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violetsinyoureyesandguns · 1 month

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"Obviously doctor you've never been a 13 year old girl"

#sofia coppola #lisbon sisters #religious trauma #girlblogging #just girly thoughts #daydreaming #lana del rey #cherry lips #baby blue #pure angel #coquette #mysterious beauty #lana unreleased #alana champion #girl rotting #female hysteria #coquette dollete #vergine suicides

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enchantingnymphette · 7 months

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Queen of disaster🩰🎀♡

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im-tempted · 2 years

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omg sand like thank you? This book is literally the only thing I can think about anymore

I find myself picking it up to look for a quote and suddenly it's been fifteen minutes and I didn't even realize I'd started reading

It's so fucking good I already have so many thoughts I need to finish the book to actually be able to put together in my head but ndiajdksjxk

I have so many thoughts and I really just need to finish the book already

(I'm gonna read it so many times I sware to god)

#this is about the vergin suicides i think i forgot to mention that oops #sand #crow fucking around

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vashthewitch · 29 days

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vedere il giaridno delle vergine suicide mi ha ricordato quanto ho desiderato, in passato, essere una ragazza. è un interesse che si è spento con il tempo perché io volevo proprio quella cosa lì, volevo arrivare esattamente all'altezza del mio sguardo, non proiettavo al fuutro. volevo essere come le mie amiche. nel giardino delle vergini suicide - che è un film sempre da fuori, che non apre mai a nessuno il mondo delle ragazze - ho ritrovato tutto. i denti di kristen dunst sono perfetti, così come le sue gengive rosse. lo guardavo e pensavo che quello era tutto ciò che avevo sempre desiderato. che mi ci ero avvicinato tanto nella mia vita, ma che non avevo mai - inevitabilmente - capito cosa significasse davvero essere una ragazza di 13, 14, 15 anni. mi ricordo che pensavo alle tette e pensavo che le avrei volute anche io. pensavo ai capelli ed era uguale. me li sono anche fatti allungare, ma ho avuto tutt'altro effetto. non ho mai davvero capito il mistero che sta dietro l'essere una ragazza e forse romanticizzo troppo. anzi, non forse, sicuramente. ma non è che posso dare soluzioni ortopediche ai pensieri del me tredicienne.

incredibile il fatto che queste splendide muoioano come mosche e nessuno capisca mai davvero nulla. c'era un segreto e nessuno l'ha mai saputo.

leggo, parallelamente, triste tigre: un libro incredibile sugli abusi che un padre perpetra su una figlia. a scriverlo è la figlia. è un libro non pietista, non cerca nessuna consolazione. né vittima né carnefice: il punto di vista cerca di essere fuori anche se non può. questo magnetismo, che porterebbe inevitabilmente la narratrice a rientrare nel suo polo di vittima, così contrastato rende il libro estenuante. è un continuo sdoppiarsi, farsi in quattro, chiedere scusa, rincominciare.

questo e il film mi hanno sciolto. sono uscito dal cinema e ho ricevuto un bel messaggio d'amore. ho pensato: se scrivi questo allora pensi il contrario, e ho risposto male. poi mi sono scusato. poi tutto sistemato. la vera verità è che provavo, in quel momento, ad essere la bellissima, irrazionale, selvatica, arrapata Lux. non ci sono riuscito, un'altra volta.

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artzano · 5 years

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maria-rose · 3 years

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christiandefenceforce · 5 years

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Post it in all Muslim groups ...

Let them to escape ...

ISLAM BUILT WITH LIES ...

READ QURAN CAREFULLY...

YOU CAN UNDERSTAND...

1. When Muhammad began receiving revelations, his first impression of these revelations was that they were demonic.

2. Muhammad was so traumatized by his encounter with "Gabriel" that he repeatedly tried to commit suicide by hurling himself off a cliff.

3. According to Muslim sources, Muhammad once delivered a revelation from the devil (the "Satanic Verses").

4. Muhammad claimed that he was a victim of a magic spell that gave him delusional thoughts and false beliefs.

5. Islam promotes idolatry (e.g., bowing down to the Kaaba and kissing the black stone).

6. Islam promotes pagan rituals (e.g., the pilgrimage to Mecca).

7. Islam deifies Muhammad by requiring unconditional obedience to him and by requiring Muslims to talk to him during their daily prayers.

