TPJ Oscar Predictions

Well, how ye getting on?

I’ve been more excited by the Oscar awards more so this year because let’s face it, there’s been nothing else to do in lockdown.

  1. Best Picture: Nomadland

2. Best Director: Chloe Zhao

3. Best Actress in a Leading Role: Carey Mulligan

4. Best Actor in a Leading Role: Chadwick Boseman

5. Best Actor in a Supporting Actor: Daniel Kaluuya

6. Best Actress in a Supporting Role: Yuh-jung Youn

7. Best Original Screenplay: Sound of Metal

8. Best Adapted Screenplay: Nomadland

9. Best International Feature: Another Round

10. Best Song: Husavik (My Home Town)

11. Best Original Score: Soul

12. Best Animated Feature: Soul

13. Best Documentary Feature: My Octopus friend

14. Best Short Documentary: Collete

15. Best Live Action Short Film: Feeling Through

16. Best Cinematography: Mank

17. Best Animated Short Film: I Anything Happens, I love you

18. Best Film Editing: Sound of Metal

19. Best Make-Up and Hairstyling: Ma-Rainey’s Black Bottom Band

20. Best Costume Design: Mank

21. Best Sound Design: Sound of Metal

22. Best Visual Effects: Tenet

23. Best Production Design: Mank

Have a lovely day, wherever you may be. Hopefully the sun is shining on ya. Good luck tonight

Brian (TPJ x)

Où est Moli – Poem

French Poem #LoveLanguageLearning

Mes vêtements sont par terre, ma tête est sous la douche donc qua la pluie peut emporter mes pensees inquietes

Où est Moli, j’siffle et me douche. J’ai devais la donner Parce que je n’avais pa’s le temps.

Je suis un garçon idiot Parce que maintenant tu es triste et je ne voulais pas ça.

Peut-etre qu’elle est avec druides ou des cloches… bon, Peut-etre qu’elle veut aussi venir. Bon chance enfin, puet-etre qu’elle veut venir.

Mon esprit est ailleurs, plein desireux de nous enlaver leurs chaussures rouges pendant quelques here’s. Voici ton soutien-gorge délicatés, magnifiquement réalisé. J’en ai presque besoin d’un aussi, mais jamais pour travail

Pardon, Mais à partir de maintenant jusqu’à ce soir, je dois m’entraîner comme et avec nos ancêtres et m’inquiéter d’une évasion du public. Nous aidons dans les arts en apprenant avec enthousiasme mais a partir de maintenant. Le travail acharné est un jeu mais aussi un travail acharné.

Je me lave et je pense bêtement trop, l’eau aide.

J’apprécie votre présence ici mais, j’apprécie egalement votre ouverture et votre confiance, etcetera, et j’apprende de vous, votre présence est comme’un cadeau.

J’adore aussi ton ecriture, vous etes inspirant.

Passez une bonne journee et tendu crossé devant au lieu d’arabesque en relevé et Ils ont tellement de chance de travailler avec vous ceux

Alors Moli, my dog of four years ago, Où est Moli… Moli est dans la cuisine. Oh non non, oui, maintenant je me souviens qu’elle s’est retournée. J’espère qu’elle est heureuse dans sa nouvelle maison.

Non non, oui, J’ai pleuré quand je l’ai rendue. Parce que je n’avais pa’s le temps non plus.

Et je pleure encore.

Un Encore n’en vaut pa’s la peine parfois.

16.02.2021

Trust

Trust – An Ode to An Post

Trust

– An Ode to An Post – 9.2.2021

Here’s a poem for An Post,  and it’s brave men and women,  a public valued service that I love like a cold to warm, lovely linen.

Here’s a gentle nod to an phoist,  who smile as I walk in,  to collect our mail from our custom that has been given

And held and organised well by them and then delivered really safely, the present bought with hard earned punts, that will make Sharon smile bravely

Between the bull fights and fiestas, between the drinking and the phone, between the hugs and kisses of parted lovers, between feeling loved, and alone

They rise before the cocks crow, drive sleepily to their dance floor, Caring for my precious packages or Nicely driving them to my door.

I guess what I have learned,  is I fully trust the Post. I fully trust the pen pal,  and I fully trust the rust.

I fully trust the ink whereupon,  I know the problems they’ve been set, but they still found a way to get me my Granny’s let.

I fully trust the delivery because I trust the hand that held page,  I fully trust the postman,  because they smash it on their stage.

I trust the light green uniform. I trust the light green van I trust the postal woman. I trust my post man

I trust the light green uniform  I smile when I see it, I bought a package from China And I really, really need it

A wise flitting bird once wrote, as serious as a German, that ‘the best way to find out you can trust someone is to trust them’ – PM Herman

That’s the name of my postman, She’s like a relation, Alas she has no time for my cup of tea So Molly barks her away to her next smile creation ❤️ 

A Half-Filled Cup of Coffee

If you have a half-filled cup of coffee, or tea for that matter, It means that you are working strong and have too much noisy chatter

inside your head while you work, to succeed at your grind, or chess game where you work out moves from your fast fantastic mind.

A half-full cup of coffee means you needed a’lil break at that time, or a soothing cup of tea would help slow the over active chime.

But when it filled and some was drank, you went right back to your game deployed. And left her standing strong and full, to help again if you get annoyed.

So you’ve reached the level Half a Cup, if one’s heart needs help drink the other half Cup.

I Woke Up This Morning Angry

    I woke up this morning angry, but my soul felt alight, all thoughts came rushing out my mouth, just gagging for a fight.

    I woke up angry at our big family and the world, and all the pain they’ve caused, I woke up and spat out these thinks, no time for coffee paused.

    So these thoughts came out in words, unwilling to stay within my mind, They rushed into my messy room, not sure what they would find.

    They flooded up my bedroom fast, then made their way downstairs. They filled up my red coffee cup and healed its wavered cares.

    So they’re out now in the air around and I’m scared to open up the door, Because when they make their way outside, they won’t be with me any more.

    And I like them here. I almost need them here.

    I woke up this morning angry, and my soul felt alight. It was like my dreams had been too much and they called reality out into an Alleys fight.

    Because the real world can be so cruel… to you, and me, and her, it has kicked you, smashed me, knocked us back from the time that we met sir.

    She’s a girl who cared about us, but only less than just one whip. She talked and talked then broke your heart. Not for your soul she did not give one ship.

    And the world is pained with selfish men, who dig it until it’s done, and nat’ral resources are picked off, for greedy, selfish fun.

    So I woke up this morning angry, and I put them down onto this page. The world just seems so beautiful but it’s breaking on this stage

    In front of us as we watch, and clap and then realise,

    that Ireland and India, Mexico (New Zealand) have things right, work hard, in friendship, never despise.

    So now I’m not that angry, I think I’ve gotten them out and fret, but if you ever need to shout your dreams, do it early so you won’t forget.

    And if you can indulge me one bit of advice, Be Nice…

    And never be afraid to release care, Thoughts are won’ful, but not hurt inside there.