A Path In The Woods by Anna Kamienska - what a powerful poem! Thank you Viggo Mortensen for posting this for us all to read! "To recognize as wisdom the child's wonder," "to search for it everywhere." That is so much how I feel about life and about my own childhood! How wonderful to find that feeling captured for me so beautifully in a poem! As I sit here writing this, I'm thinking of my own daughter, who is five, and the wonders that life still hold for her. She is starting Kindergarten tomorrow and she is so very excited to be starting "all day school" as she calls it, having gone to pre-school last year at the same school.

I am finding it hard though to "give her up" to school. I'm giving the time I usually have with her during the day up to the school system, so they can teach her. And so that she can be around other kids her age because she is such a social child and really thrives on such social interaction. I wish I could be both teacher and playmate for my daughter and so home school her. I know though that I don't have the energy or inclination to be everything for my daughter. And so I must sacrifice some time to the school system to allow them to supply my daughter with the things I cannot give her by myself. But that jealous side of me still wants to keep her home. Five seems awfully young to be going to "all day school." I'm so glad that I'm working this week, to help keep my mind and body occupied while my daughter is at her first days of school!

Viggo also posted two poems by Robert Creeley. (Lemons) Pear Appears is just a bit weird and I'm not completely sure I understand it. I do understand The Way though and I have loved that poem for a while now. I'm so delighted to see Viggo posted it again. He obviously likes that poem a lot too since I know he posted it at least once before. Where is such a man to feel that way for me? Will I end up an "old maid" forever hoping the "right man" will come along? Well, according to the times when such a term as "old maid" was in fashion, I definitely would qualify as one since I'll be 35 in six months. Today I would just be called a "single unwed mother." Either way, it amounts to the same thing - I'm guy-less and have no prospects of having a guy in my life because I'm a single mom and a terribly picky woman.

I can't even refuse sex in order to protest war because I'm not having any sex! I've taken a vow of chastity and I'm not even part of any monastic order! Maybe I should form a cult called Church of the Green Fairy or just Green Church - that celebrates all green and growing things. That way, I wouldn't have to feel so bad about not getting any because I could claim it's part of my religious vows, lol. Okay, maybe not. Perhaps I just need to have some good sex with a hot guy...

Labels: childhood, love, love poems, poetry, right man, school, sex, sex and war, viggo mortensen, wonder

A Path In The Woods by Anna Kamienska - what a powerful poem! Thank you Viggo Mortensen for posting this for us all to read! "To recognize as wisdom the child's wonder," "to search for it everywhere." That is so much how I feel about life and about my own childhood! How wonderful to find that feeling captured for me so beautifully in a poem! As I sit here writing this, I'm thinking of my own daughter, who is five, and the wonders that life still hold for her. She is starting Kindergarten tomorrow and she is so very excited to be starting "all day school" as she calls it, having gone to pre-school last year at the same school.

I am finding it hard though to "give her up" to school. I'm giving the time I usually have with her during the day up to the school system, so they can teach her. And so that she can be around other kids her age because she is such a social child and really thrives on such social interaction. I wish I could be both teacher and playmate for my daughter and so home school her. I know though that I don't have the energy or inclination to be everything for my daughter. And so I must sacrifice some time to the school system to allow them to supply my daughter with the things I cannot give her by myself. But that jealous side of me still wants to keep her home. Five seems awfully young to be going to "all day school." I'm so glad that I'm working this week, to help keep my mind and body occupied while my daughter is at her first days of school!

Viggo also posted two poems by Robert Creeley. (Lemons) Pear Appears is just a bit weird and I'm not completely sure I understand it. I do understand The Way though and I have loved that poem for a while now. I'm so delighted to see Viggo posted it again. He obviously likes that poem a lot too since I know he posted it at least once before. Where is such a man to feel that way for me? Will I end up an "old maid" forever hoping the "right man" will come along? Well, according to the times when such a term as "old maid" was in fashion, I definitely would qualify as one since I'll be 35 in six months. Today I would just be called a "single unwed mother." Either way, it amounts to the same thing - I'm guy-less and have no prospects of having a guy in my life because I'm a single mom and a terribly picky woman.