8. After leaving Mecca, Muhammad supported his religion by robbing people.

9. Muhammad ordered his followers to torture a man named Kinana to find out where some money was hidden. Muhammad then had Kinana killed, and took his wife for himself.

10. Muhammad commanded his followers to kill critics of Islam.

11. Muhammad ordered his followers to kill apostates, even if they had good reasons for leaving Islam.

12. The Qur'an commands Muslims to violently subjugate Jews and Christians.

13. The Qur'an claims that stars are missiles that Allah uses to shoot demons.

14. The Qur'an claims that the sun sets in a pool of murky water.

15. Muhammad's teachings about personal hygiene would lead to death if Muslims took them seriously.

16. Muhammad claimed that Gabriel explained to him why children look like one parent or the other. Gabriel's answer is completely false.

17. When Muhammad was too shy to tell his dinner guests to leave, Allah stepped in with a special revelation that should make everyone wonder whether Muhammad's revelations really have anything to do with God.

18. The Qur'an declares that Christians find Muhammad mentioned in our scriptures. Yet our scriptures call Muhammad an antichrist.

19. In the Qur'an, Allah promises to kill Muhammad by severing his aorta if Muhammad invents a false revelation. When Muhammad died, he said he could feel his aorta being severed.

20. The Qur'an contains a prophecy that wasn't fulfilled.

21. The Qur'an presents a test for divine inspiration, but fails the test.

22. The central argument for the inspiration of the Qur'an is the "Argument from Literary Excellence," which is absurd on multiple levels.

23. The author of the Qur'an doesn't know that Miriam, the sister of Aaron and Moses, is a different person from Mary, the mother of Jesus (because their names are the same in Arabic).

24. The Qur'an claims that Alexander the Great and Aesop were devout Muslims.

25. Allah promises to protect the Qur'an from corruption, but the Qur'an has been corrupted (by Muslim standards).

26. Muslims believe that the Qur'an is Allah's eternal Word. Yet Allah repeatedly changes his eternal mind about his eternal Word via abrogation.

27. The Qur'an is missing at least two verses in which Allah commands grown women to breastfeed grown men in order to prevent sexual misconduct.

28. The Qur'an contains numerous false stories that were plagiarized from other sources.

29. Muhammad allowed his followers to hire prostitutes.

30. The Qur'an allows Muslim men to have up to four wives at a time. But Muhammad received a special revelation giving him (and him alone) the right to break the four-wife limit.

31. Muhammad had sex with a prepubescent nine-year-old girl named Aisha.

32. The Qur'an allows Muslim men to beat their wives into submission.

33. Islam allows Muslim men to rape their female captives and slave-girls.

34. Muhammad married the divorced wife of his own adopted son (after Muhammad caused the divorce), and the Qur'an offers an absurd defense of Muhammad's actions.

35. When Muhammad's wife Sauda became fat and unattractive, Muhammad intended to divorce her. Sauda had to relinquish some of her marital rights to avoid being abandoned.

36. After Muhammad got caught having sex with his slave girl in the bed of one of his wives, he swore that he would stop having sex with his slave-girl. Allah ordered him to break that oath.

37. Muhammad claimed that women are less intelligent and less moral than men.

38. When Muhammad's wives asked why he was giving special privileges to Aisha, he justified his actions by saying that he received revelations while wearing Aisha's dress!

39. According to the Qur'an, Allah has no love for unbelievers.

40. According to the Qur'an, Allah is the "best of deceivers."

41. According to Muhammad, Allah wants people to sin, and he threatens us with annihilation if we refuse to sin.

42. Since Allah would destroy us for not sinning, the true savior of humanity, according to Islam, is Satan, who tempts human beings to sin and therefore protects us from being destroyed.

43. Muhammad didn't know whether he would go to heaven or hell when he died.

44. Islam teaches that Allah will punish Jews and Christians in hell for the sins of Muslims.

45. Muhammad promises his followers a paradise in which Allah will bless them with eternal erections so that they can continually deflower their virgins.

46. Islam affirms the inspiration, preservation, and authority of the Jewish and Christian scriptures, yet Islam contradicts these scriptures on a fundamental level.

