Publius Ovidius Naso (20 March 43 BC – AD 17/18), known as Ovid in the English-speaking world, was a Roman poet who is best known as the author of the three major collections of poetry: Heroides, Amores, and Ars Amatoria, and of the Metamorphoses, a mythological hexameter poem. He is also well known for the Fasti, about the Roman calendar; and the Tristia and Epistulae ex Ponto, two collections of poems written in exile on the Black Sea. Ovid was also the author of several smaller pieces, the Remedia Amoris, the Medicamina Faciei Femineae, and the long curse-poem Ibis. He also authored a lost tragedy, Medea. He is considered a master of the elegiac couplet, and is traditionally ranked alongside Virgil and Horace as one of the three canonic poets of Latin literature. The scholar Quintilian considered him the last of the canonical Latin love elegists. His poetry, much imitated during Late Antiquity and the Middle Ages, decisively influenced European art and literature and remains as one of the most important sources of classical mythology.
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Everything is connected: an 1849 diary of an ocean voyage across the Pacific; letters from a composer to his lover; a thriller about a murder at a nuclear power plant; a farce about a publisher in a nursing home; a rebellious clone in futuristic Korea; and the tale of a tribe living in post-apocalyptic Hawaii, far in the future.
Keywords: 1850s, 1930s, 1970s, 19th-century, 20th-century, 2140s, 21st-century, actor-playing-multiple-roles, actress-playing-multiple-roles, ageing
Everything Is Connected
[from trailer]::Isaac Sachs: Yesterday, I believe I would never have done what I did today. I feel like something important has happened to me. Is this possible? I just met her, and yet... I have fallen in love with Luisa Rey.
[from trailer]::Javier: What are you reading?::Luisa Rey: Old letters.::Javier: Why do you keep reading them?::Luisa Rey: I don't know. Just trying to understand why we keep making the same mistakes... over and over.
[from trailer]::Robert Frobisher: A half-finished book is, after all, a half finished love affair.
[from trailer]::Vyvyan Ayrs: That's it! The music from my dream.::Robert Frobisher: I call it the "Cloud Atlas Sextet".
[from trailer]::Robert Frobisher: I believe there is a another world waiting for us, Sixsmith. A better world. And I'll be waiting for you there.
[repeated line]::Mr. Meeks: I know, I know!
Sonmi-451: ...from womb to tomb, our lives are not our own...
Timothy Cavendish: I will not be subjected to criminal abuse.
Timothy Cavendish: We cross and re-cross our old paths like figure-skaters.
Haskell Moore: There is a natural order to this world, and those who try to upend it do not fare well. This movement will never survive; if you join them, you and your entire family will be shunned. At best, you will exist a pariah to be spat at and beaten-at worst, to be lynched or crucified. And for what? For what? No matter what you do it will never amount to anything more than a single drop in a limitless ocean.::Adam Ewing: What is an ocean but a multitude of drops?
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A university has found the leg bone of Amelia Earhart. A high school science teacher travels to the underworld to bring back his girlfriend. Animals are organizing into concentric circles and helium has escaped into the luminiferous aether.
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A love affair threatened by a barrier as great as itself... Can differences of faith stand in the way of an innocent love affair? Two young people, Esma and Mustafa, fall in love. For them, the future only has meaning if they are together. Failing this, life is meaningless. However, overhanging their love is a barrier unique to the period and location: Mustafa is a clandestine Christian, when everyone including Esma thinks he is Muslim. In the meantime, the Ottoman Empire introduces a series of reforms giving Christians the same rights as Muslims. From this point on, the Church urges secret Christians to reveal their faith. This poses a dilemma for Mustafa: he is caught between his love and the Church.
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From New York's unsuspecting Long Island community to a dark decrepit hospital in Hungary, Davin Cortes searches for the truth behind his father's bizarre past. He unveils a debauched world of perverse bliss and sexual terror depicted in a gore fest of horrid videos found in the archives of his father's hidden lair. He gathers the possibility that his father may have been a Long Island serial killer with a trail of death submersed in the bloodletting of an unbeknownst cultic network of vampire serial killers. Davin finds that the mystery of his father's past is vividly detailed behind the lips of a hard hearted young girl, a sociopath vampiric vixen named Erza. She goats him into her psyche while simultaneously haunting his sensibilities with taunts of her wretched vice for blood and butchery.