I can't even refuse sex in order to protest war because I'm not having any sex! I've taken a vow of chastity and I'm not even part of any monastic order! Maybe I should form a cult called Church of the Green Fairy or just Green Church - that celebrates all green and growing things. That way, I wouldn't have to feel so bad about not getting any because I could claim it's part of my religious vows, lol. Okay, maybe not. Perhaps I just need to have some good sex with a hot guy...

While celebrities like Viggo attend the Starz Green Room and politicians give speeches at the Democratic Convention, the rest of the world marches on. Us normal American folk prepare our children for another (or a first) year of school. The world spins on its axis, the people continue, individually and en masse, to spin the webs of their lives, and the universe continues to expand. Whatever happens with these American elections, the rest of existence will continue mostly the same as before.

While Viggo posts more political and environment news and enigmatic poetry, I think about the shortness of our lives compared to the vastness of the life of our universe.

On a totally (but not really) unrelated note, I want to post this song I heard earlier that really struck a cord with me. (Puns definitely intended.) This song is so true.

Ricky Nelson - Teenage Idol

Some people call me a teenage idol
Some people say they envy me
I guess they got no way of knowing
How lonesome I can be

I need somebody to be my baby
Someone to tell my troubles to
I've got no time to ever find her
Cause I'm just passing through

I travel around from town to lonely town
I guess I'll always be just a rolling stone
If I find fortune and fame and lots of people know my name
That won't mean a thing if I'm all alone

I get no rest when I'm feeling weary
I got to pack my bags and go
I got to be somewhere tomorrow
To smile and do my show

I travel around from town to lonely town
I guess I'll always be just a rolling stone
If I find fortune and fame and lots of people know my name
That won't mean a thing if I'm all alone

Some people call me a teenage idol
Some people say they envy me
I guess they got no way of knowing
How lonesome I can be
How lonesome I can be


PS - I wonder if the band, "The Rolling Stones" were around yet when this song came out or if this is where they (and the magazine Rolling Stone) got their name? Hmmmm...

Labels: democratic convention, democrats, songs, viggo mortensen

Viggo's posts at Percy's Press are getting more and more infrequent. Finally, after over a week, Viggo put up a strange poem about St Francis and a pig and a quote about the elusive nature of the horizon we each seek in life. The sow poem maid me think of a line from the 2005 movie Casanova that goes, "In the heart of every woman there is room for a pet. Dogs and cats provide solace and affection. How rare is the man who knows that the pet of choice for today's woman is the intelligent and noble pig!" Except in this case, the pig wasn't meant literally.

When it comes to horizon's though, here is a good quote by Franklin Roosevelt, “We have always held to the hope, the belief, the conviction that there is a better life, a better world, beyond the horizon.” As far as that goes, I say, in the words of Captain Jack Sparrow - "Bring me that horizon!" ;-)

In life as well as dreams, I seek to actually reach the horizon, and beyond...

Labels: poetry, quotes, viggo mortensen, viggo's weirdness

I don't know what's up but a lot of people from Germany (or a few people a lot of times) are really interested in visiting this page. Hey, if you are one of them, could you please explain this interest to me? You know I am about the farthest from dating Viggo, right? I've never even met him, as far as I know. But I do hope to meet him someday.

Labels: german visitors, site visits, world visitors

Thanks to Marianne Love for posting this picture she took of Viggo Mortensen's note to his neighbors warning them of traveling on a road that had washed out, thanks to the nearby river and all the rain that area had been getting recently. How considerate of Viggo to leave that note to his neighbors alerting them of the wash-out on the road and of the local Forest Service Ranger's assurances that the road would be open for travel. Viggo's warning against trespassing though makes me think perhaps Viggo's own house might be up that road or nearby it.