47. Islam claims to respect and honor Jesus, yet it portrays him as a complete failure.

48. Muslims believe that the Gospel has been corrupted. But according to Islam, part of the Gospel was corrupted by Allah himself.

49. Islam reverses the Gospel by having the guilty Judas die on behalf of the innocent Jesus, rather than the innocent Jesus dying on behalf of sinners.

50. Christianity is confirmed by Jesus' resurrection from the dead. Since Islam contradicts Christianity, and has no comparable confirmation from God, we must reject Islam.

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all Muslims should know ....

1) No prophet of the true God will come with sword

2)The true God hates detestable things.

3) The last prophet is John the Baptist.

4) Where there is a true God, there will be peace.

5) True God live with his beloved...his followers will love and help people...

6 )tree can identify by it's fruits.

True religion can not spread by sword but experience of divine love...

True prophet not be a womaniser,

Heaven not have 72 vergins and boys....

Heaven not have liquor river .....

Read Quran carefully.....

We Love you...

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unflinching-vagabond · 7 years

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Speaking out loud.

I hope, you are to listening me. And going to feel each and every word which I am going to pen down. It isn’t easy for me,to slay all my dreams , passions,wish list and my soul. All I know is today I feel I am a man of straw and has lost a cause. They say , “Suicide is a crime,it’s a sin , if you aren’t able to give birth to yourself you don’t have right to slay yourself” They only say! But who knows , why I want my demise sooner than planned? Today, at the last moment ,maybe when I am against the clock ,I realise how valiant are those people who has the guts to slay themselves. To be murderer of their dreams . Society! Society! Society! You were always outstanding! When I won’t be in front of you all ,my social networking sites will flood down with dozens of lubricious status! Who were there with me when I went through the mental trauma? I cried each day and night,ever and anon , but no one bothered. You all bit your tongue and named me Whore,slut , bitch! Mind it! I truly loved these nicknames of mine and specially the notes which you kept under my desk provoking me to bend down and the cats and bull story you made . Today, I stand nowhere, nowhere . My parents don’t want to see my face and I can’t face even the mirror. Was that my only fault that I was in love ? When I used to look deep down the lane ,outside the window . You pulled out my leg saying I don’t have life,after all who will want to have me ? You know what I looked deeply at ? My lonely and broken life . The insecurities and avoidance,the pain I was suffering by. My verginity was meant to be kept secured ,but love was heavier on me . I know I committed blunder , but that wasn’t the end of my life? Right? No, the society won’t accept it!. I know, because the love of my life , the one with whom I shared the best memories won’t let it. Sharing isn’t bad,but rumours are. I didn’t force you , it was we both up to that . How it feels when someone backs off? How it feels when someone comes to you and touchesc your private parts just because they know you shared the bed with your boyfriend,which means you are slut! How it feels when you are totally apart and the society never leaves you alone to even breadth freely! Tittle tattle about you , giggling and sarcasm how it torments you!br> I have another life in my womb , why shall I destroy his life. I don’t know he is he or she ! I guess I will never know and no one knows . Everyone ditched me. The only crime I made was I was born as a girl. It isn’t irreducible . I have already died long before ,it’s only the dead body which is breathing. I needed a single hand in dark , but I damn! We were all caught in a dangerous snare . -The most loneliest heart!. And guess what, I had life . I smiled , but the world didn’t see. How can you? Because you all pretended far more than you said.

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deeprajdutta-blog1 · 7 years

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Deepraj Dutta's Keep Smiling

