Nic Cage is so pricelessly brilliant in Raising Arizona that it took me a full 10 years to realize that it's the only role I really liked him in.

That's genious and you're stupid.

Nic Cave was great in his day (Raising Arizona, Wild at Heart) but his day was a long, long time ago and he's made way too many poor movie choices to be taken seriously any longer*. Adaptation was a wonderful - albeit all too brief - return to form for him in a really interesting, entertaining movie.

* Can I just say that as much as I loathed Face/Off, I think he and Travolta acted each other beautifully!

Now I'll stop hijacking this thread and you lot can get back to your piss poor poetry

my face is finished, my body's gone and i can't help but think,
standin' up here in all this applause and gazin' down at all the young and the beautiful with their questioning eyes,
that i must above all things love myself

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Nic Cave

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You sure he was in those ones?

I liked him in Leaving Las Vegas, which also had those cool jazzy tunes by Gordon Sumner.

I started with two enemas and a moan
I was a fartiste

LOL. Got Cave on the brain and he won't go away.

You know what I mean

my face is finished, my body's gone and i can't help but think,
standin' up here in all this applause and gazin' down at all the young and the beautiful with their questioning eyes,
that i must above all things love myself

Midlife crisis?

I started with two enemas and a moan
I was a fartiste

I think it's actually a Bowie crisis.... I can't get Nick Cave out of my head. Bowie's just not doing it for me... I even listened to Low, "Heroes" and Lodger in a row yesterday but was yearning for Grinderman.

Nic Cage has done some great stuff, another two faves that spring to mind are Rumblefish (jeez I loved that movie, haven't seen it in a long time, very cool cast) and Birdy.

my face is finished, my body's gone and i can't help but think,
standin' up here in all this applause and gazin' down at all the young and the beautiful with their questioning eyes,
that i must above all things love myself

You're not a true fan!

I started with two enemas and a moan
I was a fartiste

I don't think I'll ever have a Bowie Crisis, but there is so much stuff out there that strikes my interests that I would be covered for life if Bowie would retire or whatever. Albums like Low and Kid A will always be revisited and enjoyed for my listening pleasure but I've got new stuff all of the time to sipher through and love, via the internet and recommendations from my friends.

It's all about the mood, I guess.

And the mood...She is like an angry sea twisting and turning o'er and o'er through an expanse of millenia of life and death. As the great waters wash to my shores, the sounds crashing against the craggy rocks and smooth, sandy beaches, I stand, just a man, feeling the breezes and sounds as they come.

(bad poem for the purpose of this thread)

Gadgie

Tonight I cry a little bit,
To only weep once more.
For broken wonders found and lost,
And startled skeptics laws.
If not to learn here how to live,
Perhaps to live to learn,
And not to breathe forgotten dust,
Which falls down through the floor.

Like a Nun on the Run, I'm terrible fun.

I really, really like that, sir. It's not often I come across poetry that has both emotion and importance of meaning in equal amounts.


Here's another predictably dreary poem from me.



You said yes
And, the word was made flesh
And, dwelt among us

But, all at once, things seemed to go
Down into the dust

That moment splinters my memory
The crack of the bough like bone through skin
The snowiest blood, unconscious of agony,
Where our hearts poured over
And, filth filed in

We shed disbelief
Braved the gateway of grief
And, the brambles bare

As the frost clouded our veins and
The rain plowed our hair

That morning pendulates in my mind
The crumble of dirt as the spine of my soul
The faintest of light sloping over the pines
As the dark leaned into us
And, took its toll

Days pressed on
And, the pain was made one
And, knelt upon us

And, both at once, we seemed to break
Down upon the dusk

Dreaming laughs left bitterly bereft
Our deadness permeating pre-dawn’s cloak
In wordless, windless scapes utterly cleft
We freed our fragile howls
And, hollowed croaks

Hi, this is Grape-A-Don’s Dad. Well, the members of Grand Buffet were right about one thing. Your flesh is burning, and you are going to Hell.