New here -hello to all
God I thought I was the only one who remembered this movie. I rented it a few weeks ago and was surprised how valid it still was even out of school (out for many many years now). Glad to be here.
There is a Secret World Concealed Within this One.
This just felt like a very HHH rant.
(yanked from somewhere and edited for my own purposes and amusement)
There is a chasm between the lives we lead, and the lives we wish we led.
This world, the so-called “real world,” is just a front. Pull back the curtain and you’ll see the libraries are all filled with runaways writing novels, the highways are humming with escapees and sympathizers, all the receptionists and sensible mothers are straining at the leash for a chance to show how alive they still are. . . and all that talk of being practical and responsible and dependable and all sorts of other words ending in "ible" is just threats and bluffing to keep us from reaching out our hands and placing them around the neck of that heaven in reach before us.
You can taste it in the shock and roar of a first, unexpected kiss, or in the blood in your mouth that instant after an accident when you realize you’re still alive. It blows in the wind you feel on the rooftops of a really reckless night of adventure. You hear it in the magic of your favorite songs, how they lift and transport you in ways that no science or psychology or magic could ever account for. It might be you’ve seen evidence of it scratched into bathroom walls in a code without a key, or you’ve been able to make out a pale reflection of it in the prechewed and tasteless plots of movies they make to keep us entertained. It’s in between the words when we speak of our desires and aspirations, still lurking somewhere beneath the limitations of being “practical” and “realistic.”
When radicals stay up until sunrise, wracking their brains for the perfect sequence of words or deeds to fill hearts (or cities) with fire, they’re trying to find a hidden entrance to it. When children escape out the window to go wandering late at night, or freedom fighters search for a weakness in government fortifications, they’re trying to sneak into it—for they know better than us where those doors are hidden. It's in sadness that we as adults lose those forgotten ways. When teenagers vandalize a billboard to provoke all-night chases with the police, or anarchists interrupt an orderly demonstration to smash the windows of a corporate chain store, they’re trying to storm its gates.
There are those who live in those places that we can only visit. Poets and artists and madmen who venture out to the edge and beyond. The art that speaks to us of love and wonders undiscovered is their message back to us. Sometimes they come back. More often they are lost there forever, and can only provide us hints and clues of how to find them if we only dare to try.
When you’re making love and you discover a new sensation or region of your lover’s body, and the two of you feel like explorers discovering a new part of the world on a par with a desert oasis or the coast of an unknown continent, as if you are the first ones to reach the north pole or the moon, you are charting its frontiers.
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(yanked from somewhere and edited for my own purposes and amusement)
There is a chasm between the lives we lead, and the lives we wish we led.
This world, the so-called “real world,” is just a front. Pull back the curtain and you’ll see the libraries are all filled with runaways writing novels, the highways are humming with escapees and sympathizers, all the receptionists and sensible mothers are straining at the leash for a chance to show how alive they still are. . . and all that talk of being practical and responsible and dependable and all sorts of other words ending in "ible" is just threats and bluffing to keep us from reaching out our hands and placing them around the neck of that heaven in reach before us.
You can taste it in the shock and roar of a first, unexpected kiss, or in the blood in your mouth that instant after an accident when you realize you’re still alive. It blows in the wind you feel on the rooftops of a really reckless night of adventure. You hear it in the magic of your favorite songs, how they lift and transport you in ways that no science or psychology or magic could ever account for. It might be you’ve seen evidence of it scratched into bathroom walls in a code without a key, or you’ve been able to make out a pale reflection of it in the prechewed and tasteless plots of movies they make to keep us entertained. It’s in between the words when we speak of our desires and aspirations, still lurking somewhere beneath the limitations of being “practical” and “realistic.”
When radicals stay up until sunrise, wracking their brains for the perfect sequence of words or deeds to fill hearts (or cities) with fire, they’re trying to find a hidden entrance to it. When children escape out the window to go wandering late at night, or freedom fighters search for a weakness in government fortifications, they’re trying to sneak into it—for they know better than us where those doors are hidden. It's in sadness that we as adults lose those forgotten ways. When teenagers vandalize a billboard to provoke all-night chases with the police, or anarchists interrupt an orderly demonstration to smash the windows of a corporate chain store, they’re trying to storm its gates.
There are those who live in those places that we can only visit. Poets and artists and madmen who venture out to the edge and beyond. The art that speaks to us of love and wonders undiscovered is their message back to us. Sometimes they come back. More often they are lost there forever, and can only provide us hints and clues of how to find them if we only dare to try.
