Here’s a monologue from ‘Black Swan’, in which Natalie Portman’s brain explodes like a thousand angry goslings. Note the fragmented syntactical stumps, which betokeneth the onset of insanity:
Natalie Portman, goose-stepping in Black Swan
Get your beaky bits off my pumps
And give me three pliets STAT
Scrap that
Battu, Bras. Bras bas.
Just stick your arm out like a beak
You clumsy meff.
Adagio.
Fiddly-dee. Dieu!
Puff it out. The swan is proud now.
Why are your knees bent
Like a be-ricketed Crazy Legs Crane.
Sur Les Demi-Pointes you terrible arse.
Ronde de jambe.
Ronde de JAMBE!
Oh for God’s sake just get me a ham and mustard.
And a can of Lilt please too.
It’s my birthday.
Tags: ballet, Black Swan, Lilt, Natalie Portman, Pliet
February 16, 2011 at 8:41 pm |
I like the bit about the part about the bit where the bird pals up with a professional assassin to get revenge for the murder of her family and when she then gives birth to Luke Skywalker after the plank of wood she’s be fucking somehow turns into Darth Vader. Now there’s a Black Swan!
February 16, 2011 at 9:43 pm |
Oh yeah, I mean when Luke lays that dirty egg then the bird, aged now and long in the tooth in her toothless beak so to speak, says ‘You’re a bum’. I mean. Really. I mean it.
February 21, 2011 at 8:48 pm |
Here’s a poem about a dirty egg.
A woman, proud and ragged
Drank a load of hooch
She met a man and staggered
To bed
To do
What peeps do.
Dirty.
Festering inside
her woolly pride, her womby insides
It lay
Then she lay
A dirty egg
Which hatched:
It was me
It’s called ‘Mother’
February 22, 2011 at 12:14 pm |
Beautiful and revelatory
February 23, 2011 at 1:25 pm |
Like that strip show I did for your birthday last year?
February 23, 2011 at 4:56 pm |
No, I believe my exact words, or rather word, on that occasion was ‘deflatory’. Even so, are we still on for this year?
February 25, 2011 at 2:33 pm |
Not sure I’ve the stomach for it this year. Besides, the doctor cancelled my prescription for my pills and now I have to get them from a less than reputable internet source. I’m not sure they can keep me up for sufficient time.
February 25, 2011 at 10:26 pm |
Oh Gord. Another birthday ruined by a bad “balloon animal”.