Assam’s teen writing his second novel, “Keep Smiling” back to back after “The Unforgettbale Day”. A love story with many twists and crunches. The book defines how a boy starts writing a dairy which eventually is than published with a tag of a novel. The main character of the story, Raj writes this book for his so called girlfriend, “Anwesha” who is lost in the crowd of “Rape Cases” He also tells You might have heard about” The Conservation of Energy” but have you heard the 21st century “The Conservation of love”, the teenagers strictly believe and follow. “Love can neither be created nor be destroyed only can be transformed from one girlfriend to another, with some loss of time and money” Mathematically- To find a girlfriend you need time and money. Therefore, Girl friend= Time X Money —-(1) “Time is Money” So, Girlfriend= Money X money (From 1) Therefore, Girlfriend= (Money)2 Hence we can conclude that we can get a new miss world only by spending the square of money and time. He mainly focusus, Good Morning friends. I know I am here to deliver a speech but before that, I have a doubt. I think I can never get a better place than this to get my answer. Well do you know the objective of our gathering? Can you say what it is we spend our whole lives after, something that we lose with time? Something the world wants so bad? Something the whole world dies for? We go on compiling or searching reasons to have it, but hardly get reasons to keep it intact and everlasting? Something that gradually vanishes? Something that is very important but hardly paid any importance? Something for which we join hands near God, and sometimes near devil! Is it good or bad?? God or evil? And that’s the big question someone who was my best friend throughout childhood, who hardly left my side, who was always with me where ever I went. He was my only true friend, but as I started to grow up, he started moving away from me, later he started to maintain the “Hi-Hellow” relationship between us. And now when I see my Dad, I feel that thing’s bidden adieu to him. And I fear the same might happen to me. Anyone knows what that “Something” is? I started looking at their faces, all mouths wide opened. It just seemed all were hypnotized. There were no answers, as expected. I replied that the ‘something’ is none else but a “SMILE!” we spent our whole life to get it, but we lose it. We forget to smile as we grow. We forget our best friend and the best friend slowly forgets us. Did you remember how often we used to smile in our childhood days? Days used to start with smiles and end in smiles. Now compare that to today. You can count your smiles. 1-2-3-7-8-18-20 times a day maximum. And sir what about you? 5 or 6? And what about our grandparents 7 or 8 times a week. So this is the transformation. But why do we forget to keep smiling? Is there a hormonal problem? The hormone that reduces with time. Or is it our environmental problem or our own problem? You know, when I heard that there would be a completion today and the winner would get cash, instantly a smile hung from my face. But after a minute… it… vanished. In fact I did not know why. Interesting fact is that few days ago, while I was returning from Jorhat by train. I saw a little beggar begging. He was begging and begging but there was none to give him a pie. He was moving near to a person and when he could see that that man moved away. I was just watching the whole scene. At last he came near me and lifted up his hands. I saw a penny in his palms. His face was totally black, half naked body with half torn dirty shorts. I was wearing a bag. I opened the chain of my bag and found a bottle of Mazza and a packet of cake in it. I took out those and gave him. And guess what? He gave a smile and automatically I too bore a smile, an everlasting smile it felt. At that moment I felt I am the happiest person in the world and that’s what the everlasting smile is. Why spend billions to put a research on other planet whereas trillions are starving for food on our own planet. Why create plans to get water from Moon whereas the earth seemed dry, though having 3/4 covered by water? Why create plans for farming in moon, where as the cows in India are bellowing near the farmers, “Master please don’t commit suicide. We will work hard for you.” Why create plans to provide a better life, where as the word better indicates only for the riches. Life has knocked me down several times…It has shown me things which I never wanted to see… I have experienced sadness and failures but one thing is for sure, I will always get up, either with or without your help. Just remember, “We can smile only when we make others smile”. “We become so busy in nothing that we forget there is still everything” “Actually there is no change in hormones but vision” so this was my topic, “Keep smiling”. This was my question, “Why w can’t we keep smiling?” He also tells, “No one dies vergin but life fucks all”

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iodanessunaparte · 5 years

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“sex cures depression.”

–a suicidal vergin.

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violetsinyoureyesandguns · 2 months

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"I got your Bible and your gun

And you love to party and have fun

And I love your women and all of your heroin

And I'm so happy now that you're gone"

˚˖𓍢ִ໋🦢˚ ˚˖𓍢🌷✧˚.🎀⋆⋆ ˚｡⋆୨♡୧⋆ ˚｡⋆

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laetitiavercelli · 5 years

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Artisti che ascolto

Maria Antonietta (Pesci, Vergine)

Levante (Le mille me, Caruso Pacoski)

Videoclub (Roi, Amour plastique)

Frero Delavega (Coeur elephant, Ton visage)

Calcutta (Paraceramolo, Gaetano, Pesto, Orgasmo)

Eugenio in via di gioia (La punta dell'iceberg,Il fine e la luna)

Hip Hop

Articolo 31 (Domani, Volume, Spirale ovale)

Pop

Mika (Boum boum boum, Grace Kelly)