When you’re making love and you discover a new sensation or region of your lover’s body, and the two of you feel like explorers discovering a new part of the world on a par with a desert oasis or the coast of an unknown continent, as if you are the first ones to reach the north pole or the moon, you are charting its frontiers.
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hi i just joind this and i love this movie so much and christian slater i have seen every movie he ever made and have loved all of them. Well TALK HARD o and now that school is back do yoyr your homework in the dark!
The Fury of New Orleans
A friend of mine wrote this, and I simply had to share. I really dont know what "belongs" on this community, it seems to be a hodge podge, so I can delete it again upon request. This man is my very own Happy Harry Hard-on, a mixture of blinding intellect and, though it doesnt show here, the sexually perverse, and I thought people here might enjoy this.
We Have To Burn All The Flags
From: Thrasymachus
Date: Sep 3 2005 4:50AM
reposted with permission
I don't even know where to begin this post. I've been setting my fingers to the keyboard all day, and every time I start writing I become so incredibly angry that I want to smash my computer, to smash everything. To scream at the sunrise, and burn an American flag.
I'd burn all the American flags. Every single one of them, everywhere in the world. I'd even go and scrub off the American flag that the Iranian government has painted in the middle of some street. All the flags, all the patches, all the lapel pins. I'd destroy them. Every last one of them. I'd burn, melt, smash, tear, and utterly obliterate them all.
And why? Because today I saw George W. Bush standing in front of an American flag and congratulate himself for the fine job being done for the people of New Orleans, and because today I saw official after official stand at the White House podium, with two American Flags crossed proudly behind them, bearing witness as they lied and lied and lied and put political spin on this debacle, spinning while their countrymen died like dogs as a direct result of their own criminal incompetence and indifference to human life.
And these were his remarks:
"The good news is -- and it's hard for some to see it now -- that out of this chaos is going to come a fantastic Gulf Coast, like it was before. Out of the rubbles of Trent Lott's house -- he's lost his entire house -- there's going to be a fantastic house. And I'm looking forward to sitting on the porch. (Laughter.)"
While Bush was out there comforting Trent Lott and any other unfortunate racist millionaires who had tragically lost the porches of their vacation homes, a vast crowd of African Americans, trapped in New Orleans, was left to slowly die of starvation and disease. And the flag behind him had to listen to him talk.
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We Have To Burn All The Flags
From: Thrasymachus
Date: Sep 3 2005 4:50AM
reposted with permission
I don't even know where to begin this post. I've been setting my fingers to the keyboard all day, and every time I start writing I become so incredibly angry that I want to smash my computer, to smash everything. To scream at the sunrise, and burn an American flag.
I'd burn all the American flags. Every single one of them, everywhere in the world. I'd even go and scrub off the American flag that the Iranian government has painted in the middle of some street. All the flags, all the patches, all the lapel pins. I'd destroy them. Every last one of them. I'd burn, melt, smash, tear, and utterly obliterate them all.
And why? Because today I saw George W. Bush standing in front of an American flag and congratulate himself for the fine job being done for the people of New Orleans, and because today I saw official after official stand at the White House podium, with two American Flags crossed proudly behind them, bearing witness as they lied and lied and lied and put political spin on this debacle, spinning while their countrymen died like dogs as a direct result of their own criminal incompetence and indifference to human life.
And these were his remarks:
"The good news is -- and it's hard for some to see it now -- that out of this chaos is going to come a fantastic Gulf Coast, like it was before. Out of the rubbles of Trent Lott's house -- he's lost his entire house -- there's going to be a fantastic house. And I'm looking forward to sitting on the porch. (Laughter.)"
While Bush was out there comforting Trent Lott and any other unfortunate racist millionaires who had tragically lost the porches of their vacation homes, a vast crowd of African Americans, trapped in New Orleans, was left to slowly die of starvation and disease. And the flag behind him had to listen to him talk.
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I just recently read that there were some pro-rape communities on livejournal and that the livejournal abuse team is allowing these to stay posted.
as a rape survivor myself, but a supporter of free speech and fan of much music that speaks of similar things (although i often skip over the songs that are detailed)... i am not sure what i think.
so i thought i would poll the talk hard community to see what you all think.
please be honest and if your response is not listed, post a reply.
thank you.
as a rape survivor myself, but a supporter of free speech and fan of much music that speaks of similar things (although i often skip over the songs that are detailed)... i am not sure what i think.
so i thought i would poll the talk hard community to see what you all think.
please be honest and if your response is not listed, post a reply.
thank you.