Keywords: blood, horror-art
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Melding the seemingly disparate traditions of apocalyptic live-action graphic novel and charming Victoria-era toy theater, Dante's Inferno is a subversive, darkly satirical update of the original 14th century literary classic. Retold with the use of intricately hand-drawn paper puppets and miniature sets, and without the use of CGI effects, this unusual travelogue takes viewers on a tour of hell. And what we find there, looks a lot like the modern world. Sporting a hoodie and a hang-over from the previous night's debauchery, Dante wakes to find he is lost - physically and metaphorically - in a strange part of town. He asks the first guy he sees for some help: The ancient Roman poet Virgil, wearing a mullet and what looks like a brown bathrobe. Having no one else to turn to, Dante's quickly convinced that his only means for survival is to follow Virgil voyage down, down through the depths of Hell. The pair cross into the underworld and there Virgil shows Dante the underbelly of the Inferno, which closely resembles the decayed landscape of modern urban life. Dante and Virgil's chronicles are set against a familiar backdrop of used car lots, strip malls, gated communities, airport security checks, and the U.S. Capitol. Here, hot tubs simmer with sinners, and the river Styx is engorged with sewage swimmers. Also familiar is the contemporary cast of presidents, politicians, popes and pop-culture icons sentenced to eternal suffering of the most cruel and unusual kind: Heads sewn on backwards, bodies wrenched in half, never-ending blow jobs, dancing to techno for eternity, and last, but certainly not least, an inside look at Lucifer himself, from the point of view of a fondue-dunked human appetizer. Each creatively horrific penance suits the crime, and the soul who perpetrated it. As Dante spirals through the nine circles of hell, he comes to understand the underworld's merciless machinery of punishment, emerging a new man destined to change the course of his life. But not, of course, the brand of his beer.
Keywords: allegory, anger, astrologer, based-on-novel, catholic, dante's-inferno, dick-cheney, divine-comedy, fraud, gluttony
The epic film of a lost young man's journey through hell.
Dante. Virgil. Hell. Puppets. Questions?
To Hell and back through the streets of America: a journey in toy theater.
Virgil: This is Hell, Dante. Not your personal fantasy.
Ulysses - Strom Thurmond: I'm not Mrs. Butterworth, God Dammit. I'm Senator Strom Thurmond.
High flying, adored
So young, the instant queen
A rich, beautiful thing
Of all the talents
Across between
A fantasy of the bedroom
And a saint
You were just a backstreet girl
Hustling and fighting
Scratching and biting
High flying, adored
Did you believe
In your wildest moments
All this would be yours
That you'd become
The lady of them all?
Were there stars in your eyes
When you crawled in at night
From the bars, from the sidewalks
From the gutter-the-atrical?
Don't look down
It's a long, long way to fall
High flying, adored
What happens now?
Where do you go from here?
For someone on top of the world
The view is not exactly clear
A shame you did it all
At twentysix
There are no mysteries now
Nothing can thrill you
No one fulfill you
High flying, adored
I hope you come to terms with burden
So famous, so easily
So soon is not the wisest thing to be
You won't care if they love you
It's been done before
You'll despair if they hate you
You'll be drained of all energy
All the young who've made it
Would agree
High flying, adored
That's good to hear
But unimportant
My story's quite usual:
Local girl makes good
Weds famous man
I was slap in the right place
At the perfect time
Filled a gap - I was lucky
But one thing I say for me
No one else can fill it
High flying, adored
So young, the instant queen
A rich, beautiful thing
Of all the talents
Across between
A fantasy of the bedroom
And a saint
You were just a backstreet girl
Hustling and fighting
Scratching and biting
High flying, adored
Did you believe
In your wildest moments
All this would be yours
That you'd become
The lady of them all?
Were there stars in your eyes
When you crawled in at night
From the bars, from the sidewalks
From the gutter-the-atrical?
Don't look down
It's a long, long way to fall
High flying, adored
What happens now?
Where do you go from here?
