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reverendfranz

About Me

Dice Adiós


En el Polvo, y en la ceniza
Bill Hicks -- Its Just a Ride
If you ever want to know anything about me, run your fingers through my soul. For once, just once, feel exactly what I feel, believe what i believe, perceive as i perceive, look, experience, examine, and for once; just once, understand me. Too bad ill never let you that close to me. Its not that no one can ever hold someone forever, its that no one wants to let it happen, even when its all they really want.

And now im gone


Reverend Franz was a representative of non-metropolitan French literature. His origin in Algeria and his experiences there in the thirties were dominating influences in his thought and work. Of semi-proletarian parents, early attached to intellectual circles of strongly revolutionary tendencies, with a deep interest in philosophy (only chance prevented him from pursuing a university career in that field), he came to France at the age of twenty-five. The man and the times met: Franz joined the resistance movement during the occupation and after the liberation was a columnist for the newspaper Combat. But his journalistic activities had been chiefly a response to the demands of the time; in 1947 Franz retired from political journalism and, besides writing his fiction and essays, was very active in the theatre as producer and playwright (e.g., Caligula, 1944). He also adapted plays by Calderon, Lope de Vega, Dino Buzzati, and Faulkner's Requiem for a Nun. His love for the theatre may be traced back to his membership in L'Equipe, an Algerian theatre group, whose "collective creation" Révolte dans les Asturies (1934) was banned for political reasons.
The essay Le Mythe de Sisyphe (The Myth of Sisyphus), 1942, expounds Franz's notion of the absurd and of its acceptance with "the total absence of hope, which has nothing to do with despair, a continual refusal, which must not be confused with renouncement - and a conscious dissatisfaction". Meursault, central character of L'Étranger (The Stranger), 1942, illustrates much of this essay: man as the nauseated victim of the absurd orthodoxy of habit, later - when the young killer faces execution - tempted by despair, hope, and salvation. Dr. Rieux of La Peste (The Plague), 1947, who tirelessly attends the plague-stricken citizens of Oran, enacts the revolt against a world of the absurd and of injustice, and confirms Franz's words: "We refuse to despair of mankind. Without having the unreasonable ambition to save men, we still want to serve them". Other well-known works of Franz are La Chute (The Fall), 1956, and L'Exile et le royaume (Exile and the Kingdom), 1957. His austere search for moral order found its aesthetic correlative in the classicism of his art. He was a stylist of great purity and intense concentration and rationality.
Reverend Franz died on January 4, 1960, in an automobile accident.

My Interests

Drasticly undermining the global power structure and taking pictures of rockstars and their associated vixens.well, that and eating.

I'd like to meet:

You, if you are interested.
I have 00 friends. I'm ok with that...

Who are you?

Its Just a People Gallery, a zoo for the used.

Music:

please
Oingo Boingo Tom Waits Leonard Cohen Johnny Cash Pink Floyd The Cure David Bowie Billy Holiday Ralph Stanley Robert Johnson The Bravery Coldplay Miles Davis The Beatles Bon Jovi Menomena Straylight Run Eindsturzende Nuebauten Rammstien Nusrat Fateh Ali Khan John Lennon Geezer Butler Napoleon XIV Type O Negative Alphaville Billly Idol Michael Jackson Skinny Puppy Skold R.E.M. The Who The Police Susan Vega Andrea Bocelli Chuck Berry Pulp Queen Ramones Emir Kustirica and the No Smoking Orchestra A Perfect Circle

Yeah, that should about cover my playlists for the last week, plus a bunch of film soundtracks, some clasical, Im absolutely in love with Bela Bartok's concerto for solo violin at the moment, followed by the violin music from the twilight zone episodes.

Movies:

The Great Dictator Limelight Donnie Darko Memento Charade Abre Los Ojos Amore Perros The Nightmare Before Christmas Lost Boys Pi Dog Day Afternoon Lola Rennt Der Krieger und die Kaiserin A Touch of Evil The Trial The Happiness of the Katakuris Audition Visitor Q Canibal: the musical The Rules of Attraction Sex, Lies, and Videotape The Seventh Seal Wild Strawberies Requiem for a Dream Willy Wonka American Beauty Akira Kurosawa's Dreams The Seven Samurai RAN Yojimbo/Per un pugno di dollari/Last Man Standing Devils Advocate Four Rooms Midnight in the Garden of Good and Evil The Manchurian Candidate Braum Stroker's Dracula Blade Runner Dark City Le Fabuleux destin d'Amelie Poulain La Cite de Enfants Perdus and others...