Michele Bravi (la vita a passi piccoli, Sweet suicide)

George Michael (edge of heaven, wake me up before you go go)

Two years vacation (I forgot your name, can't take my eyes off you)

Rap

Salmo (Cabriolet, Ho paura di uscire)

Fedez (Generazione bho, Polaroid)

Pop Rock

Panic!at the Disco (Death of a bachelor, Camisado)

Beatles (let it be, penny lane)

Rock

Queen (Breakthru, Scandal, Love of my life)

David Bowie (Space oddity, rebel rebel)

Altro

Billie Eilish (wish you were gay, you should see me in a crown)

Ben l'oncle soul (Soulman, Demain j'arrete)

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lipwak · 5 years

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VHS #394

3 movies: Amelie (Le Fabuleux Destin D'Amelie Poulain), Aria (selections from), Across The Universe *** Amelie (Le Fabuleux Destin D'Amelie Poulain)2 hrs, rain fade at the end Watch the whole thing here, albeit a version designed to get by copyright regulations…https://youtu.be/KNhHD6-zaxo *** Aria (selections from)Ovation30:15all without John Hurt intros, commercials edited out "La vergine degli angeli" from La forza del destino, boy and girl (Charles Sturrdige), b&whttps://youtu.be/tu-UKqZA_gk "Glück, das mir verblieb" from Die tote Stadt”, Sprits of the Dead CIty, Bruce Beresford, lovers and city shots.https://youtu.be/Ia17NZ5Zf7A (excerpt) "Liebestod" from Tristan und Isolde, Franc Roddam w/ Brigit Fonda, Vegas, lovers suicide in bathtubhttps://youtu.be/mQxW80q7yrA?t=37 "Nessun dorma" from Turandot, Ken Russell - very strangehttps://youtu.be/4Buh9AB99NM?t=114 "Depuis le jour" from Louise, Derek Jarman - old & young woman, beautiful (Tila Swinton), memories of youthhttps://youtu.be/4H6wIr5i0VY?t=68 credits w/ excerpt clips including elvis!, “Rigoletto”, other music…. (Missed “Rigoletto”, Julian Temple, w/ Buck Henry on Ecstasy at the Madonna Inn with Elvis singing La donna è mobile!)https://youtu.be/q8sPnUp2q2Y *** Across The Universe2:13 Girl (https://youtu.be/hOZcFdYolOw)Helter SkeltertitleHold Me Tight (https://youtu.be/X6N5i5hKZCs) All My Loving (https://youtu.be/kQ61D7-Q2FM) I Want to Hold Your Hand (https://youtu.be/F7WXRNQT9ko) With a Little Help from My Friends (https://youtu.be/Zx6ERscWybs) It Won't Be Long (https://youtu.be/mpkL5oLqEz8) I've Just Seen a Face (https://youtu.be/oIYQqWWJzHU)Let It Be (https://youtu.be/GXkEzSDwSFM) Come Together (https://youtu.be/wH6eiCJ9SDs) Why Don't We Do It in the Road? (https://youtu.be/aIG2eOtNBkQ) If I Fell (https://youtu.be/U7FjD6J-CcE)I Want You (She's So Heavy) (https://youtu.be/SSnw1JaL2uA) Dear Prudence (https://youtu.be/DvJRdS1CaYQ) Flying (https://youtu.be/4BywXhFZkaI) audio onlyBlue Jay Way (https://youtu.be/mfOpjmQQ9v0)I Am the Walrus (https://youtu.be/rbqNAIRE4Ok) Being for the Benefit of Mr. Kite (https://youtu.be/59ahx9ckqIw)Because (https://youtu.be/ETBKYj-YIn0) Something (https://youtu.be/LQ_-w0XeDVE) Oh! Darling (https://youtu.be/EqT-dxhCoXU) Strawberry Fields Forever (https://youtu.be/IDuAIPul6og) Revolution (https://youtu.be/sMljirxfXRU) While My Guitar Gently Weeps (https://youtu.be/pmEVtOkJEvU) Across the Universe/Helter Skelter (https://youtu.be/2pfgnm4NSVg) Happiness Is a Warm Gun (https://youtu.be/oXWMt4vkQ80) A Day in the Life (https://youtu.be/8DPtvr3dGjA) Blackbird/Hey Jude (https://youtu.be/e_RH2a-LMaw) Don't Let Me Down (https://youtu.be/sRCd0fFjtDo) All You Need Is Love (https://youtu.be/9FflL0MpEmE) Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds (https://youtu.be/xlpaSjyyWk4) end credits (https://youtu.be/ebBQjjkgrck)