For someone on top of the world
The view is not exactly clear
A shame you did it all
At twentysix
There are no mysteries now
Nothing can thrill you
No one fulfill you
High flying, adored
I hope you come to terms with burden
So famous, so easily
So soon is not the wisest thing to be
You won't care if they love you
It's been done before
You'll despair if they hate you
You'll be drained of all energy
All the young who've made it
Would agree
High flying, adored
That's good to hear
But unimportant
My story's quite usual:
Local girl makes good
Weds famous man
I was slap in the right place
At the perfect time
Filled a gap - I was lucky
But one thing I say for me
No one else can fill it
Hello and goodbye, I just unemployed you
You can go back to school
You've had a good run, I'm sure he enjoyed you
Don't act sad or surprised, let's be friends, civilized
Come on little one, don't sit there like a dummy
The day you knew would arrive is here, you'll survive
So move, funny face
I like your conversation, you've a catchy turn of phrase
You're obviously going through some adolescent phase
So what happens now? So what happens now?
Where am I going to?
You'll get by, you always have before
I am broken,
Torn apart by misery,
I wait behind locked doors,
Hoping they will never find me,
I hear your voice through the cracks in the wall,
Bitterness now fills me,
My eyes are closed to reality,
Bitterness now fills me,
My eyes are closed to reality,
I'm sure I've been here once before,
I feel it's me against the world,
(Me against the world)
Will this ever cease to be?
This misery.
I'll walk you to the edge,
Just to see you fall,
Tides will come crashing but we still stand tall,
Bitterness now fills me,
My eyes are closed to reality,
I'm sure I've been here once before,
I feel it's me against the world,
(Me against the world)
Will this ever cease to be?
This misery.
I'm sure I've been here once before,
(Been here once before)
I feel it's me against the world,
Will this ever cease to be?
This misery.
I feel it's me against the world
I'll walk you to the edge,
These bloodstained hands will never come clean. They are my scars, they lie deeper than my flesh. They live in my memories, and I shall take them to my death bed. To my death bed. Tear out my eyes to see another day. Tear out my eyes to see beyond the rising sun. And let every tear I shed, be a part of the memory I have of you. With both thumbs I stub out the eyes, the eyes of yesterday. Grasping with both hands I begin to suffocate. And as her skin turned numb, I said good bye. She lays there cold but she is still breathing. I turn away and forget.
I pressed my face across the window. It won't get any easier. I drown in my consideration. I am changing from within this corpse. Reality has been taken from me, seems like this happened just gone yesterday. I wave goodbye to a world I once knew I pressed my face against the glass, I embrace the end. I promise this won't get any easier. Now I drown in my consideration. This is mercy across your face. I am changing from within this corpse. Reality has been taken from me, seems like this happened just gone yesterday. I wave goodbye to a world I once knew.
For far too long I have bared this secret, I cannot bare these lies no more. I swear to you my love, your kingdom will fall. Everything you loved will be mine. Everything you fucking love will be mine. Your sacred throne will be mine. You were the crown of disgust. I won't pray for you today. I severed the head of your son, like a cattle to the butcher. Everyone has their price. Everyone has a price to pay. Like an ocean we'll rise again. We set sail.
Ask yourself would it really be worth it?
Is it fear you fear, or is it just the knife?
Are you capable of pulling the trigger,
Have you got it in you to end a life?
It takes a real man to walk away, just walk away, just walk away.
And maybe when you look back on this day,
You can finally call yourself a decent man,
Together we will discover a new tomorrow.
Do you need a little time to think for yourself?
Don't try to disguise this is greater than you and me,
Do you need a little time to think for yourself?
Don't try to disguise this is greater than you and me.
Time to find out what you're all about,
Is it fear you fear or is it just the knife?
Any simple man can pull the trigger,
Any simple man can end a life,
It takes a real man to walk away.
And maybe when you look back on this day,
You can finally call yourself a decent man,
Together we will discover a new tomorrow
Do you need a little time to think for yourself?
Don't try to disguise this is greater than you and me,
Do you need a little time to think for yourself?
Don't try to disguise this is greater than you and me.
DECENT MAN
Are you willing to wake up,
And finally call yourself a decent man?
Are you willing to wake up,
And finally call yourself a...
Do you need a little time to think for yourself?
Don't try to disguise this is greater than you and me,
Do you need a little time to think for yourself?
Don't try to disguise this is greater than you and me.
You've got to ask yourself,
Would it really be worth it?
All hope is lost
Shattered in two,
I lay here a broken soul,
Waiting for this to be over
Will this ever change?
