Werner Herzog Eats His Shoe

A Classic Short Documentary - Madness of Genius

Subway Poem

As the train rolls
into the sleepy station
late like any other day,
I find myself thinking
about the sense of human actions

I sit and watch them
for they want to be judged
or else wouldn't exist
but in their dreams of a world
that never spins

Ruins of bright days
are left behind
for rats and weeds
to settle down and build
golden bridges and cranes

Faces like shoe-boxes
filled with worries and pain
lay one onto the other,
eternally stuck
in a dance of empty looks

Ear-plugged
scarfed up
lidded men
wonder of bikinis
and new lipsticks to embrace
somewhere, somehow

A neat-head girl reads
of other people's
joy and misfortune,
for she's busy,
so busy,
too busy to live

The wrinkled one
watches the decay
but never blinks;
nothing is new
but a few more wrinkles

And the rambling
restless kids
still questioning the world
look for some fun
and surely find it
as they heavily step on my tired toe

And me, proudly contemplating
the still life of stinky wax statues
breathing on my neck,
I finally find two shiny eyes

They noticed me
and now stare at me
they try to dig me
and know me better

They come from the outer world
behind-the-glass world
other-than-me world

They came and judged me
and then they left

And I can see myself, once again,
mirrored in the window

Today Is My Birthday

What does that actually mean?

Yeah, of course, I am now exactly 24 years older than the day when I was born.
Wow. Big deal.

I am also 8,766 days old - leap years included - but it doesn't sound so cool if you say it that way. It doesn't make me feel like celebrating it.

8,766 days old.
It feels so old!
24 years old.
Yes, that sounds better.

But why celebrating?

Why does everybody buy you drinks on your birthday?

Why does it always end up with your friends having more fun than you?



And why the gifts? I don't even want to go there, or else I won't receive any.

And the cake? It gets scary when they replace the candles with a number. I guess I am ready for that, by the way.



Right now in Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia, my birthday is already over.

Kinda disappointing...















No way. I'm not as negative as I try to sound like.

I like my birthday, the drinks, the gifts, the cake and kuala lumpur too;

I don't really feel old and always enjoy any kind of celebration.


It's just that I had to write something

to justify a note

titled


Today Is My Birthday

December 03

Birthdays

1981 Brian Bonsall (actor)

1980 Anna Chlumsky (actress)

1973 Holly Marie Combs (actress)

1972 Bucky Lasek (skateboarder)

1967 Brendan Fraser (actor)

1965 Katerina Witt (figure skater)

1960 Darryl Hannah (actress)

1960 Julianne Moore (actress)

1949 Mickey Thomas (singer)

1948 Ozzy (John) Osbourne (singer)

1931 Jaye P (Mary Margaret) Morgan (singer)

1930 Andy Williams (singer)

1930 Jean-Luc Godard (film director)

1919 Sylvia Syms (singer)

1895 Anna Freud ( psychoanalyst)

1857 Joseph Conrad (novelist)

1755 Gilbert Stuart (artist)

Psycho Aliens

Tonight I had been tortured, molested, slaughtered and beaten up to death by a bunch of psycho aliens wearing fake prada socks.

Then, unfortunately, I woke up...