Aurora
Carmen Argenziano, Eileen Grubba, Julian Schaffner, Jeannine Wacker, Pavlo Bubryak
by Robert Kouba from Aurora (2015)
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Singularity
Julian Schaffner, John Cusack, Carmen Argenziano, Eileen Grubba, Jeannine Wacker, Paul American, Pavlo Bubryak, David Chrisman
from Singularity (2017)
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Carmen
Last night she ran away
Left a letter by the telephone
She didnt take the time to say goodbye
He knows he has to find her
Find a way to make her come back home
She stretched her wings and learned to fly
Carmen
Carmen, dont you care for me
Carmen
Carmen, dont you care
Carmen, dont you care for me
He calls but theres no answer
Operator, ring it one more time
He thinks of her and shuts his eyes
She wears the ring he gave her
Something magic, and it once was mine
Will she be thinking of him tonight?
Carmen
Carmen, dont you care for me
Carmen
Carmen, dont you care
Carmen, dont you care for me
He has to find her
I really miss that girl
He steals into the night
Hell go mad without her
Im so mad about her
Carmen
Carmen, dont you care for me
Carmen
Carmen, dont you care
Carmen, dont you care for me
song performed by by Toto
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The Dream I Still Remember
I went to a flower shop
to buy
A red rose for Eileen.
The seller looked at me
And at the red rose, and
Said:
“I think this rose is for Eileen”
And in a second,
He vanished from his shop.
I saw him then
On the other side of the street
Standing on his knees
With the red rose
In his hand
Asking Eileen for same something
I have been preparing myself to say
For five years.
poem by Atef Ayadi
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Lisette and Eileen
“When he was here alive, Eileen,
There was a word you might have said;
So never mind what I have been,
Or anything,—for you are dead.
“And after this when I am there
Where he is, you’ll be dying still.
Your eyes are dead, and your black hair,—
The rest of you be what it will.
“’Twas all to save him? Never mind,
Eileen. You saved him. You are strong.
I’d hardly wonder if your kind
Paid everything, for you live long.
“You last, I mean. That’s what I mean.
I mean you last as long as lies.
You might have said that word, Eileen,—
And you might have your hair and eyes.
“And what you see might be Lisette,
Instead of this that has no name.
Your silence—I can feel it yet,
Alive and in me, like a flame.
“Where might I be with him to-day,
Could he have known before he heard?
But no—your silence had its way,
Without a weapon or a word.
“Because a word was never told,
I’m going as a worn toy goes.
And you are dead; and you’ll be old;
And I forgive you, I suppose.
“I’ll soon be changing as all do,
To something we have always been;
And you’ll be old.… He liked you, too,
I might have killed you then, Eileen.
“I think he liked as much of you
As had a reason to be seen,—
As much as God made black and blue.
He liked your hair and eyes, Eileen.”
poem by Edwin Arlington Robinson
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Goodbye Carmen
And her eyes are like skies that will rain
But theres work to be done, and she does not complain
Her children are so far away
I heard you crying, I heard you pray
Now you must go, and its so hard to say
Chorus:
Goodbye, carmen
Thank you for staying with us for a while [with your pretty smile]
And someday youll get home again
Goodbye, carmen
Hasta manana or who knows when (it all depends)
Goodbye...
Were convinced our intentions are good
But we live in this world often misunderstood
Can you feel it? (uh-huh)
I can feel it (d-doh)
And no one seems to care much, and its so hard to say
(chorus)
Carmen...careful what you do, be careful what you see, carmen
We will always be with you
Turn around but shes lost in the sun
There was so much to say, but shes already gone, so
Thank you carmen, dont be afraid this is not the end,
So rest your head, I hope someday we will meet again.
