White Night

Harlots and
Hunted have pleasures of their own to give,
The vulgar herd can never understand.

Non Sum Qualis Eram Bonae Sub Regno Cynarae by Ernest Dowson

Last night, ah, yesternight, betwixt her lips and mine
There fell thy shadow, Cynara! thy breath was shed
Upon my soul between the kisses and the wine;
And I was desolate and sick of an old passion,
Yea, I was desolate and bowed my head:
I have been faithful to thee, Cynara! in my fashion.

All night upon mine heart I felt her warm heart beat,
Night-long within mine arms in love and sleep she lay;
Surely the kisses of her bought red mouth were sweet;
But I was desolate and sick of an old passion,
When I awoke and found the dawn was grey:
I have been faithful to thee, Cynara! in my fashion.

I have forgot much, Cynara! gone with the wind,
Flung roses, roses riotously with the throng,
Dancing, to put thy pale, lost lilies out of mind;
But I was desolate and sick of an old passion,
Yea, all the time, because the dance was long:
I have been faithful to thee, Cynara! in my fashion.

I cried for madder music and for stronger wine,
But when the feast is finished and the lamps expire,
Then falls thy shadow, Cynara! the night is thine;
And I am desolate and sick of an old passion,
Yea, hungry for the lips of my desire:
I have been faithful to thee, Cynara! in my fashion.

BLOOR CINEMA
Wait For Me and I Will Not Return
90 minutes| Miroslav Momcilovic | Serbia
9TH NEW SERBIAN FILM FESTIVAL The subject of this film is human obsession with a need for love. This is a story about the states that people get in when that love is not returned. Happiness in love has a foundation in physiology. People in love increasingly secrete endorphin, or "the hormone of happiness". Over time, the secreting eventually stops and life seems completely futile and meaningless. This is emotional addiction. It is why "getting off love" is as painful as "getting off" nicotine or some other drug.