When it comes to weather though, I can relate. Here in the "Black Mining Hills of Dakota" we have been getting our fair share of rainy weather too. Back in June we had two streams running by our house instead of just one. We always have Spring Creek running by our house but during the intense rain storms, we also had a deluge of rain water pouring down from the land above ours, virtually creating a stream where there normally is none. We are used to this by now though. Our own wash-out typically gets to be a stream every couple years or so for a few days when we have a lot of rain. I'm glad though my stream isn't as huge as that one by Viggo's place that washed out the road! I have experienced washed out roads before when I lived in Keystone and a portion of the road up to my cabin there got washed out during a particularly wet summer. That was a "fun" experience, I'll tell you! ;-)

Good luck to all of you braving that obviously dangerous road in Idaho in your search for huckleberries! That reminds me, I need to go raspberry picking very soon! And the service berries are also ready to be picked!

Labels: berry picking, Idaho, note to Viggo's neighbors, viggo mortensen

This poem is dedicated to Viggo, my Virtual Man, and to all men and women both on and off the screen that find themselves on either side of this dilemma...

Virtual Man

I've fallen in love
With a virtual man
I've seen his form and
His words on the
Other side of a screen
But he's not really there

I've fallen in love
With a virtual man
Who I see on a screen
And love in a dream
As our thoughts
Float in thin air

I've fallen in love
With a virtual man
Stuck on the other side
He can never join me
And he can never say
If he knows I'm here

I've fallen in love
With a virtual man
Who is allegedly real
In some other reality
But is only a dream
On a virtual screen
In my world...

Labels: I Love You, jenny johnson, love, love poems, my poetry, viggo mortensen

I like these lyrics. They'd be quite the lines to throw at someone. I can think of someone I'd like to throw those words at, but I'd likely scare him off...

From "Waiting For The Miracle" by Leonard Cohen:

Ah baby, let's get married,
We've been alone too long.
Let's be alone together.
Let's see if we're that strong.
Yeah, let's do something crazy,
Something absolutely wrong,
While we're waiting
For the miracle, for the miracle to come.


Me personally, I'm thinking of getting a copy of the 1936 book "Live Alone And Like It" by Marjorie Hillis, a single girl's handbook to living alone. ;-) I might as well get used to it, I intimidate most guys in one way or another so I'm probably going to be alone a great portion of my life.

But I choose to be the eccentric, non-housewife-type, independent, new-agey and free-thinking person that I am. And I'd choose that and alone instead of conformist and married any day! ;-)

You could say, I am past "waiting for the miracle to come." The following poem is more like how I feel these days:


OF LIVING ALONE
BUT NOT BROODING TOO MUCH ABOUT IT
By Michael Benedikt

1.

To live alone is to be immensely in charge of the silence
So that, if you have something serious to think about, such as
a problem you have to solve, & are determined to solve,
You'll probably think about that problem long & hard;
& probably (since you're usually able to) uninterruptedly, too

--Perhaps for entire mornings, afternoons, & evenings;
Or indeed, maybe whole days on end!

2.

In fact, if you're living alone & therefore, when you're home,
are--eek! yipes! & oh horrors!--by yourself most of the time,
with only yourself to keep yourself company
(Except of course for an occasional, hopefully tension-relieving, relaxingly welcome guest!)
It's obviously really necessary to concentrate, & reflect,
& think your actions out before you perform them
Since, after all--just in case you foul up on on things--

You're the only one you're going to be able to blame
For things that happen to go wrong!

3.

Certainly, if you're living alone, it's important to choose those friends,
acquaintances (& any lovers, too!) whom you do see,
especially wisely & well
--That is, for their & soothing, & relaxing, & unnannoying qualities
Lest you find yourself entertaining as guests, merely pests
who take advantage of your acquired knack for problem-solving
And who wreck your hard-won peace-of-mind
By passing along endless problems of their own that they haven't solved

--Being, themselves, far too distracted to do so
By those they regularly reside with.