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webnet30 · 7 years

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New York Times attacca l’Italia per truffe su Olio Vergine di Oliva: “suicidio extra vergine”

New York Times attacca l’Italia per truffe su Olio Vergine di Oliva: “suicidio extra vergine” a cura della Redazione de IL PARLAMENTARE.IT/ Extra Virgin Suicide – Nicholas Blechman is an illustrator and the art director of the New York Times Book Review Le truffe che da...

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whogoesthere-thething · 7 years

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(Riding the Bullet, USA/Canada, 2004, 98’, C)

Regia di Mick Garris.

Sceneggiatura di Mick Garris dal racconto di Stephen King Riding the Bullet, 2000 (Passaggio per il nulla in Tutto è fatidico, Sperling & Kupfer, 2005).

Con Jonathan Jackson, David Arquette, Cliff Robertson, Barbara Hershey, Erika Christensen, Barry W. Levy, Nicky Katt.

Riding the Bullet fu una delle tante trovate editoriali di Stephen King, esso vanta, infatti, il primato di essere stato, nel 2000, il primo racconto pubblicato direttamente via internet sotto forma di e-book. Solo in seguito fu riproposto all’interno della raccolta Tutto è fatidico (Everything’s Eventual, 2002). In Italia inizialmente uscì in libretto accompagnato da un CD-ROM dedicato alle opere di King e ai suoi progetti futuri. Sostanzialmente un’operazione commerciale per un racconto che ripropone gli stilemi dell’autore del Maine in maniera né migliore né peggiore di altre sue produzioni.

King ha curato, in qualità di produttore esecutivo, questa riduzione cinematografica (in Italia uscita direttamente in Home Video) affidandone la regia all’ormai collaudato regista di fiducia, Mick Garris, già autore (viene da dire, responsabile) delle trasposizioni di altre sue opere come I sonnambuli (1992), L’ombra dello scorpione (1994) e lo Shining televisivo (1997) e che ormai sembra aver legato tutta la propria carriera professionale a doppio filo con quella del Re del brivido (in seguito realizzerà anche trasposizioni televisive di Desperation e Mucchio d’ossa). Il film, ambientato nel 1969, racconta di Alan (Jonathan Jackson), un giovane studente universitario con problemi di sdoppiamento di personalità, manie suicide e un difficile rapporto con la propria ragazza. La vigilia di Halloween riceve una telefonata da una vicina di casa che lo avvisa che la madre (Barbara Hershey), con la quale il ragazzo, orfano di padre, ha un forte legame affettivo, ha avuto un ictus e che è ricoverata al vicino ospedale. Alan decide di raggiungere la madre la sera stessa in autostop, poiché si trova sprovvisto di auto. Il timore che la madre possa non farcela, una serie di strani incontri sulla strada e l’incipiente schizofrenia, rendono il viaggio uno sconvolgente calvario. Dopo essersi riposato in un cimitero che costeggia la strada, accetta il passaggio di uno strano tipo che afferma di chiamarsi George Staub (David Arquette), stesso nome che Alan aveva letto su una delle lapidi del cimitero. Staub si rivelerà essere un messaggero dell’aldilà, sceso a raccogliere un’anima. Spetterà ad Alan decidere quale, la sua o quella dell’amata madre. Il racconto ripropone la leggenda dell’autostoppista fantasma a ruoli invertiti, qui lo spettro è chi dà il passaggio. Il “Bullet” del titolo è un’attrazione da Luna Park su cui Alan non aveva avuto da ragazzino il coraggio di salire dopo una lunga fila fatta con la madre, cosa che aveva fatto infuriare la donna e suscitato sensi di colpa e inadeguatezza nel ragazzo. Proprio i sensi di colpa e i ricordi di un’infanzia tormentata sono il tema portante del racconto di King.