It seems we'll hold onto what we've forgotten,
I will not stand by and watch as innocence bleeds
All hope is lost
There is still hope left,
On this empty road,
It is up to us to fight,
For what we're owed
Even with the pain I still see through,
All the lies that stop the truth,
This kingdom was meant for us all,
Even with the pain I still see through,
All the lies that stop the truth,
This kingdom was meant for us all
There is still hope left,
Along this empty road,
It is up to us to fight,
For what we're owed
I'll hold on to this,
I'll hold on to this
Even with the pain I still see through,
All the lies that stop the truth,
This kingdom was meant for us all
Even with the pain I still see through,
All the lies that stop the truth,
This kingdom was meant for us all,
Even with the pain I still see through,
All the lies that stop the truth,
I guess it's up to me now, to figure this out for myself.
So this is how it feels to be stuck to the walls then wake up,
In the same old dream where there is no air for me to grasp.
Now show me the right path to take,
I guess it's up to me now, to figure this out for myself.
Time to get out of this routine,
Time for me to decide my own life.
I'll carry your words on my back,
And I won't notice the scars they leave behind.
There is a place that we call home,
Heaven is hatred, betrayal.
Someone please hold me in close,
So I can erase deants in my back.
I'll carry your words on my back,
And I won't notice the scars they leave behind.
Get me out of this place, I am no longer afraid of the arrogance.
Your words, just fall...
On deaf ears, I guess we all find out nothing is set in stone now,
Is that what you came to see?
Just watch it fall down in ruins.
And I'll...
I'll carry your words on my back,
I lay in the dusty sands
Of swords and the bloody hands
My fleshy tomb Cradle's me
This tyrant won't rest.
I lay in the dusty sands
Of swords and broken hands
My fleshy tomb Cradle's me
This tyrant.
This tyrant will never rest
This everlasting nightmare
Will never, end!
I will rest,
Tyrant will rest
And as I fold, my dreams fade away
(I have no dreams. I have no lies)
The darkness becomes my only escape
(Nightmare will end. Nightmare will end)
All that I've seen so far,
All the mistakes I've made,
Darkness claims me
I lay in the dusty sands
With the swords and the broken hands
My fleshy tomb will never Die.
This tyrant will never rest
This Devil's laugh's behind me.
Will never, end!
As We Perish!
As we perish, We forget
As We Perish!
And as I fold, my dreams fade away
(I have no dreams. I have no lies)
The darkness becomes my only escape
(Nightmare will end. Nightmare will end)
All that I've seen so far,
All the mistakes I've made,
Darkness claims me.
Tormenting me, 'til there's nothing left
Tormenting me, 'til there's nothing
As We Perish,
We Forget!
I step off the train
I'm walking down your street again
And pass your door
But you don't live there anymore
It's years since you've been there
Now you've disappeared somewhere
Like outer space
You've found some better place
And I miss you-
Like the deserts miss the rain
Could you be dead ?
You always were
Two steps ahead of everyone
We'd walk behind
While you would run
I look up at your house
And I can almost hear you
Shout down to me
Where I always used to be
And I miss you-
Like the deserts miss the rain
Back on the train
I ask
Why did I come again ?
Can I confess
I've been hanging'round
Your old address ?
And the years have proved
To offer nothing
Since you moved
You're long gone
But I can't move on
And I miss you-
Can you see me?
Can you even see me or have I faded into the background once again?
Do you even see me, 'cause every time I see you it seems the distance grows between us.
Can you feel me?
Or has my presence faded into the corners of my mind.
These false impressions that I seem to convey,
Without intention, they've already judged me.
How can we be so sure in the decisions we make,
When all we see is the world through the thoughts of others?
I have always seen you,
Through the decisions you make and the roads you walk down,
I have always felt you and the presence you have made,
Maybe one day you will realise this,
I no longer see the world through the thoughts of others
These false impressions that I seem to convey,
Without intention, they've already judged me.
They've already judged me.
Why can't they trust me?
How can we be so sure in the decisions we make
When all we see is the world through the thoughts of others?