Should a pro-rape community be allowed on Livejournal?
yes, i believe in free speech, no acceptions, even if i don't agree with it on a personal level
2(8.7%)
no. there is a difference between free speech and crime
13(56.5%)
it depends on if they give details or pictures... in which case no, but to say they are pro rape is just free speech
3(13.0%)
i don't agree with it, and would never be part of such a thing, but it should be allowed
5(21.7%)
yes it should be allowed, and there is nothing wrong with it
0(0.0%)
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turn it up...
who is as bored as I am???
it's 1:46 am here, and I was just thinking to myself "damn watching pump up the volume sounds good right about now"
but then the I relized ( after searching my house top to bottom for the movie )
that I have recently lended out the movie to a friend of mine..isn't that a bitch now??? this sucks... Im goin to my friends house tomarow after work and get my movie back!! haha...
I know what you all are thinking , "why did she post that??"
Im thinking that too, I have gone nuts after relizeing i dont have the movie in sight...
it's 1:46 am here, and I was just thinking to myself "damn watching pump up the volume sounds good right about now"
but then the I relized ( after searching my house top to bottom for the movie )
that I have recently lended out the movie to a friend of mine..isn't that a bitch now??? this sucks... Im goin to my friends house tomarow after work and get my movie back!! haha...
I know what you all are thinking , "why did she post that??"
Im thinking that too, I have gone nuts after relizeing i dont have the movie in sight...
Just watched "Pump up the Volume" again-fucking brilliant!
As the title suggests, I am in the middle of "Pump..." again-its one of the finest movies I have ever seen, and I find it amusing, touching, and deep. I can't say enough good things about this film. Great script, great acting, great delivery.
It makes me want to find out all about Internet radio, and start listening in, then start broadcasting. Is it hard to do?
Jesus, its a great film. I find it inspirational. Basically, it's a flawless film. It is my favorite DVD, and i have over 200 to choose from!
++++++++++++++++++++Peace, everyone++++++++++++++++++++
It makes me want to find out all about Internet radio, and start listening in, then start broadcasting. Is it hard to do?
Jesus, its a great film. I find it inspirational. Basically, it's a flawless film. It is my favorite DVD, and i have over 200 to choose from!
++++++++++++++++++++Peace, everyone++++++++++++++++++++
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I was watching, as a man talked to a child. She had burst her ballon, and wanted him to fix it. He told her, "Once it's broken, it can't be fixed." I wondered how true that statement was. I pondered over what other domains it held validity over. My heart. My life. And I just sat, and thought about this, for hours.
Have I burst my ballon with razor sharp mistakes? Can there be no salvation?
Hmmm.
Have I burst my ballon with razor sharp mistakes? Can there be no salvation?
Hmmm.
Approval?
(I decided to post this. I dont' really know why. I can delete it if requested)
She wasn't like me. She wanted a good life, and I can't blame her for that. I rock my head to the music in my car, smoking a hot "cancer stick", as she called them. I knew she didn't believe in the things she preached. She wanted me to take the easy road, like her, compromise for them. Make it okay to live in a muted world with people who don't know what real is. Her photos showed the progression. They were once real. They showed what she was, inside, deep, dark and tender. But she found what sold, and stumbled along in there, showing off her pretty pretty things, while she rotted inside. And now I drive, on the last tank I can afford, off into the sunset, off into uncertianty and chaos. Turmoil and resistance. This is the life I live. Because I will not give in.
She wasn't like me. She wanted a good life, and I can't blame her for that. I rock my head to the music in my car, smoking a hot "cancer stick", as she called them. I knew she didn't believe in the things she preached. She wanted me to take the easy road, like her, compromise for them. Make it okay to live in a muted world with people who don't know what real is. Her photos showed the progression. They were once real. They showed what she was, inside, deep, dark and tender. But she found what sold, and stumbled along in there, showing off her pretty pretty things, while she rotted inside. And now I drive, on the last tank I can afford, off into the sunset, off into uncertianty and chaos. Turmoil and resistance. This is the life I live. Because I will not give in.
Talk hard motherfuckers.
I just watched the movie again. Realized just how punk it is, and how soft I've gotten. I'm so fuckin' emo right now, I hate it. So, in an effort to get back in touch with my true punk roots, I've joined this community. Let's screw some stuff up kids, and never give the hell up.
This is David, going out from Baltimore, MD. And my show is Heartsick Rage.
See you on the air.
P.S. Movie suggestion: No Vacancy. Not nearly as deep, but very funny.
This is David, going out from Baltimore, MD. And my show is Heartsick Rage.
See you on the air.
P.S. Movie suggestion: No Vacancy. Not nearly as deep, but very funny.