04/19/2006
Matt Dillon in Details
Matt Dillon is still sexy after 27 years in acting, although the cover shot Details gives him this month is decidedly unflattering. Jeff Johnson starts his interview of the actor off with an arresting image: "I wrapped a towel around my bloody cock," Matt Dillon says, "and called the doctor." Turns out it's just a cock tease after all (a line from Dillon's latest film), but it's certainly the most head-turning interview answer I've heard since "I’m going to eat the cord and the placenta right there."
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i've *loved* Matt Dillon since The Outsiders. he's never seemingly involved, and so i wonder about his orientation. but yeah, that Details cover is fugly.
Posted by: gordon | Apr 19, 2006 11:42:06 AM
I first fell in love with him in Little Darlings.
Posted by: Chad Hanging | Apr 20, 2006 1:04:06 AM
Matt's going to be in SF at the SF International Film Festival this Saturday showing his new film, Factotum. I'm gonna get to meet him! :)
Posted by: Hao Anh Le | Apr 20, 2006 3:40:26 AM
Matt is my love
Posted by: lucienne | Apr 20, 2006 4:30:28 AM
I have been a fan since Matt's first movie "Over The Edge" that most people haven't seen but he had something more than good looks even back then. It will take way more than a bad magazine cover to knock him down. Bring it on.
Posted by: Darcy | Apr 20, 2006 12:29:32 PM
i love gay me lets have sex?
Posted by: matt | Jun 11, 2007 11:31:41 AM
Matt era el legitimo sucesor de Brando y Berenguer: belleza, talento, sedución , aura y temperamento carísmatico, con suficiente técnica actoral para haber quedado en la historia como numero uno.
Fué mal aprovechado , pero aún si guionistas y directores con clase -dejando a un lado a Coppola -, le dieran grandes oportunidades sería el que en realidad es y fué.
No solo un bello rostro sino todo un actor de relieve.
Oscar Portela
Corrientes
Argentina
Posted by: Oscar Portela | Aug 17, 2007 2:24:15 AM
FLAME
From de Gays Boys
por Oscar Portela
Translations: Antonio Carrizo
This explosion of roses of the air this flame of roses
like lips open in the air and that don't say anything
with the only language of the pink getting drunk
in the pure succession of the pink
that falls and stands up femenine and virile without more sex
that the secret whisper making love
by himself admired by the cock of the nap
by the invisible lark that sings on the pond of pure azur.
Here I am burning me in light blue fire
shaken in the whisper of the islands
where occult Gods polished the arteries of the day!
Will the pink come to look for me?
Will I burn again in the thirsty tenderness of the tree
when desire had polished my eyelids and my mouth?
Will my body still chant when your body
sing in Orpheus this explosion of pinks in the Air?
Oscar Portela
Argentina
KISS
lsn't the twilight falling on the river
like lilac and like
a kiss of a hung man? lsn't execution
in the pain of the lilac, in the suppuration of the lilac
and in its biblical exudations, enshrouding the twilight
with the rosary of innumerable deaths?
Silent ardor of the lilac! Somnambulist pain and secret joy
like the pain and the inexcrutable trills of the bird in the soul!
What does it whisper to the ear of flesh?
Wnat strips in you, what changes?
Aren’t you the purification of the rose,
the lamentation of the rose that now faints in anguish,
it becomes pain, becomes world within?
lsn't there a violet light, a light of a proud lilac,
croak of a sibyl for other revelations?
lsn't it of lilac and also more perfect and more deep,
even more alive in the death that grows in its splendor
and in its great kiss of a hung man?
Aren't we others in October in front of the violent river and
of the passerby disorder that in way of lilac
it deepens in mystery?
Isnt it still more dense the light and fertile the earth
under the kiss of the lilac to the tireness of the lilac its cortege
of shadows?
Wasn't it another fecundity, more sovereign, that of the dead
in exile of the heart, crown
of a more lethal and sumptuous lilac than the voluptuousness
of September?
Drink twilight
over the river and willpower over your deaths
in the great kiss of a distilled hung man
in the lilac revelations, more briefly
in the sumptuous fertility of death!
Oscar Portela
Argentina
GIVING
I donate to you the miracle of being, oh, appeared!
You're Epiphany, bright jealousy that the desire lift
above the blazing foam of the night that is keeping vigil.
You will never wait enough to forget and praise
what has no name. You take off from me the name
and the word that names I dispossessed of the World.
Oh appeard, fleeting and radiant as lightning
in the twilight of speech, I am Giving!
Pure desire in the confine of the Verb, today flown from me
dispossessed of everything and naked from me, only silence
explodes and overwhelms me, sweet giving of love,
pure aurora of the Being never Appeared,
in the radiant infinity of the Name.
Oscar Portela
Argentina
and the old Matt
Posted by: Oscar Portela | Aug 28, 2007 11:46:51 AM
Oscar Portela y un nuevo libro en Linea
Nuevo libro en Red del gran escritor Argentino estrenado por Norma Segadés Manías en la dirección siguiente donde cualquiera puede consultarlo:
En Carne Viva
http://encarnesvivas.blogspot.com/
de Oscar Portela
Introducción
" la sangre es el semen perdido/
el semen la sangre destilada"....