I will not lie again you know what lies ahead, your face is covered in blood and sin your scars show no remorse. Remember what was left, discovered what was left. Oh.. what we left. That was what was left. Like me. You're taking it all away. These words they speak, these lines they break. I pay. Monroe faked it all. You can make your own destiny. As the light becomes what we need, we pay. Showing no evidence of what was left, Relief runs through your veins. You can make your own destiny. As the light becomes what we need. We pay this destined. Monroe faked it all. You faked it all. We pay on this destined day.
EVAColonel Peron?PERONEva Duarte?EVA and PERONI've heard so much about you!
I'm amazed for I'm only an actress (a soldier)
Nothing to shout about (One of the thousands)
Only a girl on the air (Defending the country he loves).EVA
But when you act, the things you do affect us all.PERON
But when you act, you take us away from the squalor of
The real world--Are you here on your own?EVAYes, Oh yes.PERON
So am I--what a fortunate coincidence. Maybe you're my
Reward for my efforts here tonight.EVAIt seems crazy but you must believe
There's nothing calculated, nothing plannedPlease forgive me if I seem naive
I would never want to force your handBut please understandI'd be good for you.
I don't always rush in like thisTwenty seconds after saying hello
Telling strangers I'm too good to missIf I'm wrong I hope you'll tell me so
But you really should knowI'd be good for youI'd be surprisingly good for you.
I won't go on if I'm boring youBut do you understand my point of view
Do you like what you hear, what you see, and would you beGood for me too?
I'm not talking of a hurried nightA frantic tumble then a shy goodbye
Creeping home before it gets too light
That's not the reason that I caught your eyeWhich has to imply
I'd be good for youI'd be surprisingly good for youPERON
Please go on--you enthrall me!I can understand you perfectly
And I like what I hear, what I see, and knowing meI would be good for you tooEVA
I'm not talking of a hurried nightA frantic tumble then a shy goodbye
Creeping home before it gets too light
That's not the reason that I caught your eyeWhich has to imply
You say I want this
I Say I Know
you think I need this
what makes you think so
I may be clueless
but I'm not dumb
my only defence-
completely numb
I'm feeling Outside In
Everything's downside up
Extreme in Excess
against the flow
everything's a mess
after the glow
so what's the difference
here in the now
the rest is nonsense
without a doubt
I'm feeling Outside In
"(By the) Wayside"- Neriah/ Avid- Altered States-Jetspeed Records- 2005
It's just a matter of time
before it all goes away
so tell me everything will be o.k.
You never know what you'll find
beside your feelings today
don't you know- there's got to be a way
By the wayside
Whenever nothing is right
and everything's upside-down
know that something's got to turn around
I'm going out of my mind
just trying to figure it out
oh, won't you tell me what it's all about
By the wayside
How long, how wrong?
It's just a matter of time
before it all goes away
so tell me everything will be o.k.
You never know what you'll find
beside your feelings today
don't you know- there's got to be a way?
"My Evil Twin"- Neriah/ Avid- Altered States- Jetspeed Records- 2005
From one altered ego
to another one's fantasy
and yet how should we know?
I confess that it wasn't me
So if you hear no, speak no, see no good
just don't be misunderstood
and if two wrong's don't make it right
keep this thought in mind-
It wasn't me, it wasn't me, it wasn't me
it was my split personality
It wasn't me
it's just my split personality, split personality
Talk of the devil
which is the lessor of the evil two?
put two and two together
so what's an evil twin supposed to do?
So if you hear no, speak no, see no good
just don't be misunderstood
and if two wrong's don't make a right
keep this thought in mind-
It wasn't me, it wasn't me, or could it be?
must be my split personality
It wasn't me
it's just my split personality, split personality
My evil Twin
I didn't do it, didn't do it, didn't do it
it wasn't me, wasn't me, wasn't me
It wasn't me, it wasn't me, how could it be?
must be my split personality
It wasn't me
"Sunday Blue"- Neriah/ Avid- Altered States- Jetspeed Records- 2005
I know you understand the way I feel, you know it's true
I know you won't look back if you should feel the way I do
When mourning comes, we may have learned a thing or two
Sunday blue
Sunday blue
Sunday blue
When nothing goes as planned, it's so unreal, it's nothing new
how long will it take for this to fade from me and you?
When morning comes the sun won't burn, is that a clue?
Sunday blue
Sunday blue
Sunday blue
I know you won't look back if you should feel the way I do
when mourning comes, the tides will turn- we'll see it through