4.

--Being constantly surrounded each day by, for example:

The cheerful confusions of a busily uproarious, merry family; or perhaps,
the ups & downs of an equally boisterous, but argumentative,
& dysfunctional one;
Or perhaps, by the turmoil of overly-talkative, excessively sociable
room-mates who interrupt their concentration constantly
by babbling at them randomly or else coming & going
all the time--shouting helloes & goodbyes & then slamming doors
like big, loony cuckoos popping in & out of cuckoo-clocks;
Or perhaps, by live-in lovers or other close companions, such as spouses,
who all too often, it's been my experience, seem to feel somehow entitled
to interrupt virtually every physical & mental move of their living-partners
By asking what they're doing; & why they're doing it, all the time

--Or by any one of the other various, relatively riotous & (I think)
generally God-awful living-arrangements which humans are
forced into or which, sometimes, they simply accept or inherit
Or which (much to my amazement!), they often
actually willingly create for themselves!

--Most of which, IMHO, tend to befuddle people.

5.

--But individuals living alone should not brood too much about such things, I think
But instead, substitute for such negative, perhaps purely self-defensive,
& possibly unproductive thoughts as those

The positive--& yes! even decidedly festive idea--of carefully selecting their friends
& associates (& sometime in the future, perhaps living-partners too)
Exclusively from among that rare, discriminating, well-focussed, thoughtful,
& IMHO also thoroughly courageous breed of individuals
Who've been responsible for themselves & for themselves alone--with an
absolute minimum of interruptions!--

For at least some few moments, & for at least some continuous time,
Within recent memory.

Labels: independent woman, jenny johnson, living alone, love, poetry, viggo mortensen

Viggo Mortensen posted on Perceval Press today the poem When One Has Lived A Long Time Alone by Galway Kinnell. What a powerful poem! I'll be thinking about this one for many days to come. Makes me think perhaps both the author and the poster of the poem has lived too long alone and needs to seek an appropriate mate. Research tells me that Galway did find a mate and had at least one child, or so his poems say. Viggo also found a mate, married her and had a child but he hasn't had as serious a relationship since that marriage ended about fifteen years ago. Short term flings he has had and has likely wished many of them could go on longer but it seems nothing has come of those dreams. Seeking love along many avenues, perhaps he will find what he seeks eventually. I hope such success comes to each of us in our own way who have been alone too long and are searching for love.

Labels: jenny johnson, love, love poems, poetry, viggo mortensen

Viggo posted this quote today: "At the side of the everlasting why, is a yes, and a yes, and a yes." — E. M. Forster

Here is my reply: “You can transmute love, muddle it, ignore it... but you can never pull it out of you...” - E. M. Forster

Labels: love, quotes, viggo mortensen

Viggo Mortensen's only public link with the world, Perceval Press, hasn't seen an update for a couple days. Finally today, he posted this simply, curious quote:

The world is not imperfect or slowly evolving along a path to perfection.
No, it is perfect at every moment, every sin already carries grace in it.
— Herman Hesse

I wonder what these words mean to him. It's an interesting view of perfection, to be sure. To think of the entire world already perfect in whatever form it is in, despite any appearances to the contrary. It's romantic, and I do like romance. Thanks for this little bit of romance today as I swelter in the summer's heat. Now, back to my book. The Mayfair Witches still wait for me. ;-)

Labels: quote, romance, viggo mortensen, Viggo update

Do I have a soulmate? Does anyone? I'd like to believe we each do but I don't know. There are people who think I believe that Viggo is my soulmate. I can't really say this is true. It's what I would like to be true but that is all. He is too far away from me and too obviously uninterested to even become a soulmate to me. And really, if I actually knew him, would he not fall short of my idyllic picture of him? Or would I love him still, warts and all? ;-) Who knows? Am I ever likely to learn? Am I to meet another man who is even better for me than any fantasy man, be he Viggo or one of my true fantasies like Lestat, Lasher or Julien Mayfair. ;-)

