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stumbling down that hill
10:10
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forget it
06:42
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thaw
04:30
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[Outside Bobby's house, late at night. A car pulls up, and Bobby stumbles out. He's met at the door by his parents.]
Mark: Bobby Terrance, you get in this house, you're in a facefull of trouble.
Bruce: Hi.
Mark: Don't you "hi" me!
Dave: Gerald, the neighbours!
Mark: They sympathize, believe me.
[Front door closes behind them.]
Mark: You won't be smelling freedom's air for quite some time, my boy.
[Cut to Bruce pacing back and forth in his bedroom.]
Bruce: In a facefull of trouble-
[kicks at air] Unh!
[grabs his hair, grunting in frustration] Ooh!
[throws himself back onto the bed] Uh-oh, my bed is spinning. Hey, the whole world is spinning!
[sits up] I get it now. I understand.
[goes and sits down at his desk] Mom, Dad- I'm taking up my pen.
[Cut to the front page of a newspaper. The headline: "YOUTH - ANGERED BY WORLD WRITES FIRST POEM!!"]
[Cut back to Bobby, sitting at his desk.]
Bruce: Fire. Fire, fire, fire, fire on my brain. Fire!
[Newspaper headline: "POEM BOMBS! 'IT'S PERSONAL' DEFENDS YOUTH
Sub-head: "YOUTH VOWS TO ADD MUSIC - WORKS NIGHT AND DAY"]
[Cut to Bobby, standing in his room, holding a guitar and singing as he plays.]
Bruce: 1, 2, 1 2 3 4- Fire fire fire, fire on my brain.
[Newspaper headline: "'YOUTH SONG NOT MUSIC!' SNIFFS SYMPHONY HEAD"]
[Cut to Bobby, entering his bedroom holding hands with a girl.]
Bruce: This is my girlfriend, Laura. She loves me.
[Newspaper headline: "LOVE! BAD POET FINDS GIRL!"] [Cut to Bobby, as he puts a tape in his stereo and presses "play". He kisses Laura as the tape plays:]
Bruce: Ow! Fire, fire, fire, fire on my brain,
Fire, fire, fire- you're my water.
Fire, fire, fire, fire on my brain,
Fire, fire, fire- girl I'm thirsty for you.
Fire, fire, fire, fire on my brain,
Fire, fire, fire....
[fades out]
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walk like walser
04:18
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Robert Otto Walser (15 April 1878 – 25 December 1956) was a German-speaking Swiss writer.
Walser is understood to be the missing link between Kleist and Kafka. "Indeed", writes Susan Sontag, "At the time [of Walser's writing], it was more likely to be Kafka [who was understood by posterity] through the prism of Walser. Robert Musil, another admirer among Walser's contemporaries, when he first read Kafka pronounced [Kafka's work] as, 'a peculiar case of the Walser type.'" Walser was admired early on by writers including Musil, Hermann Hesse, Stefan Zweig, Walter Benjamin and Franz Kafka, and was in fact better known in his lifetime than Kafka or Benjamin, for example, were known in their lifetimes.
Nevertheless, Walser was never able to support himself based on the meager income he made from his writings, and he worked as a copyist, an inventor's assistant, a butler and in various other low-paying trades. Despite marginal early success in his literary career, the popularity of his work gradually diminished over the second and third decades of the 20th century, making it increasingly difficult for him to support himself through writing. He eventually suffered a nervous breakdown, and spent the remainder of his life in sanatoriums, taking frequent long walks.
Walser loved long, lonely walks. On 25 December 1956 he was found, dead of a heart attack, in a field of snow near the asylum. The photographs of the dead walker in the snow are almost eerily reminiscent of a similar image of a dead man in the snow in Walser's first novel, Geschwister Tanner.
-- wikipedia
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