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1.) Collecting Dom's recent appearances to promote Wolverine:
Dom on Hollywood 411
Asking the question about Evi? Tactless, folks. Tact-effing-less. Also, hooking up is an achievement? Dude from Twitter, you do realize than Evi is a person, right? Not a trophy? No, you probably don't.
Dom on KTLA
Idiot death! LOL Funny he should mention Ben Whishaw, because I've always thought they look somewhat similar. Maybe it's the ears.
Dom's appearance on The Soup
Err, I usually like the show when I catch it, but I felt most of it was not funny, including the stuff with Dom. And who the hell are the "celebrities" they're talking about?? I feel old and out of the loop. Almost happily so.
STILL no video of Dom's appearance on The Bonnie Hunt Show which is a damn shame as he was wonderful.
2.) Loved JDM on Craig last night. He's such a giggle monster. It's funny, my introduction to Jeff was John Winchester: all gruff and butch and imposing. Then you see him behind the scenes, and he's like a 12 year old girl. :)
3.) Thanks to Jeanette Winterson's latest website update, I found out that Carol Ann Duffy is the new poet laureate in the U.K. (Ask me who the U.S. poet laureate is and... well, I'd have to google it.) Although I completely failed at celebrating national poetry month in April, here's my meager attempt to make up for that now by posting two of Duffy's poems.
Foreign
Imagine living in a strange, dark city for twenty years.
There are some dismal dwellings on the east side
and one of them is yours. On the landing, you hear
your foreign accent echo down the stairs. You think
in a language of your own and talk in theirs.
Then you re writing home. The voice in your head
recites the letter in a local dialect; behind that
is the sound of your mother singing to you,
all that time ago, and now you do not know
why your eyes are watering and what's the word for this.
You use the public transport. Work. Sleep. Imagine one night
you saw a name for yourself sprayed in red
against a brick wall. A hate name. Red like blood.
It is snowing on the streets, under the neon lights,
as if this place were coming to bits before your eyes.
And in the delicatessen, from time to time, the coins
in your palm will not translate. Inarticulate,
because this is not home, you point at fruit. Imagine
that one of you says Me not know what these people mean.
It like they only go to bed and dream. Imagine that.
~ Carol Ann Duffy
Away and See
Away and see an ocean suck at a boiled sun
and say to someone things I'd blush even to dream.
Slip off your dress in a high room over the harbour.
Write to me soon.
New fruits sing on the flipside of night in a market
of language, light, a tune from the chapel nearby
stopping you dead, the peach in your palm respiring.
Taste it for me.
Away and see the things that words give a name to, the flight
of syllables, wingspan stretching a noun. Test words
wherever they live; listen and touch, smell, believe.
Spell them with love.
Skedaddle. Somebody chaps at the door at a year's end, hopeful.
Away and see who it is. Let in the new, the vivid,
horror and pity, passion, the stranger holding the future.
Ask him his name.
Nothing's the same as anything else. Away and see
for yourself. Walk. Fly. Take a boat till land reappears,
altered for ever, ringing its bells, alive. Go on. G'on. Gon.
Away and see.
~ Carol Ann Duffy
Dom on Hollywood 411
Asking the question about Evi? Tactless, folks. Tact-effing-less. Also, hooking up is an achievement? Dude from Twitter, you do realize than Evi is a person, right? Not a trophy? No, you probably don't.
Dom on KTLA
Idiot death! LOL Funny he should mention Ben Whishaw, because I've always thought they look somewhat similar. Maybe it's the ears.
Dom's appearance on The Soup
Err, I usually like the show when I catch it, but I felt most of it was not funny, including the stuff with Dom. And who the hell are the "celebrities" they're talking about?? I feel old and out of the loop. Almost happily so.
STILL no video of Dom's appearance on The Bonnie Hunt Show which is a damn shame as he was wonderful.
2.) Loved JDM on Craig last night. He's such a giggle monster. It's funny, my introduction to Jeff was John Winchester: all gruff and butch and imposing. Then you see him behind the scenes, and he's like a 12 year old girl. :)
3.) Thanks to Jeanette Winterson's latest website update, I found out that Carol Ann Duffy is the new poet laureate in the U.K. (Ask me who the U.S. poet laureate is and... well, I'd have to google it.) Although I completely failed at celebrating national poetry month in April, here's my meager attempt to make up for that now by posting two of Duffy's poems.
Foreign
Imagine living in a strange, dark city for twenty years.
There are some dismal dwellings on the east side
and one of them is yours. On the landing, you hear
your foreign accent echo down the stairs. You think
in a language of your own and talk in theirs.
Then you re writing home. The voice in your head
recites the letter in a local dialect; behind that
is the sound of your mother singing to you,
all that time ago, and now you do not know
why your eyes are watering and what's the word for this.
You use the public transport. Work. Sleep. Imagine one night
you saw a name for yourself sprayed in red
against a brick wall. A hate name. Red like blood.
It is snowing on the streets, under the neon lights,
as if this place were coming to bits before your eyes.
And in the delicatessen, from time to time, the coins
in your palm will not translate. Inarticulate,
because this is not home, you point at fruit. Imagine
that one of you says Me not know what these people mean.
It like they only go to bed and dream. Imagine that.
~ Carol Ann Duffy
Away and See
Away and see an ocean suck at a boiled sun
and say to someone things I'd blush even to dream.
Slip off your dress in a high room over the harbour.
Write to me soon.
New fruits sing on the flipside of night in a market
of language, light, a tune from the chapel nearby
stopping you dead, the peach in your palm respiring.
Taste it for me.
Away and see the things that words give a name to, the flight
of syllables, wingspan stretching a noun. Test words
wherever they live; listen and touch, smell, believe.
Spell them with love.
Skedaddle. Somebody chaps at the door at a year's end, hopeful.
Away and see who it is. Let in the new, the vivid,
horror and pity, passion, the stranger holding the future.
Ask him his name.
Nothing's the same as anything else. Away and see
for yourself. Walk. Fly. Take a boat till land reappears,
altered for ever, ringing its bells, alive. Go on. G'on. Gon.
Away and see.
~ Carol Ann Duffy