Is there any such man for me that is better than any in my imagination? Were Anne and Stan Rice soulmates? Are Anne and Stan Kuiken soulmates? Are my parents soulmates? Who knows? Not I, that's for sure. Maybe I never will understand this mystery that is the soulmate. Perhaps it will forever remain elusive and fantastic and unfulfilled in my life. And perhaps it is a waste of my time even thinking about all this...

PS - This post was prompted after a search online from someone else about Viggo and soulmates led to my Viggo page.

Labels: fantasy men, soulmates, viggo mortensen

Had a strange dream about Viggo and I while I was sleeping this morning. Not sure exactly what it was about or why I had it but of course, like all dreams, it felt very real while I was having it. The one detail that sticks with me is that he was reluctant to talk to me or spend any time with me. When finally a situation arouse that required his helping me, he did it but didn't seem all that happy about it. Perhaps this is a manifestation of my worst fears and my current experience, since any invasion of his privacy seems unwanted to me.

Labels: Viggo Dream

I was going to post about the link Viggo put up on his Perceval Press site to sign the petition to help the impeachment bill get past the House Judicial Committee but not only does the link on that page not work but I have been informed also that the deadline for that petition was last Wednesday, so I won't be posting that link.

Instead, here is some Rilke:

Song by Rainer Maria Rilke
(From the diaries of Malte Laurids Brigge)
Translated by Albert Ernest Flemming

You, whom I do not tell that all night long
I lie weeping,
whose very being makes me feel wanting
like a cradle.

You, who do not tell me, that you lie awake
thinking of me:--
what, if we carried all these longings within us
without ever being overwhelmed by them,
letting them pass?

Look at these lovers, tormented by love,
when first they begin confessing,
how soon they lie!

You make me feel alone. I try imagining:
one moment it is you, then it's the soaring wind;
a fragrance comes and goes but never lasts.
Oh, within my arms I lost all whom I loved!
Only you remain, always reborn again.
For since I never held you, I hold you fast.

-----

And a few scribbles of my own:

How do I tell you what I want to say?
How do I get things to go my way?

There are so many words I want to say to you and so many that I want to hear back.
I wish I had the strength to send this email. I wish you had the strength to reply in kind.

I know this one-way love is just a fantasy about you for me.
I can't help though wanting this fantasy to become a reality.

Yet, if it cannot be, I wish we two could get to know each other anyway.

-----

More word-wishes than a poem, I know. But are not all poems really wishes of how we would have life really be?

PS - After I posted this, I checked the PP site and noticed Viggo posted not poetry but sports news about a team called "Los Matadores." I'm surprised actually they were not about his beloved Soccer/Fútbol team, the true love of his life, San Lorenzo. I hope that team isn't feeling two jealous that Viggo's two-timing them with those Matadores. ;-) Aah, to envy a sports team, lol!

Labels: Impeach Bush, Impeachment, poetry, Rilke, viggo mortensen

My readers, who are finally becoming few and far between, have something new to read finally, since Viggo himself added something finally to his "news" page. He posted a poem by an Italian poet, famous there it seems but never read before by me. Since little of this man’s poetry has been translated into English, it’s understandable that I’ve never heard of or read the poetry of Gabriele D’Annunzio, born a day (and 111 years) before me, on March 12, 1863. From what little I’ve read online, the man seems to have been something of a radical, shocking people of his day with his words and deeds. I like that and it makes me want to learn more about the man.

How nice it must be for Viggo to be able to pick up other languages so easily. Being raised tri-lingual, with English, Spanish and Danish, it has been relatively easy for him to pick up other languages, like German, Russian and even Italian, as an adult. What doors to the world this must open for him. I, on the other hand, with my poor skills at understanding any language but English, having only been raised to learn the one language until I was too old to learn a language easily, must deal with the terrible translations given on websites like Google Translate and Dictionary.com’s Translate page. (Why do they wait till children are in junior and senior high to teach language in this country? ARGH!!!)