Ricardo Mosquera Eastman
James Marsden
como el pan y el Vino
poema de Oscar Portela
Tú me mueves,
tu me levantas,
tu me vuelves ingrávido a las hiervas,
tu me devuelves dinastías antiguas,
- realezas dormidas -,
tu, James Marsden,
surgido de las áureas regiones
rasgas mi corazón
y lo abres a los espacios
cósmicos de los antiguos
mitos, a los cetros de
diamantes y el oro del Paytity,
tu, hermoso como el sol
de Chichen Itza,
- eternamente joven
como el sonido del agua
sobre la piedra....
tu, ojo del omnisciente,
centro del Universo,
pones alas a mi corazón
sexo al habla de mi boca,
y miel a mi frente.
Deste modo el mundo ya no es solo mundo
sino diamante de infinitos caras
y un solo centro,
y tu el centro sin centro
de la cósmica fuerza
que ahora mismo hace girar
mis manos en torno de tu nombre,
y me devuelves al sagrado fuego
de la libertad que me hace verdadero
y de la verdad que me hace libre
para el ser y la desposesión de todo,
entre los brazos del amado.
James, perfecto, adorado
como el Edén perdido,
laberintos de Dedalus,
tu cuerpo – templo para mil sacrificios
en aras de la aurora está a la mano
ahora como la recobrada vid
en sangre, semen , vino,
y este recuperado sentido de la tierra .
Oscar Portela
Corrientes 31 de octubre de 2007
Matt sigue siendo el más bello!
Oscar
Posted by: Oscar Portela | Nov 10, 2007 12:30:34 AM
LEO PEIXOTO
de Oscar Portela
Um felino agachado
entre as árvores
um animal feroz e fabuloso
uma lenda surgida da espuma
do desejo carnal que arde
nos sonhos, tua perfeição
feroz de fuga e duelo
a ousadia de ser parte de um duelo
na qual tu como Fênix
levas tesouros guardados em tua
garganta
de tigre e semental
o mais formoso
habitante de todos os desejos:
Quem fala por tua espinha dorsal?
E por tua frente,
Por tuas pernas
Vergas de tornozelos com pulseiras
douradas do mítico mistério
que se estreita na cintura escultural
que eleva o tórax mais perfeito
que conhece o escultor fecundo
em seu elemento,
fascinado por ti
vertiginoso, como a fonte pura
de tua fronte e teu rosto de enigma
e de mistério, Leo Peixoto,
tigre e sombra que o poeta
teme nomear para
evitar a profanação dos
templos, lacrados pelos deuses
que alimentam a escarpada cabeça
com que investes e rompes
o equilíbrio do hexâmetro
oh tu, Leo Peixoto
O animal do luxo e a ferocidade?
Leo Peixoto que seduz e mata
A quem mira teus olhos de serpente
O pecado está em ti: tu o sustentas.
E minha carne é a tua e é meu sangue
o que bebes como elixir para seguir
guardando os tesouros que
povos idumeus deixaram
em tuas garras tão perfeitas
como teus lábios de animal
e de homem pois tu és
o mítico e o novo,
o ser que resplandece em
tua cintura frágil
e teus pômulos fontes
aonde bebem e afogam
as pombas pousadas
na fonte do mítico mistério
que rodeia com uma aura de luz
beleza plena
20 de Dezembro de 2007
Corrientes -Argentina
Posted by: 0scar Portela | Jan 25, 2008 4:20:51 PM
Rex Pachuta
Poema de Oscar Portela
En verdad eres solo desocultamiento
que enceguece por su hermosura
de primavera que se repite
en los almendros florecidos,
y es tu rostro de puresa y encanto
un adagio para poetas solitarios.
Oh joven Dios, oh Rex, me rindo ante
tus plantas y beso con pasión
inacabable la piel dorada
del tallo que florece
entre tus piernas solitario
y abres mares, solsticios,
haciendo amanecer un sol nuevo
en las vidas y en tu boca
que es aurora de labios
como pétalos tú haces
amanecer toda pasión
mortal mirifica y sálvifica.
RYAN Reynolds
Poema de oscar Portela
Esa es la presición de la escultura
que siempre estuvo allí
para adórala en carne y mármol
y agotarnos en ella.
Ryan Reynolds el Dios
por Oscar Portela
Oh tu mirada que penetra
y cala, tus sensuales labios
donde liban mis labios
los sueños de lo eterno,
tu magnifica frente
de Partenón abierta hacia
los Dioses, hazme tu esclavo,
libérame de la osadía
de ser mortal matándome
de amor y de pecados.
Salvatore
poema de Oscar Portela
Antiguo y siempre "recomenzado"
mar, - amor- oh Salvatore, redímenos
entre tus brazos
de todo tiempo los tesoro ocultos
entre los pliegues
de tu cuerpo.
David Galindo
poema de Oscar Portela
Amanece. El día efímero
se eterniza en tu cuerpo.
Andersson Schneider
poema de Oscar Portela
Infinita belleza
jamás abandonada
a la intemperie
tú lo devoras todo
y nunca eres igual
a tus espejos.
Daniel Crouch y el mito
poema de Oscar Portela
Solo nombrarlo nos borraría
desta tierra
tanta la plenitud
de su belleza.
Andrew
poema de Oscar Portela
Apolo no retorna. Andrew es su
templo y su via: su cuerpo es la lira
del dios de vida y muerte.
Daniel Costa
poema de Oscar Portela
Ni las doradas Islas de Angra
donde brillan las perlas
en el azul del mar
caben en la belleza del mancebo
que exhala del aliento de Eros
en su naciente y ya madura aurora,
el incontaminado aliento de su sexo.
Oscar Portela
Posted by: 0scar Portela | Feb 15, 2008 11:36:37 PM