Il film ne ripropone la trama, aggiungendo una serie di elementi sinceramente non necessari col solo scopo di allungare il brodo del racconto, troppo ristretto per coprire tutta la durata di una pellicola. Sono un’invenzione dello sceneggiatore, infatti, i problemi di precarietà mentale del protagonista (comunque lasciati in superficie e non approfonditi) e il personaggio della fidanzata (nel racconto il ragazzo è quasi vergine). Come spesso capita ai lavori del regista, il film fatica a ricreare l’atmosfera del racconto. L’ambientazione temporale della notte di Halloween del 1969 (nel racconto è una generica notte di Luna piena contemporanea) sembra buttata lì probabilmente con l’intenzione di aggiungere ulteriori suggestioni orrorifiche al film e fornirgli un ottimo accompagnamento musicale. Il tono da commedia nera che accompagna alcune scene, sembra abbastanza fuori luogo. La parte più convincente è la prima, fino all’inquietante incontro con Staub, poi il film accelera, trasformandosi in una specie di baraccone horror (e infatti una lunga sequenza è ambientata all’interno di un parco divertimenti).

RIDING THE BULLET (Riding the Bullet, USA/Canada, 2004, 98’, C) Regia di Mick Garris. Sceneggiatura di Mick Garris dal racconto di Stephen King…

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Wednesday, March 1, 2017

Ash Wednesday - 10:35 cloudy, warm, just took long walk and saw that Neptune is no more, another Pilish restaurant closed, on first avenue and 11th street - I loved their garden, their generous servings - no more - a pastry place open since I was born, closed, Lanza closed - I don't think I ever went there - the ethnic places - they are going. Big renovations on PS 122 - an art center - to be made fancy and exxpensive - then passing the theater of the New City I saw an offer for free meditation at St.Mark's church on Thursdays at 8 a.m. - I might check that out - I'm not the only whom Catholic Masses have stopped interesting - one priest talking endlessless about the virginity of Mary and how wonderful it is for women to be vergins - I am against promiscuity, I too am against abortion, a good essay on the op-ed page, saying women deserve better than getting abortions.

Education, education. I just wrote to a wonderful friend about the fight a number of us have been fighting against the pharma industry that would like every last person declared mentally ill - there is no one as far as they are concerned who wouldn't do much better in life with medications - and many of us, myself included, have suffered and do suffer from the ignorance of all the lay shrinks thast abound and ready to diagnose every one as mentally ill and then stop speaking to people - to me! - because I don't have the decency to call myself mentally ill and refuse the wonderful meds that would make me a so much nicer person.

Anger, anger - yes, my anger is directed against the pharma industry - and I should learn to channel my anger directly against them - I try to by writing - and not against all thoser whom the millions they make are "educating" how wonderful and necessary their products are - and how they deserve every because after all they are doing wonderful research and if one pill costs $1000 or more - do find ways to raise the money, that pill will save you. Even Trump in his speech last night that I did end up listening to said something about the overpricing that must stop.

Yes that speech - in German we would say "sich die Haende wund klatschen" - to applaud hard until your hands are sore - I've necver seen so much applause and so many standing ovations - by uneducated people. Yes, they may have Harvard degrees - I myself sadly learned how little I learned getting my Mount Holyoke B.A. in 20 months, my UCLA M.A. straight A's in little over 7 months - finally got halted at Columbia by the fascist Bauke - putting my phd exams off, the failing me, finally passing me and then I got a letter: you did not take middle high German one - of course I had in California - and middle high German two at Columbia where I met Ari Salant - long story - and Gothic - for that course I bought my first bible because those Goth had translated the bible into their language - and all you had to do is get a bible to translate Gothic into Englissh.

Yes, I wasted my young years on obscure German lit, on obscure languages - I wish when I arrived in 1951 I had had the guts to stay with my sweet boyfriend Arno, who truly loved me and I was 19 then and he 22 - no longer a virgin! as required by this priest, Charlie - and just beginning to explore our bodies - in what is now the East Village and then was the lower East Side we could have shared with artists an apartment for 20 dollars a month - Brooklyn College where he was studying - statistics as suggested by his father and he later did use that in his job at the census bureau where he created a division Poverty Statistics, destroyed by Reagan, he got pancreatic cancer and died. His love was sociology and he did get at the New School later close to a Ph.D. - the New School notorious for keeping students forever - his later wife threatened to leave him if he didn't get a job - the census bureau was a summer job, they loved him, offered him full time work - all the perks of a govt job - she suggested he take it - he called me often at government expense and I remember his mantra: No one to taslk to. He got very involved in the civil rights fight, later in sort of universal church - they had three children - his daughter went to the u of Chicago and married a Boston Irish, I was invited to the wedding, felt odd about going. His middle son, a philosophy student and musician committed suicide after he had died and his older son never married and now lives I velieve in Cambodia. I have remained in touch with his wife who always geneerously hosted me and friends when we came for demos to Washington - didn't want to join his church while he was alive, Unitarian, now the name comes to me - after he died became the pillar of the church - not far from the house that they had bought - in a neighborhood that has become gentrified.

