double life

Deon 2022-03-24 09:03:41

Where there is soil and where there is water, grass grows.

---Whitman's "Leaves of Grass"

The sad thing about people is that they can't be themselves completely, but this is also the great thing about people, because people who only care about themselves are selfish. This is the impression I got from the blade of grass. There are two twin brothers with different personalities in this movie. One is trying to get rid of the constraints of his previous life and hopes to get rid of the unbearable family. Bill, the past made him feel dirty, he passed The discussion of ancient philosophy feels that they need to keep a rule. Even if it is to live like a Puritan, but as Jane said, everything must be answered, what is the meaning of life? And his younger brother Brady is like a person who does whatever he wants. He doesn't care about the opinions of outsiders. His life seems unruly but has its own flavor. The last incident broke out. The two brothers met after N years, and Bill got Muxue's self-return, and the younger brother announced that no one in this world can be completely his own sorrow.

The new movie I watched recently was also my favorite Edward Norton. A deep blade of grass.

Like the funeral after Brady's death, Bill sat silently in the car, and finally the song started, like Brady's farewell to his life, and the unique country tune of the West

So tell my baby I said so long,

Tell my mother I did no wrong,

Tell my brother to watch his own,

Tell my friends to mourn me none

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  • Timothy 2022-03-19 09:01:10

    The reversed Jewish symbols are so funny~~ Hahaha Edward Norton is a big genius~ Every time he says the word "fucking" he is so sexy and handsome! !

  • Jaylen 2022-03-27 09:01:21

    Passion is essentially and mercilessly human - Plato emotion is an inherent weakness of human beings

Leaves of Grass quotes

  • Janet: You still leaving tomorrow.

    Bill Kincaid: I think so.

    Janet: I'll miss you.

    Bill Kincaid: And we barely know each other.

    Janet: "You have not known what you are. You have slumbered upon yourself all your life. Your eyelids have been the same as closed most of the time. What you have done returns already in mockeries. The mockeries are not you. Underneath them, and within them, I see you lurk."

    Bill Kincaid: [absorbing what she'd just quoted] Who was that?

    Janet: Walt Whitman.

    Bill Kincaid: I don't think I ever imagined hearing him recited to me by a girl gutting a 40 pound catfish.

    Janet: That's exactly how he should be recited. He wrote without rhyme or meter. Free verse. Just whatever he felt inside coming out in one intricate rhythm. Pure unashamed passion, without definable restriction.

    Bill Kincaid: I'm sorry, see, I have a few issues with that.

    Janet: Why?

    Bill Kincaid: Because some have dared to suggest that even poetry has rules.

    Janet: Or you make your own.

    Bill Kincaid: Right there, that's the part I never bought into.

    Janet: Because?

    Bill Kincaid: If everybody runs around making their own rules, how can you ever find what's true? There's nothing... there's nothing to rely on.

    Janet: "One night, I split my cicada skin, devoured your leaves, knowing no poison, no law of nourishment in that larval blindness, a hunger finally true."

    Bill Kincaid: Who's that?

    Janet: That's me.

  • Brady Kincaid: I ain't gonna manufacture or purvey anything that I ain't gonna ingest into my own sweet self.