objetodelasituación: Aparato Social (nº 10)

domingo, 22 de enero de 2012

Aparato Social (nº 10)

Con Bob y Alvin en el auto, tratando de estacionarlo mal -en doble fila a unos 15 cm aproximadamente del semáforo- para sacar plata rápido del cajero y:

"Bob: - Uy...¿ese será un zorro? - dice refiriéndose a un tipo al lado del semáforo, uniformado con gorro y un logo en la camisa que desconocíamos-.
yo: - ¿Qué es un zorro?
Bob: - ¿No sabés que es un zorro?
yo: - ...mmm...¿un bichito con una oritas así y una colita...?"

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Sublime

Benjamin: -Oh my god.
Mrs Robinson: -Pardon?
Benjamin: -Oh no, Mrs. Robinson. Oh no.
Mrs Robindon: -What's wrong?
Benjamin: -Mrs. Robinson, you didn't... I mean, you didn't expect...
Mrs Robinson: -What?
Benjamin: -I mean, you didn't really think I'd do something like *that*.
Mrs Robinson: -Like what?
Benjamin: -What do you think?
Mrs Robinson: -Well, I don't know.
Benjamin: -For god's sake, Mrs. Robinson. Here we are. You got me into your house. You give me a drink. You... put on music. Now you start opening up your personal life to me and tell me your husband won't be home for hours.
Mrs Robinson: -So?
Benjamin: -Mrs. Robinson, you're trying to seduce me.
Mrs Robinson. -[laughs]
Benjamin: -Aren't you?
Mrs Robinson: -Benjamin, I am *not* trying to seduce you. Benjamin: -I know that, but *please*, Mrs. Robinson, this is difficult...
Mrs Robinson: -Would you like me to seduce you?
Benjamin: -What?
Mrs Robinson: -Is that what you're trying to tell me?
Benjamin: -I'm going home now. I apologize for what I said. I hope you can forget it, but I'm going home right now.
Benjamin: -Mrs. Robinson, if you don't mind my saying so, this conversation is getting a little strange.
(The Graduate)

Sad

Tyler: -Stop it. This is your pain -- your burning hand. It's right here. Look at it.
Jack: -I was going to my cave to find my power animal.
Tyler: -Don't deal with this the way those dead people do. Deal with it the way a living person does.
Jack: -I... I think I understand. I think i get it...
Tyler: -No, what you're feeling is premature enlightenment.
Tyler: -This is the greatest moment of your life and you're off somewhere, missing it.
Jack: -No, I'm not...
Tyler: -Shut up. Our fathers were our models for God. And, if our fathers bailed, what does that tell us about God?
Jack: -I don't know...
Tyler: -Listen to me. You have to consider the possibility that God doesn't like you, he never wanted you. In all probability, he hates you. This is not the worst thing that can happen...
Jack: -It isn't... ?
Tyler: -We don't need him...
Jack: -We don't... ?

(Fight Club -Tyler Durden)

Uno de los mejores Lucifer del cine; con el de Leyenda y Constantine que yo haya visto.

Milton: -Who are you carrying all those bricks for? God? Is that it? God? I tell you, let me give you a little inside information about God: God likes to watch, he’s a prankster... Think about it. He gives man instincts, he gives you this extraordinary gift and then... What does he do? I swear, for his own amusement, his own private cosmic gag reel, he sets the rules in opposition! It’s the goof of all time! Look... but don’t touch. Touch... but don’t taste. Taste... but don’t swallow. And while you’re jumping from one foot to the next...What is he doing? He’s laughing his sick fucking ass off! He’s a tightass! He´s a sadist!He’s a absentee landlord! Worship that? Never!
Lomax: -Better to reign in hell than to serve in heaven. Is that it?
Milton: -Why not? I'm here on the ground with my nose in it since the whole thing began. I've nurtured every sensation man has been inspired to have. I cared about what he wanted, and I never judged him. Why? Because I never rejected him inspite of all his imperfections...I'm a humanist. Maybe the last humanist. Who, in their right mind, Kevin, could possibly deny the 20th century was entirely mine? All of it, Kevin. All of it. Mine. I'm peaking, Kevin. It's my time now.
(The Devil´s Advocate)

Poema nº 15 (Pablo Neruda)

Me gustas cuando callas porque estás como ausente,
y me oyes desde lejos, y mi voz no te toca.
Parece que los ojos se te hubieran volado
y parece que un beso te cerrara la boca.

Como todas las cosas están llenas de mi alma
emerges de las cosas, llena del alma mía.
Mariposa de sueño, te pareces a mi alma,
y te pareces a la palabra melancolía.

Me gustas cuando callas y estás como distante.
Y estás como quejándote, mariposa en arrullo.
Y me oyes desde lejos, y mi voz no te alcanza:
déjame que me calle con el silencio tuyo.

Déjame que te hable también con tu silencio
claro como una lámpara, simple como un anillo.
Eres como la noche, callada y constelada.
Tu silencio es de estrella, tan lejano y sencillo.

Me gustas cuando callas porque estás como ausente.
Distante y dolorosa como si hubieras muerto.
Una palabra entonces, una sonrisa bastan.
Y estoy alegre, alegre de que no sea cierto.

[Realmente la poesía no me gusta. salvo por la excepción de este poema y algunos de Almafuerte].

Genialidades:

Bill: "-As you know, l’m quite keen on comic books. Especially the ones about superheroes. I find the whole mythology surrounding superheroes fascinating. Take my favorite superhero, Superman. Not a great comic book. Not particularly well-drawn. But the mythology… The mythology is not only great, it’s unique. Now, a staple of the superhero mythology is, there’s the superhero and there’s the alter ego. Batman is actually Bruce Wayne, Spider-Man is actually Peter Parker. When that character wakes up in the morning, he’s Peter Parker. He has to put on a costume to become Spider-Man. And it is in that characteristic Superman stands alone. Superman didn’t become Superman. Superman was born Superman. When Superman wakes up in the morning, he’s Superman. His alter ego is Clark Kent. His outfit with the big red “S”, that’s the blanket he was wrapped in as a baby when the Kents found him. Those are his clothes. What Kent wears - the glasses, the business suit - that’s the costume. That’s the costume Superman wears to blend in with us. Clark Kent is how Superman views us. And what are the characteristics of Clark Kent. He’s weak… he’s unsure of himself… he’s a coward. Clark Kent is Superman’s critique on the whole human race. Sorta like Beatrix Kiddo and Mrs. Tommy Plimpton."(Kill Bill vol. 2)

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Aparato Social (nº 10)

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Uno de los mejores Lucifer del cine; con el de Leyenda y Constantine que yo haya visto.

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