The poem Viggo posted, titled Beatitudine or Beatitude, in English, seems to be another one of those haunting love poems reaching out for something that is fleeting and hidden in a painting. I wish I could read an accurate translation of this poem because I know I’m missing much in the inaccurate translation that the websites have given me. I don’t know anyone who can translate Italian to English for me though, so the website’s translations will have to suffice - unless someone wants to step forward to translate it for me. ;-) For now, I’ll dream of Viggo speaking those words in Italian to me and then translating them in my ear as he does so, what a fantasy! ;-) I have to stop writing now in order to dream...

Labels: Gabriele D'Annunzio, languages, love poems, poetry, viggo mortensen

I read an article recently about Viggo that started like this, "I am going in a taxi to Valby in order to buy some pot for Viggo Mortensen." The first line really caught my attention, both the buying of pot and that it was for Viggo. When he received the pot, inside a book of art, he merely replied, "Really?" according to the interviewer, "Master Fatman," of a magazine called Cover. I wonder if Viggo’s "really" sounded worried or interested. Not that he is likely to let information like that slip out. ;-) It is amusing to think of Viggo smoking pot. Hmm, perhaps some of those hand-rolled cigarettes Viggo’s been photographed with are more than they seem, lol! The link for the article is here: http://www.viggo-works.com/index.php?page=656

Labels: Interview, Pot, viggo mortensen

I was thinking tonight about why I feel love for Viggo Mortensen and I realized, beyond all other reasons, I believe he would treat me like an equal if we were ever together. You see, I'm the type of person that has to be free within a relationship, not a slave to my partner. I cannot stand the thought of being an obedient housewife. Perhaps that's why I'm not married. Women like me either luck out and find the man who is strong enough to be their wives' equal mates or they end up alone for the rest of their lives. At almost 35, I have to begin to wonder if I'm not headed for that later group. I'm too old to seek to become meeker than I am or have been and much too old to date or marry any man who would want to try to change me into such a woman.

I'm reminded of the song "American Woman," right now. My mother can't stand that song because she feels it's an insult to women's liberation and women who have chosen to be strong and not let men put them down. I'm definitely one of those types of women. I don't like being told what to do and am more likely to tell others off for trying to tell me what I should do. I like having my freedom to do what I want to do and be as I wish to be. I can't sew, I can't cook, I can't really keep a room clean and orderly, and I have little intention of improving these skills just to get a man in my life. Instead, I will seek out a man who can sew and cook himself and who knows how to keep his own stuff taken care of and who doesn't expect me to wait on him like a maid.

Perhaps, I will be single for many years to come after this admission. Better that, than have men trying to date me under a false impression of what they will get in me. They won't get a typical female, by any means. So, I seek the untypical male, in the most untypical of places. I've yet to find one that truly measures up after I've gotten to know him though. Most men do want to be taken care of by their women, few want truly equal partnerships. I do hope though that someday I will meet the right type of man for me, even if he isn't a 50-year-old actor named Viggo. ;-)

Labels: independent woman, jenny johnson, viggo mortensen

Viggo Mortensen posted this amazing Spanish poem recently at Perceval Press:

La Caricia Perdida

Se me va de los dedos la caricia sin causa,
se me va de los dedos... En el viento, al pasar,
la caricia que vaga sin destino ni objeto,
la caricia perdida ¿quién la recogerá?

Pude amar esta noche con piedad infinita,
pude amar al primero que acertara a llegar.
Nadie llega. Están solos los floridos senderos.
La caricia perdida, rodará... rodará...

Si en los ojos te besan esta noche, viajero,
si estremece las ramas un dulce suspirar,
si te oprime los dedos una mano pequeña
que te toma y te deja, que te logra y se va.

