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Looking Through the Window
Front-Ranger:
Great, friend! I'm looking forward to seeing these when I get home from work!
Front-Ranger:
Chrissi, I love your window collection!
--- Quote from: Penthesilea on December 08, 2008, 12:40:24 pm ---More of Ennis looking through the window. (Gawd, I LOVE this pic *melts*)
Other view from same scene. Ennis is waiting for Jack.
Jack is coming, Ennis looking out of the window once more
When Jack is finally there, no window pane is seperating them
Instead, it is now Alma who is seperated from the going ons by a window pane
Ennis and Jack coming up into the flat; a window is seen next to Alma, the shades almost completely closed. You can only get a glimpse of what's going on outside. Just like the glimpse Alma saw of Ennis's and Jack's relationship.
Guess the glimpse was more than Alma ever wanted to see, she doesn't get and doesn't want to get the whole picture at this moment, thus the blinds are shut for the greatest part.
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BayCityJohn:
This is for Joseph
By Doug Spearman
There’s a scene in Brokeback Mountain that is almost too personal for me to watch. Heath Ledger is standing in Jake Gyllenhaal’s childhood bedroom. There is only one window, open half-way, looking out over a barren and seemingly endless landscape. A plastic pony sits on the window ledge, the only toy in the room. Under the window there’s a small, four-legged stool. It’s easy for me to imagine a little boy sitting at the one window that belongs to him, pretending to ride his horse over the horizon to something new, something different, something better. It’s easy for me, because I was that kind of little boy.
I just read portions of a suicide note. It was written by a 26 year old black man named Joseph Jefferson. He lived in New York. His windows looked out on the busiest most important city in the world, millions of people and the wealth of an empire all spread out before him, and he saw no hope. He hung himself because he couldn’t take not belonging. He couldn’t continue the fight for not just equality, but a place where he, as a black gay man fit in. I bet Joseph was that kind of boy, too.
Except my room was much nicer than the one in the movie and filled with toys. And instead of a depression-era landscape, I looked over a forest of maple and oak trees in Maryland. The feelings, however, were the same. How would I make it out of here? Who was going to love me?
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Penthesilea:
Happy *bump* week.
Front-Ranger:
A very good choice for bumping!
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