Goodbye, carmen
Hasta manana or never again
But youre my friend carmen
Goodbye...goodbye...goodbye..........
song performed by by Wilson Phillips
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They Dont Dance Like Carmen No More
By: jimmy buffett
1973
Walkin down new streets, music is loud
Neon signs bring in tumultuous crowds
But Im just an old man, Id probably get sore
cause they dont dance like carmen no more
She and ol cougie, my what a pair
Jus doin the rhumba as no one else dared
Slidin and glidin cross hollywood floors
But they dont dance like carmen no more
-- spoken:
Take it marvin
Shk chk, shk chk, shk chk
Well now she had a big hat, my it was high
Had bananas and mangos all piled to the sky
How she could balance it, I wouldnt dare
But they dont dance like carmen nowhere
Shk chk, shk chk, shk chk
Ah but the ladys not with us, she died long ago
And they dont show her movies on late midnight shows
cause the kids would get restless, and the grown-ups would snore
cause they dont dance like carmen no more
Well now she and old cougie, my what a pair
Just doin the boogie as no one else dared
Slidin and glidin cross hardwood waxed floors
But they dont dance like carmen no more
No more
No no no more
And Im just an old man, Id probably get sore
But they dont dance like carmen no more
Nah they dont dance like carmen no more
Coda:
Ten cents dance, I might take a chance
But they dont dance like carmen no more
song performed by by Jimmy Buffett
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Saturn’s Rings
I took Eileen
For a walk
On Saturn's rings.
We walked
On the ice,
Warm stones,
And solid cosmic
Dust.
We watched the sun
Burning
Faraway;
It is beautiful
To watch
The sun
From Saturn's
Rings
And Eileen
Is my only credible witness
And companion.
As we walked,
Eileen
Talked about
Her perfect
Kiss,
Wedding ring,
Wedding dress,
Wedding kiss,
She said:
' Yeah!
I like to be here,
To dance here,
To be kissed here,
At the witness of the far burning
Sun,
The beauty of Saturn,
Its rings,
And the one who
Took me
To walk
On Saturn's rings.
poem by Atef Ayadi
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Resemblance
Eileen looks sometime
Like America.
Sometimes,
America looks like Eileen.
poem by Atef Ayadi
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Divergence
Traci Ann Wolfe, Jakob Hawkins, Marci Adilman, Ben Hindell, Jeannine Kaspar
from Divergence (2007)
Submitted by Orban
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Partial Resemblance
A doll's hair concealing
an eggshell skull delicately
throbbing, within which
maggots in voluptuous unrest
jostle and shrug. Oh, Eileen, my
big doll, your gold hair was
not more sunny than this
human fur, but
your head was
radiant in its emptiness,
a small clean room.
Her warm and rosy mouth
is telling lies—she would
believe them if she could believe:
her pretty eyes
search out corruption. Oh, Eileen
how kindly your silence was, and
what virtue
shone in the opening and shutting of your
ingenious blindness.
poem by Denise Levertov
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Prose Poem V
and when she gets home they're painting the shutters green'.
'Green'?
'Yes. Green was her husband's favorite color.He preferred the shutters green. It was the sign she sought'.
'I see', said Eileen, not really thrilled by this example from literature.
'You don't believe it'?
'I have to think about it. It sounds a little hokey.
I tried to appear shocked, but I'm not very good at it.
'I know what you mean', I said simply, remembering my vow.
Eileen looked at her watch. She had a case to shoot. She dismissed me, turned and walked off down the hall, her abrupt departure both relieving and disappointing me. I, too, looked at my watch. The afternoon was early and there was still lots to do.
poem by Robert Dickerson
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Mistress Eileen Green
A magical song plays
And Mistress Eileen Green dances wondrously
While making the children smile
And building up their spirits before sending them on their way
Fully dressed in purple and green
I stand by the side with my arms crossed
Behind this ninja mask no one can see me smile
I admire her for her spirit and of who she is
Mistress Eileen Green comes up to greet me
While holding a bell and a wooden stool in her arms
I gladly give her the time she wishes to converse with me
I admire her comments on my full regalia
And I talk and make her smile just the same
We hug each other for a wonderful meeting and welcome
poem by Justin Gildow
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Runner, Runner
Gemma Arterton, Ben Affleck, Justin Timberlake, Anthony Mackie, Diana Laura, Oliver Cooper, Jeannine Kaspar, Sam Palladio, Ben Schwartz, David Costabile, Daniel Booko
from Runner, Runner (2013)
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Bathtime Shared.
