One night, my friend and I heard Ewan McGregor’s and Nicole Kidman’s duet of “Come What May.” It is an old song, and I grew up listening to it. It turns out it is much older than I realized. For my friend says she grew up listening to it. It turns out that the song “Come What May” is not even originally of Baz Luhrmann’s make . Most people who know old songs recognize “montages” from other songs—such as The Police’s “Roxanne ,” Patti LaBelle’s “Lady Marmalade,” Eden Ahbez’s “Nature Boy, ” Elton John’s “Your Song,” Gloria Estefan’s “Rhythm of the Night,” “Elephant Love Medley” which borrows a lot of familiar spots from "All You Need Is Love" and "Heroes" straight on to "I Will Always Love You ," Marilyn Monroe’s “Diamonds Are a Girl’s Best Friend” coupled with Madonna’s “Material Girl,” even Madonna’s “Like A Virgin” (when Satine tries to hide Christian from the Duke), Patti Page’s Come What May, and so on. Thus, as with the songs, the concept of Moulin Rouge—that is, a musical-type film—is not original. We can hark back to Fiddler on the Roof, The King and I, Sunset Boulevard, and other musical greats on the silver screen.
But what is the point of this entire exercise, you ask. My point is that trends are cycled, more often than not. We see this in the trends of today being from my generation’s parents—aviator shades, culottes/skorts, love beads, platforms, bell bottoms—I think you get the idea. Moulin Rouge’s idea—a self-proclamation of a “rebirth” in musicals in the cinema—is that: a rebirth and NOT an original idea. My question now is, what IS original now? Are there any new, groundbreaking trends/ideas? I’m not talking about science or technology, but even that can sometimes be already questioned: some advancements are echoes of what Chinese/Incan/Indian/Middle Eastern (? Sorry, no concrete evidence for this) scholars and astrologists pre-divined, or had already made rough prototypes of in a bygone era. So yes, my question remains: what IS the innovation, or what ARE the innovations that our world, our era has given?
Can we perhaps say that the only original input we have offered are our ”personal touches,” the subjectivity to the objectivity?
Sources:
http://www.epinions.com/content_26334236292
http://www-tech.mit.edu/V121/N27/Moulin_Rouge.27a.html
http://www.music-critic.com/sdtrks/moulinrouge.htm
http://www.epinions.com/content_26334236292
http://www.answers.com/topic/come-what-may?hl=come&hl=what&hl=may&hl=song
http://custance.org/old/noah/ch3t.html
Wednesday, March 29, 2006
Tuesday, March 21, 2006
Ask For More
Hold me,
thrill me,
kiss me.
I would fight you
ordinarily.
But take advantage
of the weakness
in me.
Hold me,
thrill me,
kiss me,
and I will cling
to you
and ask for more.
thrill me,
kiss me.
I would fight you
ordinarily.
But take advantage
of the weakness
in me.
Hold me,
thrill me,
kiss me,
and I will cling
to you
and ask for more.
Pride Before The Fall
Composure is key.
Breakdown is anathema.
Back straight, chin up.
Never show pain.
Never show the fire (beneath the ice)
the darkness (under the light)
The mask must remain
to hide the raw
pulsating flesh
beneath.
Breakdown is anathema.
Back straight, chin up.
Never show pain.
Never show the fire (beneath the ice)
the darkness (under the light)
The mask must remain
to hide the raw
pulsating flesh
beneath.
A Perfect End
She wants to die--
not alone
in a nursing home;
but to die
violently,
dramatically--
by
cancer,
tumor,
knife-stab,
gunshot.
It would be
a
perfect
end
to
a
nondescript
life.
not alone
in a nursing home;
but to die
violently,
dramatically--
by
cancer,
tumor,
knife-stab,
gunshot.
It would be
a
perfect
end
to
a
nondescript
life.
Reason for None
Must there
truly
be
pain
for
pleasure?
melancholy
for
bliss?
Creatures of
Darkness
are
as much
Creatures of
Light.
truly
be
pain
for
pleasure?
melancholy
for
bliss?
Creatures of
Darkness
are
as much
Creatures of
Light.
Monday, March 20, 2006
My Old-New Shirt
The
green
shirt
has been
lying,
curled up neatly
inside the closet
for almost a year.
I'll wear it,
I say,
when I lose
weight,
when there are no
bulges,
no
creases,
to mar
to mark.
A year has come and gone.
The
green
shirt
is out--
on myself,
with bulges
and mars,
creases
and marks,
but not as much.
green
shirt
has been
lying,
curled up neatly
inside the closet
for almost a year.
I'll wear it,
I say,
when I lose
weight,
when there are no
bulges,
no
creases,
to mar
to mark.
A year has come and gone.
The
green
shirt
is out--
on myself,
with bulges
and mars,
creases
and marks,
but not as much.
Sunday, March 19, 2006
Rice Steamcooker
I watched
the rice bubble
up and up
rising to the surface
only to sink back,
regress,
then surge back,
feebly
pop.
Nothing.
the rice bubble
up and up
rising to the surface
only to sink back,
regress,
then surge back,
feebly
pop.
Nothing.
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