shake my future push me past my complacency my taken-for-granted my comfort zone shake my future let me source the unimagined be released from the sentence of the inevitable take control, empower myself past the dour predictions of the present and change myself shake my future challenge our ‘first world’ capitalist consumerist criminal zone of perpetual purchasing shake my future past the edges of the known world launch me out into the hinterlands of the intuited imagined beyond the droughts of apathy and quench my thirst for something different shake my future with alternative endings curdle the milk of human kindness beyond the patronizing rattle of charity cans to preserve the poor and assuage my guilt shake my future with a kaleidoscope of tunes play some other melody and bliss me out of ignorance let my mind expand with a question and seeking the answers shake my future shake my future shake my future in a triangle of tangential tirades and beckon me into a sandwich of yes we can and hope
“There are two kinds of sex, classical
and baroque. Classical sex is romantic, profound, serious, emotional, moral,
mysterious, spontaneous, abandoned, focused on a particular person, and
stereotypically feminine. Baroque sex is pop, playful, funny, experimental,
conscious, deliberate, amoral, anonymous, focused on sensation for sensation's
sake, and stereotypically masculine. The classical mentality taken to an extreme
is sentimental and finally puritanical; the baroque mentality taken to an
extreme is pornographic and finally obscene. Ideally, a sexual relation ought
to create a satisfying tension between the two modes or else blend them so well
that the distinction disappears. Lovemaking cannot be totally classical unless
it is also totally baroque, since you cannot abandon all restraints and so
attain a classical intensity. In practice, however, most people are more
inclined to one mode than to the other. A very classical person will be
incompatible with a very baroque person …
The reality of true sado-masochism is not a bit of BDSM fun and games in the bedroom, it is the horrific brutality of violence and rape and the complex psychology of both victim and perpetrator.
Isabelle Huppert gives a searing but subtle performance in "Elle", controlled yet erotic. This is a film about unsatisfied desires and fantasies that actually get played out in the context of smart Parisienne bourgeoisie. Huppert's character is the victim of horrific violent child abuse from her psychotic serial killer father and lives with the consequences. The interplay between her and her attacker is disturbingly ambiguous, subversive and transgressive. She has been there before.
Is this in any way a feminist film? The men are all weak or violent or both. She is a manipulative cool survivor who gets her revenge.
Eurostar had a special offer, £62 return to Paris, how could I resist. I bought shares in the Tunnel in the 80s for the principal, my dream made real. The first time I went through in 1994 I was so moved I cried.
Paris is my second home, I have been going there virtually every year since I was 7, I lived there for a year in 1969, my aunt lived there from the early 50s to her death in 2009. Je suis Parisienne.
On Wednesday 11 November we drove past the Arc de Triomphe after the Remembrance Day ceremony. The Tricolor was suspended in the arch, almost the full length, the biggest flag I have ever seen. Vive la France. We visited the Musee Orsay with its wonderful Impressionist and Post Impressionist paintings. Then we had tea with a friend who lives on a houseboat on the Seine at the foot of the Place de la Concorde, chic. Dinner at the Cafe Flore with Frederic Mitterrand who will help me with one of my book projects.
On Thursday 12 November I met a friend at the Grand Palais for the Pi…