Si no ves esa mano, ni esa boca que besa,
si es el aire quien teje la ilusión de besar,
oh, viajero, que tienes como el cielo los ojos,
en el viento fundida, ¿me reconocerás?

—Alfonsina Storni

The Lost Caress

The caress without cause goes away to me of the fingers,
goes away to me of the fingers… In the wind, when happening,
the vague caress that without destiny nor object,
the lost caress it will gather who it?

I could love tonight with infinite mercy,
I could love first that it guessed right to arrive.
Nobody arrives. The flowery footpaths are single.
The lost caress, will roll… will roll…

If on the eyes they kiss to you tonight, traveller,
if a candy shakes the branches to sigh,
if a small hand presses the fingers to you
that takes you and leaves you, that obtains to you and it goes away.

If you do not see that hand, nor that mouth that oh kisses,
if it is the air that the illusion tiles to kiss,
traveller, that you have like the sky the eyes,
in the fused wind, you will recognize to me?

- Alfonsina Storni (translated imperfectly by dictionary.com)


This poem makes me think of the invisible caresses I have felt quite often over the last several years when experiencing a Viggo-related fantasy. It's as if a spirit-form of Viggo is participating in these fantasies with me, perhaps one of my own creation, who knows. It makes me wonder if Viggo himself has created his own dream-mate animus that caresses him like the wind when he is alone... hmmm...

PS - Also, always love the Rilke... aaahhh...

Labels: love of viggo, love poems, viggo mortensen

Well, it looks like that annoying Who's Dating Who site finally took me off their page as dating Viggo! Yay! It ONLY took a year! You wouldn't think I'd be excited about that but I am! Someone posted that about me on there over a year ago and it's been rather a frustrating year as far as that is concerned. If that rumor had been true, instead of my just being a "normal" girl with a crush on Viggo, then it would be fine but it was rather ridiculous having such a site post that I was dating someone that I have only been able to wish I could date.

Now, I can get back to posting about Viggo in relative anonymity! ;-) But for now, I'm busy visiting relatives from all over at this family reunion in Indiana...

Labels: Viggo Dating Rumor, viggo mortensen, Who's Dating Who

While Viggo hides out in Idaho for a bit, I'm getting ready to head away from him and towards Minnesota and Indiana to visit with some relatives, so I likely won't be updating this page for a couple weeks. I leave you with this:

My Top 10: Viggo Mortensen
Viggo Mortensen shares the best pieces of advice he's heard on movie sets
http://www.ew.com/ew/article/0,,20207076_20207387_20207443,00.html

1. "One job at a time, and each job a success."

2. "Whatever you are feeling at this moment can be useful, no matter how far removed or even distracting it may seem from the scene you are playing. That is as close to 'real' as you will ever get."

3. "There is no way in hell that's going to work. That is the worst idea I have heard today — perhaps ever. Are you trying to single-handedly ruin my movie?"

4. "Try it — what's the harm? It's only film and time."

5. "No hay dolor." ("There is no pain.")

6. "All you really need to play the moment is air and water."

7. "When in doubt, admit it."

8. "Don't tell me; show me."

9. "Censors tend to do what only psychotics do: They confuse reality with illusion."

10. "I love you."

Ditto on that last one, to Viggo. ;-)

Labels: Clark Fork, Idaho, Sandpoint, Top 10, viggo mortensen

While organizing some assorted piles of papers, I happened to find a Viggo Mortensen fantasy someone online had written and posted, about being an assistant costumer on the set of GI Jane and having a very delicious experience with Viggo. I had taken the original name and changed it throughout the fantasy to my own name. I really shouldn't have read this fantasy - I'm so hot and bothered right now! And I can do nothing about it but fantasize even more which isn't a very productive thing to do... ;-) I could always sit down and write out my own version of such a fantasy, although I don't know if that is any good either. Maybe I should just put this all out of my mind and get back to organizing my papers. I just hope I don't encounter any other fantasy stories like that!

