Just finished watching this movie, and I feel like I need to go to therapy because many scenes were quite disturbing, more so because it’s based on real events. This is what a real horror film should be — one that actually horrifies you, not simply scares you.
Definitely not for the squeamish (I’m looking at you, Kelsey). And not a date movie. But a damn good one.
Found this while fixing a drawer in my table. From 2003, and it must’ve been written during one of my nights at Cadets with my friend Athena.
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As the soldier marches on the field,
the screams of terror grow.
Not a person does his gun yield.
How did we sink so low?
Piles of bodies lying everywhere,
puddles of ruby liquid on the ground.
No doctor to seek for care,
musical notes of pain is the only sound.
The rumbling of tanks on soil
as scary as an earthquake under my feet.
Everywhere I turn there is turmoil,
and there is barely anything to eat.
I watched Battle for Algiers last night and wrote this just now.
Eyes
Blood-let
the color in your eyes.
Switch on a fuzzy gel —
Anything to
diffuse
filter
Pour out the rageful, beating heart.
Must they be military drums hammering in your mind?
the pulses of all the dusty, limp arms pertruding from the rubble:
hairs on a scalp.
The smell of burning flesh cooking,
the main course for the victors.
Please.
When you have let go to grasped a few seconds,
and noticed the rain,
the drums fading out, replaced by sopranos wailing dirges,
maybe then will the intoxication finally fall like a white curtain,
letting you
see.
I had favourited this many a year ago but when I watched it again, it’s still as applicable and powerful as before.
Six Feet Under was brilliant.
Yay! Non-gay poetry!
Boy with a Gun
Unmolded clay
now shaped by the butt of a rifle.
In a town where guns outnumber souls,
you’d trade beads of sweaty work
for bullets
Feeding a copper addiction.
The same alkaline aftertaste of blood
quenching your thirst.
This mutation of a species
unnatural combination of two stages of life —
a feeble larva with a powerful stinger
re-writing survival of the fittest
Revolver
Pistol
Machine
Don’t matter what you hold.
You’re still a child playing a grown-up’s pastime.
Abort while you can.
This dress-up game has gone on too long.
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