His father - a survivor, his mothere was torn away from him at Auswitz, he was the only child, he was 15, she perished. My mother met his father at was was a "requisitioned hotel" - this was 1947 we lived in Munich - Jews were offered free stays in these hotels in the Alps - he shared a table with my mother - my father had refused to go there - I was extremely lonely then and so was his son - his father came to our house to check me out, approved, said he had a bottle of cooking oil I could pick up at his house - and that is where I met Arno. Both my mother and his father firmly believed young women should remain virgins - believed this should be platonic and my mother called me a whore when I kissed him a year after we had met. I told him I would "go all the way" after I had graduated high school in 1950 - three years after we had met. By then we both were plotting how to get to America - he left in early 1951, I followed him in the fall. I had scored the fancy scholarship - totally unthinkeable to give it up to stay in New York - where he had wonderful and intgeresting friends that I met when I spent vacations with him - firmly convinced that I was the only woman at Mount Holyoke College sleeping with her boyfriend - and in those days virtuous young women did what was called then: everything but. When I met my later husband and was willing "to go all the way" - I shocked him deeply and his mother had given him dire warnings of "lose women" who were out to snatch her trophy by getting pregnant - after the first time he told me he was too tired - and because I had a Mount Holyoke B.A. and he was about to enter his thrird and final year at Harvard law school we were convinced we knew EVERTHING - and we were as dumb as all those people clapping their hands sore last night - all those people who admire the speech Trump gave last night - and putting all of us into terrible danger. More military spending - that will save us. The military believes it.

Oh well. It took me alas many years to begin to understand - Arno's father had bought him a Leica (Arno's father knew how to make money) - perhaps some of the photographs are still in the basement of his house - I've been waiting for somebody to take me - so far no one has - and his widow is also growing old. Arno had gotten a driver's licence before he left Germany. His father would have given us money and we could have set out on a trip across America as the Swiss photographer Frank did who put together a book by the titlle something "of Men" - he had photographed America with the eyes of a European - he did have training in photography - but Arno happily would have taken courses - I began writing voluminously in 1946, I was 13 and we had to leave Prague where I had met in the fall of 1945 Dana, a beautiful Czech women - and as girls that age do, we loved each other - I had told I was Dutch and leaving for Holland - in the park we had played being Partisans and killing Germans - then I wrote to her from Germany that alas I was a German (still stateless until West Germany came into being and passports were issued and I got German passport number 456 - it burned in 2000) and we began a lively correspondence - one day in 1987 I was in Prague (after 1957 I travelled a lot to Prague, the city I love most) - she reached up and gave me bundled my letters in Czech to her. Much burned in the 2000 fire - all my photographs, as my letters, much of my writing.

Writing was my early passion - alas - only one teacher realized it, Frau Eckstein - her husband had become involved with the art teacher, Frau Eckstein had stomach problems and died on the operating table. She was the only who saw a writer in me. And only in 1958 in Geneva I sat down to write my first two novels - in English - one about my year in Paris, the other about my years with Arno, from 1947 until 1953 - when our so different lives, he in Brooklyn with the poor, I in Massacusetts with the rich - no longer able to find places where we could sleep together - alas my physical interest in him had waned - none of all that did we understand - and while I've read thousands of pages of obscure German literature - never did I learn anything about my body.

Almost all the displaced persons on the boat taking me to America ended up working in factories, many never learning English. Spending life at unviversities and in libraries has been a privilege - I am happy for it - even though it hasn't taken me to this day where I wanted to be - a recognized writer. The clock is ticking - in June I'll be 85.

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