. Vice and virtue are to the artist materials for an art. From the point of view of form, the type of all the arts is the art of the musician. From the point of view of feeling, the actor’s craft is the type. All art is at once surface and symbol. Those who go beneath the surface do so at their peril. Those who read the symbol do so at their peril. It is the spectator, and not life, that art really mirrors. Diversity of opinion about a work of art shows that the work is new, complex, and vital. When critics disagree, the artist is in accord with himself. We can forgive a man for making a useful thing as long as he does not admire it. The only excuse for making a useless thing is that one admires it intensely.

All art is quite useless.

~ The Preface

#OscarWilde #ThePictureOfDorianGray #BookWorm #SerialReader



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✏️ searching for meaning in a snowflake’s heart in the...



✏️
searching for meaning
in a snowflake’s heart
in the cold light of winter stars,
the numb heart forgets.
✏️

~ Song of Azrael 091:225

#SongOfAzrael #nijûsanEika (at The Aerie)



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“ Jonathan: So are you gonna meet your boyfriend now or what? Sara: No, I think he’s...


Jonathan: So are you gonna meet your boyfriend now or what?

Sara: No, I think he’s out probably doing what you’re doing.

Jonathan: Getting a crush on somebody else’s girlfriend? No, I’m sorry, I just meant I had a really nice time. You know, maybe you should give me your phone number. Just in case.

Sara: In case of what?

Jonathan: In case of life. I just had a really great time and for all we know I wouldn’t be able to find you again.

Sara: Well, if we’re meant to meet again, we’ll meet again. it’s just not the right time now.

Jonathan: Maybe we’re supposed to meet on British time and we’re five hours too early.

#Serendipity (2001) #MovieBuff #BingeWatching



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every day, in every way, may you be Light, (liwanag at gaan) for...



every day, in every way, may you be Light, (liwanag at gaan) for those whose Heart need it. may God grant you the grace of courage to have NEW days and NEW ways. create your happy new year! 🎆

“There are people who take the heart out of you, and there are those who put it back.”

#ElizabethDavid #reissue (at The Aerie)



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