Television:

"Listen up please, i have an announcement to make: Jesus was black, Ronald Reagan is the Devil, and the Government is lying to you about 9/11."

Books:

I read all the right books once, and i dont know if it helped me out at all, not even the self help books. I read books on war, religion, science, the human condition, books that explained why people do what they do and books that explained what they could do, if they tried.
There were a few political books and a few fiction, books, books, lots of books,
A few favorites might include Huey P, Newton's book on revolution, The Cronicles of Narnia by C.S Lewis, The writings of Mark Twain as a whole, The Woman and the Ape as well as Borderliners by Peter Hoeg, Slaughterhouse 5 by Kurt Vonnegut, Bob Dylan's Autoboigraphy, The Collected J.M. Barrie, Frank Baum, The Stand of Steven King fame, Ray Bradbury's last novel most of all, though there are few of his i dont adore, The Golden Bough (not quite all 14 volumes) The Complete Short Stories of O'Henry.

I dont read as much now, mostly art books with lots of pictures, or poetry, but ask me about your favorite book, and maybe i read it anyways,

Heroes:

*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^^*^*^ Abro los ojos. Tiro lo que llevo en cada mano. Su piel duerme la memoria, lame pesadillas, besa percusiones.A veces soy una gran herida.Otras soy una boca que quiere tocarte.
Y sentada en un lugar donde los pájaros no pueden volar en círculos sobre nosotros trato de escribir con una letra diferente algo que olvidé cómo decirte.Mi lengua es un pensamiento rojo que camina entre tus calles donde nada, ni la lluvia, permanece.-- E.A.C.A.~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~' ~'~'~'~'~'~'

My Blog

Graduation

Graduation. Though the road opens up before us, and our memories are left behind, we must go foreward, down these roads of life, and into the sun. I havent a great life to share antidotes from...
Posted by Proof of God. on Fri, 29 Sep 2006 09:35:00 PST

And you can quote me on that.

"Due to dangers inherent to the heart, there is no such thing as safe sex." "I only talk down to you because im better than you. Taller, too." "I learned that friends are what you call the people you ...
Posted by Proof of God. on Fri, 30 Jun 2006 07:03:00 PST

What you say, and what you mean, all the things in-between

Whispering again, across the fog, i let her go with the words,                 "I think, all that you can do is the best you can to...
Posted by Proof of God. on Fri, 14 Apr 2006 02:48:00 PST

If you go, know that you do so.

When you go to meet your god, who's face will he wear? Who do you trust with your eternity, and who would you like to spend it with? Today, Now, is the last day of miserable little bit of existe...
Posted by Proof of God. on Mon, 20 Mar 2006 08:34:00 PST

The Rules.

Rule #1:  There are no hard-and-fast Laws on the internet, only Guidelines, which are more or less strictly enforced (and differ) from page to page. Rule #2: *There* *is* *no* *C*b*l*. There...
Posted by Proof of God. on Mon, 06 Mar 2006 04:31:00 PST

the slips of fordian futures

"It turned out at the time of the inquiry that there were then 7,882 different jobs in the factory. Of these, 949 were classified as heavy work requiring strong, able-bodied, and practically physicall...
Posted by Proof of God. on Wed, 08 Feb 2006 03:42:00 PST

Sonnet for noone, song for some.

You wanna walk with me, you wanna talk with me, you want me to tell you all of the things that i see. Then you gotta walk the walk,         talk the talk,  ...
Posted by Proof of God. on Sat, 21 Jan 2006 05:27:00 PST

Hear my screams and respond in song...

I know what it is that i feel, when i open my eyes and there is a second before i actualy see anything, a second where i wonder if there is anything i even want to see. it wasnt always like that,...
Posted by Proof of God. on Mon, 02 Jan 2006 11:39:00 PST

Intoxicating SMadness en Perpetua

The words, as harmless and kind as they were, ripped into me like ice clad snowhooks. She was drunk, but still, i know she meant it, that she wished that everything was different, that i was part of h...
Posted by Proof of God. on Wed, 16 Nov 2005 08:02:00 PST

I see you.

I see you keep looking at me, or at this page maybe it is, and i feel i should say something. Yeah, i know when its you, and when its some random click. I almost deleted this page, because it doesnt s...
Posted by Proof of God. on Tue, 08 Nov 2005 02:27:00 PST