Téléthon le 6 décembre à Chantilly

"Les 100 plus beaux films du monde"

http://www.commeaucinema.com/festival=les-100-plus-beaux-films-de-l-histoire-du-cinema,137318.html

Citizen Kane de Orson Welles
La Nuit Du Chasseur de Charles Laughton
La Règle Du Jeu de Jean Renoir
L'Aurore de Friedrich-wilhelm Murnau
L'Atalante de Jean Vigo
M La Maudit de Fritz Lang
Chantons Sous La Pluie de Stanley Donen et Gene Kelly
Sueurs Froides de Vertigo Alfred Hitchcock
La Prisonnière de du désert John Ford
Les Enfants Du Paradis de Marcel Carné

Les Rapaces de Erich Von Stroheim
Rio Bravo de Howard Hawks
To Be Or Not To Be de Ernst Lubitsch
Voyage à Tokyo de Yasujiro Ozu
Le Mépris de Jean-luc Godard
Nosferatu de Friedrich-wilhelm Murnau
Les Contes De La Lune Vague Après La Pluie de Kenji Mizoguchi
Le Salon De Musique de Satyajit Ray
Le Mécano De La Générale de Buster Keaton
Les Lumières De La Ville de Charles Chaplin

La Maman Et La Putain de Jean Eustache
Johnny Guitar de Nicholas Ray
Freaks, La Monstrueuse Parade de Tod Browning
Le Guépard de Luchino Visconti
Le Dictateur de Charles Chaplin
Pickpocket de Robert Bresson
Hiroshima Mon Amour de Alain Resnais
La Mort Aux Trousses de Alfred Hitchcock
Loulou de G.w. Pabst
Voyage Au Bout De L'Enfer de Michael Cimino

La Comtesse Aux Pieds Nus de Joseph L. Mankiewicz
Les Contrebandiers De Moonfleet de Fritz Lang
Madame De... de Max Ophuls
Le Plaisir de Max Ophuls
Casque D'Or de Jacques Becker
Le Parrain de Francis Ford Coppola
L'Avventura de Michelangelo Antonioni
La Soif Du Mal de Orson Welles
Les Enchaînés de Alfred Hitchcock
Ivan Le Terrible de Sergei Eisenstein

Le Vent de Victor Sjostrom
Le Cuirassé Potemkine de Sergei Eisenstein
Fanny Et Alexandre de Ingmar Bergman
2001, L'Odyssée De L'Espace de Stanley Kubrick
Pierrot Le Fou de Jean-luc Godard
Huit Et Demi de Federico Fellini
La Jetée de Chris Marker
Le Roman D'Un Tricheur de Sacha Guitry
La Foule de King Vidor
Gertrud de Carl Dreyer

Les Sept Samouraïs de Akira Kurosawa
Comme Un Torrent de Vincente Minnelli
Amarcord de Federico Fellini
Certains L'Aiment Chaud de Billy Wilder
Laura de Otto Preminger
La Belle Et La Bête de Jean Cocteau
King-kong de M.C Cooper et Ernest B. Schoedsack
Les Gens De Dublin de John Huston
La Dolce Vita de Federico Fellini
Les Quatre Cents Coups de François Truffaut

Monsieur Verdoux de Charles Chaplin
La Vie Est Belle de Frank Capra
Haute Pègre de Ernst Lubitsch
La Passion De Jeanne D'Arc de Carl Dreyer
Van Gogh de Maurice Pialat
Barry Lyndon de Stanley Kubrick
Apocalypse Now de Francis Ford Coppola
Playtime de Jacques Tati
A Bout De Souffle de Jean-luc Godard
Senso de Luchino Visconti

Rome Ville Ouverte de Roberto Rossellini
La Grande Illusion de Jean Renoir
Une Partie De Campagne de Jean Renoir
Les Temps Modernes de Charles Chaplin
Intolerance de D. W. Griffith
Parle Avec Elle de Pedro Almodovar
La Party de Blake Edwards
Andrei Roubley de Andrei Tarkowski
Elle Et Lui de Leo Mccarey
Une étoile Est Née de George Cukor

L'Intendant Sansho de Kenji Mizoguchi
Tous En Scène de Vincente Minnelli
Les Vacances De Monsieur Hulot de Jacques Tati
Tabou Friedrich-wilhelm Murnau
L'Impératrice Rouge de Josef Von Sternberg
Mulholland Drive de David Lynch
Il était Une Fois En Amérique de Sergio Leone
Manhattan de Woody Allen
Lola de Jacques Demy
America America de Elia Kazan

Ma Nuit Chez Maud de Eric Rohmer
Nuit Et Brouillard de Alain Resnais
En Quatrième Vitesse de Robert Aldrich
El de Luis Bunuel
Le Voleur De Bicyclette de Vittorio De Sica
Lettre D'Une Inconnue de Max Ophuls
Le Jour Se Lève de Marcel Carné
Scarface de Howard Hawks
La Ruée Vers L'Or de Charles Chaplin
Napoléon de Abel Gance