Labels: Viggo Fantasy, viggo mortensen

Happy 4th of July - Happy American Independence Day!

Today is a day that we American's celebrate our Independence Day and more than any other day, I'm reminded of how much of what we cherish as Americans has been taken away in the last decade or less. It's amazing to me that so much damage could be done by the Federal government in so few years.

I just don't see how another President will not abuse the new powers that position has been granted recently any more than the current one is doing. I thought Senator Hillary Clinton, our former First Lady as President Bill Clinton's wife, would be able to fix things but she was pushed out of the picture by the Senator Barrack Hussein Obama-loving Democrats.

My favorite celebrity, Viggo Mortensen wrote on his own personal soapbox, Perceval Press, today telling the Spanish-speaking people of the USA to not trust McCain, who I guess is doing things to try and appeal to that portion of our population right now. The thing is, I don't think Obama is any better than McCain really. I think Obama is a real "wolf in sheep's clothing," if there ever was one. He shows one face but I feel there is much more to him than he is presenting to the world, and we have seen way too many hints of that to deny, no matter how much back-tracking he does to try and hide it. McCain is also no good as his years as a politician have shown us. I'm left without a person I want to vote for and see as President for the first time since I could vote.

But despite all this, I know I will enjoy this 4th of July with my family just as I have done on previous years. I did enjoy watching the Mt Rushmore fireworks last night. Now, those were some Presidents you could feel proud of and be happy to vote for. When will see another man like Abraham Lincoln or Teddy Roosevelt run for office? When will we see men with that type of strength of character as President again?

Labels: Jenny Johnson's Political Views, politics, viggo mortensen, Viggo's Political Views

Viggo yet again introduced me to an amazing poet that I'd never heard of before thanks to his posting one of her works on his PercevalPress.com site. I found a poem that seems to speak towards how I sometimes feel about Viggo. There was another one about men in general I really loved but it was really long. I found these at another blogger's site: Spanish Poems II

Yo no puedo tenerte ni dejarte...

Yo no puedo tenerte ni dejarte,
ni sé por qué, al dejarte o al tenerte,
se encuentra un no sé qué para quererte
y muchos sí sé qué para olvidarte.

Pues ni quieres dejarme ni enmendarte,
yo templaré mi corazón de suerte
que la mitad se incline a aborrecerte
aunque la otra mitad se incline a amarte.

Si ello es fuerza querernos, haya modo,
que es morir el estar siempre riñendo:
no se hable más en celo y en sospecha,

y quien da la mitad, no quiera el todo;
y cuando me la estás allá haciendo,
sabe que estoy haciendo la deshecha.

- Sor Juana Inés de la Cruz


I can't hold you and I can't leave you...

I can't hold you and I can't leave you,
and sorting through the reasons to leave you or hold you,
I find an intangible one to love you,
and many tangible ones to forgo you.

As you won't change, nor let me forgo you,
I shall give my heart a defence against you,
so that half shall always be armed to abhor you,
though the other half be ready to adore you.

Then, if our love, by loving flourish,
let it not in endless feuding perish;
let us speak no more in jealousy and suspicion.

He offers not part, who would all receive ---
so know that when it is your intention
mine shall be to make believe.

- Sister Juana Inés de la Cruz

Labels: love poems, poetry, Sor Juana Inés, viggo mortensen

Other than searches for this page, my most popular search has been my song lyrics pages (most of which I compiled when I was in college years ago). The three most popular song searches lately have been, "Leaving on a Jet Plane," "Songs from the Wood" by Jethro Tull, " and "Kokomo" by the Beach Boys, usually with some variation of the search terms, "oh im gonna take you to bermuda bahama come on pretty mama," which seem to be an easy to remember part of the song. I just find this interesting. I know, pretty random...

Labels: searches, song searches, songs