Fenola watched
as Eileen bathed.
She took in
the hand
moving
the lathered sponge
over the contours
of the body,
moving between tits
like some
venture ship of old,
moving down
the belly,
beneath the soapy water
to the pleasure dome,
then out again
around the neck
and under chin,
then whole body
over once again.
She knew that body well,
each inch of flesh,
each orifice,
each smell,
each loving touch.
Even the thought
pleased her
overmuch.
Eileen looked over
where Fenola sat,
on stool,
in bathrobe,
with feet
on mat.
Come on in,
she said,
room enough for two,
you rub my back,
I'll rub yours
and other places too.
Fenola thought awhile,
took in her eyes
that gazed,
the smile
that spread,
the memory
of the afternoon
in bed,
the positions held
and played,
the sex ensuing.
Eileen pointed
to the soapy bath,
come in,
she said
with sexy laugh.
Fenola stood up
from the stool,
disrobed,
set it aside,
stepped in the bath
and sat down,
the water engulfing.
Somewhere
from the other room,
Ravel played
from hifi speakers,
Bolero
or some such piece,
the sound touching
the bathroom walls
with steam and scent.
The girls rubbed
and scrubbed
and laughed
in soapy water,
each one
like a siren
of the sea
or Neptune's daughter.
poem by Terry Collett
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Carmen De Boheme
Sinuously winding through the room
On smokey tongues of sweetened cigarettes, --
Plaintive yet proud the cello tones resume
The andante of smooth hopes and lost regrets.
Bright peacocks drink from flame-pots by the wall,
Just as absinthe-sipping women shiver through
With shimmering blue from the bowl in Circe's hall.
Their brown eyes blacken, and the blue drop hue.
The andante quivers with crescendo's start,
And dies on fire's birth in each man's heart.
The tapestry betrays a finger through
The slit, soft-pulling; -- -- -- and music follows cue.
There is a sweep, -- a shattering, -- a choir
Disquieting of barbarous fantasy.
The pulse is in the ears, the heart is higher,
And stretches up through mortal eyes to see.
Carmen! Akimbo arms and smouldering eyes; --
Carmen! Bestirring hope and lipping eyes; --
Carmen whirls, and music swirls and dips.
"Carmen!," comes awed from wine-hot lips.
Finale leaves in silence to replume
Bent wings, and Carmen with her flaunts through the gloom
Of whispering tapestry, brown with old fringe: --
The winers leave too, and the small lamps twinge.
Morning: and through the foggy city gate
A gypsy wagon wiggles, striving straight.
And some dream still of Carmen's mystic face, --
Yellow, pallid, like ancient lace.
poem by Harold Hart Crane
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Let there be more joy and laughter in your living.
quote by Eileen Caddy
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I'm rarely wrong.
quote by Eileen Atkins
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Actors are crazy or we wouldn't be doing this.
quote by Eileen Brennan
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Silence Him
when julian gets to sweden
they will
SILENCE HIM
they will lock him up,
throw away the key &
SILENCE HIM,
they'll keep the trial under wraps
away from the public eye &
they will
SILENCE HIM,
under strict orders from daddy
'democracy, '
the empire itself,
they will
SILENCE HIM &
the conditions he'll undergo
being muted in solitary will
all be part of the program to
SILENCE HIM,
cause' that
bad bad bad boy,
mr. julian assange,
never ever shoulda' thought
that allowing the people of the world
to hear just exactly what their
governments really do
would be something that he could
get away with,
since
EVERY WESTERN HAND
WILL REACH TO STRANGLE HIM &
PREVENT HIM FROM EVER
SPEAKING AGAIN.
poem by Andrew Delapruch
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A soul without a high aim is like a ship without a rudder.
quote by Eileen Caddy
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