Ma liste :
- "Love streams" de J. Cassavetes
- "The lovers" de T. Hark
- "The Blade" de T. Hark
- "Mauvais sang" de L. Carax
- "La vie est belle" de F. Capra
- "Sonatine" de T. Kitano
- "Barry Lyndon" de S. Kubrick
- "Mon voisin totoro" de H. Miyazaki
- "Le tombeau des lucioles" de I. Takahata

a poem

http://mistymawn.typepad.com/my_weblog/2008/11/a-poem.html

Bon Iver - Skinny Love (live)

Come on skinny love just last the year
Pour a little salt we were never here
My, my, my, my, my, my, my, my
Staring at the sink of blood and crushed veneer

I tell my love to wreck it all
Cut out all the ropes and let me fall
My, my, my, my, my, my, my, my
Right in the moment this order's tall

I told you to be patient
I told you to be fine
I told you to be balanced
I told you to be kind
In the morning I'll be with you
But it will be a different "kind"
I'll be holding all the tickets
And you'll be owning all the fines

Come on skinny love what happened here
Suckle on the hope in lite brassiere
My, my, my, my, my, my, my, my
Sullen load is full; so slow on the split

I told you to be patient
I told you to be fine
I told you to be balanced
I told you to be kind
Now all your love is wasted?
Then who the hell was I?
Now I'm breaking at the britches
And at the end of all your lines

Who will love you?
Who will fight?
Who will fall far behind?

Zao Wou-ki : Exposition des estampes et des livres illustrés

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Sigur Rós - Hjartað Hamast

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Hjartað Hamast
The Heart Pounds
Eins Og Alltaf
As Always
En Nú Úr Takt Við Tímann
But This Time Out Of Rhythm With Time
Týndur Og Gleymdur Heima Hjá Mér
Lost And Forgotten At Home
Alveg Að Springa Í Gegnum Nefið
Going To Explode Through My Nose
Sný Upp Á Sveitta Sængina
Turn Myself To The Sweaty Covers
Stari Á Ryðið Sem Vex Á Mér
Stare At The Rust Growing On Me
Étur Sig Inní Skelina
It Eats Into The Shell
Stend Upp Mig Svimar
I Stand Up, I'm Dizzy
Það Molnar Af Mér
I'm Crumbling Away
Ég Fer Um Á Fótum
Walking Around
Geng Fram Hjá Mér
Walking Past Myself
Klæði Mig Nakinn
Clothe Myself Naked
Og Fer Svo Úr
And Then Strip
Vakinn En Sofinn
Woken Up But Put To Sleep
Sef Ekki Dúr
Can't Sleep A Wink

Chorus:
Tala Upphátt Og Ferðast Inni Í Mér Leita
I Speak Aloud And Travel Inside Myself Searching
Ég Leita Af Lífi Um Stund
I Search For Life For A While
Ég Stóð Í Stað
I Stood In Place
Með Von Að Vin Ég Vinn Upp Smá Tíma
With Hope As My Friend I Make Up Some Time
Leita Að Ágætis Byrjun
I Look For A Good Beginning
En Verð Að Vonbrigðum
But It Becomes A Disappointment


Hjartað Stoppar
The Heart Stops
Hreyfist Ekki
Doesn't Move
Kem Gangráð Fyrir (Sem Ég Kingi Og Fel)
I Insert A Pacemaker (Which I Swallow And Hide)
Finn Startkapal (Og Kveiki Í Mér)
I Find A Jumper Cable (And Turn Myself On)
Sé Allt Tvöfalt (Tvöfalt Svart)
See Everything Double (Double Black)
Kerfisbilun (Heilinn Neitar)
System Failure (The Brain Refuses)
Held Áfram Að Leita
I Continue My Search
Óstjórnandi (Upplýsingar)
Uncontrollable (Information)
Þarf Aftur Að Mata (Mata Mig)
I Have To Feed (Feed Myself)


Chorus:
Tala Upphátt Og Ferðast Inni Í Mér Leita
I Speak Aloud And Travel Inside Myself Searching
Ég Leita Af Lífi Um Stund
I Search For Life For A While
Ég Stóð Í Stað
I Stood In Place
Með Von Að Vin Ég Vinn Upp Smá Tíma
With Hope As My Friend I Make Up Some Time
Leita Að Ágætis Byrjun
I Look For A Good Beginning
En Verð Að Vonbrigðum
But It Becomes A Disappointment

The Real Tuesday Weld - It's A Wonderful Li(f)e

When you're drunk and your money's spent,
I'll drive you home and I'll pay your rent,
and you say you're beautiful when you're not beautiful.

And when you're sick you know I'll change your sheets,
I'll bring you drugs, sing you to sleep,
pray for miracles when you don't believe in miracles.

And all we ever need to do is to see the world the way dreamers do.
And I'd say "Never say die,"
And you'd say "It's a wonderful life"

When you grow up,
I hope you find your way,
'Cos everyone seems lost these days
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I'll try to help, though I'm adrift myself.
But if I can't save you when the darkness comes,
Or prove love greater than the glum.
I'll try to pretend right up to the end.

Though all we ever need to do is to see the world the way dreamers do.
And I'd say "Never say die,"
And you'd say "It's a wonderful life."
But you know, that's a wonderful lie.

I wrote this song long before the war,
With no idea who it was for.
But now it's done.
I'm sure theres someone it was meant for.

Christian Bobin, Ressusciter

"La pluie écrit comme un enfant couché sur sa page, en lignes obliques et lentes, appliquées."