+Lady Plush films choice for July + St Leonards Film Club

St Leonards Film Club
Hastings Arts Forum, 36 Marina, St Leonards-On-Sea

Programme

July 2009

present

Saturday 11th July
St Leonards Festival

In conjunction with the festival St Leonards Film Club
http://stleonardsfestival.co.uk/2009/06/14/st-leonards-festival-2009/

8pm

Will be showing a truly British cult movie...

"We are the mods we are the mods we are we are we are the mods!"

QUADROPHENIA
(Dir.Frank Roddam,1979)
With Phil Daniels, Leslie Ash, Ray Winstone, Sting.
Director Franc Roddam has brought us an array of young British acting talents who bring back London's nineteen-sixties Mods and Rockers.
Set against the soundtrack of The Who's 1973 mighty concept album "Quadrophenia", Phil Daniels plays working-class Jimmy, the drug-induced Mod, who hates his job and is misunderstood by his parents.
But by night, he comes alive, with the all-nighters, his pills and his scooter-riding friends. Always on a high, life can't get any better.
Then there's the Brighton scooter run, where both Mods and Rockers converge, ending in the battle of the cults on Brighton Beach. What goes up must come down, and with Jimmy's come-down, his life is turned around, and so begins his four-faceted mindset: Quadrophenia.
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Cine Italia
Saturday 25th July

8pm

And the Ship Sails On...
(Dir. Federico Fellini, Italy 1984,127 minutes, Italian with English subtitles)
In Fellini’s quirky, imaginative fable, a motley crew of European aristocrats (and a lovesick rhinoceros!) board a luxurious ocean liner on the eve of World War I to scatter the ashes of a beloved opera diva.
Fabricated entirely in Rome’s famed Cinecittà studios, And the Ship Sails On (E la nave va) reaches spectacular new visual heights with its stylized re-creation of a decadent bygone era. A Fellini's must see.


St Leonards Film Club
Please note: for those interested in becoming members of the St Leonards Film Club the annual membership is £10 payable in cash or cheque on the nights or by post
with SAE to Plush Productions, 8 Emmanuel Road, Hastings TN34 3LB.
This will allow you discounts and access to all events.
For those interested in History of film/film analysis/film language and Italian/French
language tuitions or workshops (1 to 1 and/or groups) tailored cultural/art/ film trips ring curator/co-ordinator.Film Bookings on 01424 428927 or email info@plushproductions.co.uk

+ THE PLUSH VOICE + LADY PLUSH + JULY POEMS

LADY UDBRILIA PLUSH POEMS FOR JULY 2009

(3 EXTRACTS FROM 'POEMS FROM THE BOTTOM OF MY SURFACE', ALBION PERIOD)

1) 'COSMIC WITCH'

She comes from outer space
She wishes other's grace
She comes flying on her broom
Maliciously mental...
(she wonders....)
She scratches her head when she's thinking
or rather disappointed...
She bangs her feet on the floor whenever she's annoyed,
impatient or getting angry.
She watches around to see if things are matching.
She smiles at people when she's pleased,
otherwise she leaves and goes hiding behind the clouds or behind her face...
She frowns when things go wrong or not quite like she wishes...
She puffs when she can't have what she wants;
She never lies and quick she flies intensely high.
She sees and watches every moves...
She listen and weights every word.
She carries cosmic truth, Venus moods,
Mars falls and shiny Mercury...
She frequently guesses others' wishes...
She witches around..
creating things from nothing,
filling the gap of the unbearable void...
Make a wish...
I'm the Cosmic Witch! (London 21st March 1999)

2 ) 'I'M IN LOVE WITH LOVE'

I've never met the one that...
...and I suppose I never will...
Why?
Because the real one does not exist!
It does not exist!
That inflated feeling...
that misused word...
it's too beautiful, too rare, too deep,
too pure, too true to be true!
An uncontrollable rapture..
just one glance for a chance...
Intriguing understanding...
just one thought and it's ...
sheer emotion..
It's a symphony of souls,
an impressive fusion of say: yes!!!!!!
Elementary mental, exciting communication
...a shy, voluptuous pain,
sweet tears, lovely fears...
a discreet, sensuous, magic potion,
with one big goal:
One for two, two for one and...
friends for all!!!
It's a never ending source of energy!
always fresh, always warm!
Inspiring magnet, harmonious matter!
Where are you?!
I would give you everything!!!!!
Always crispy, always busy, always thirsty....
.. no need to tell you because I can read you...
just one look and I love you ...
lasting passion
contagious involvement...
secret happiness...
totally enchanted...
There's no hope,
I'm in love, love, love...
with love.

Date: Always...(London 1999)

3) 'MURKY LOVERS'

After having been severely provoked and put in a state of crisis
he screams at HER who's sitting on the bed:
" I don't know if I SHOULD strangle you or TAKE you!!!"
She murkily replies:
"STRANGLE me and then TAKE me or
TAKE me and then STRANGLE me!
In the first case you would be a NECROphile,
in the second a MURDerous SEX maniac!"

At this point he throws himself on her
and penetrates her with outstanding vigour!
She comes all at once screaming in full glory.

(London 2000)

+ PLUSH POEMS + LADY UDBRILIA PLUSH IN ALBION LAND

3 Extracts from my collection
'POEMS FROM THE BOTTOM OF MY SURFACE'


1ST POEM

'SPONGE'


'I M A SPONGE...

I SUCK ...

THE
JUICE

OF

ZE
WORLD!
SQUEEZE ME SQUEEZE ME! YOU CAN HAVE IT TOO!'

Lady Udbrilia Plush, London, Winter 1998



2ND POEM

''Hi shadows!'

'Oh, it's night again, and I walk on the narrow road but...
I am never all alone!'
"Why are you always following me?
You stupid dark parrots!
Didn't I tell you to stay out of the way?
Don't you have a mind of your own?
Don't you have somewhere else to go?
Always copying what I do.
Always walking where I go!
Always staring from that wall!
Oh no, I can't cope with you,
no, I can't bear your silent moves anymore!

Sometimes you scare me to death!
sometimes you do threat my health!

It's not fair, jumping out of the corner before me!
...followed by my clones behind me!
...lying in ambush when it's my turn!

No and no, I won't play with you no more, find another soul to worn!
Say good bye and leave me alone!

Oh I am home!'

...and next day again at night...

Now I walk, in my thoughts there're no shadows anymore...
...but my truly mine again...
come to share my steps with me...
saying: "Hello, my dear, we are yours...
we are here! how are you?",
and I say:" Hi, I am fine, I walk, and you?",
"Well, we are fine and we walk too!!!"

LADY UDBRILIA PLUSH, London, March '99


3rd poem

TO A HATED BOSS...

'HEART OF FUR'

'He had black eyes, black like the arshole of a horse!
He had hair like matresses
Compact mass of woollen material
He had a heart made of fur
Plenty of ticks its anus
In the place of a ass he had a couch made of lead...
heavy like his inconsistent head!

In the place of a brain he had a pocket calculator
Made of pumice stone
Porous and light, with no memory, with no story

Heart of fur bossed around in vain
because I hated him indeed and
I use to spit my slobber in its tea
and watching him drinking it I wickedly delighted myself!'


LADY UDBRILIA PLUSH, London, 1998


more next month...

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