Sunday, January 19, 2020

WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS
"About a little girl"

Knowledge defeats its own end
approaching the state of heaven
when it envisions
through the glass
delicately adjusted in the
sliding tubes
        —to prove death inevitable—
the red and blue dots
of anilene stained blood which
shout derisively at our despair

But the child
walks laughing from
room to room of her gentle home

She is eleven and
her parents love her very much

Over her
the trees hold their leaves
dripping with the rain
shining green

This afternoon she will ride in the bus
to the railroad station

There will be a locomotive
and cars and people running around—
bags to carry—The lake
beckons in the distance—
                        But
she is an angel, already in
heaven, the earth

is a toy balloon under her feet—

with her girlish shoes she
pushes it back—
it falls away into banality—
her wrinkling brown eyes have robbed it
of its meaning—
                It is she

The Promenader—
whom men see and do not discover—

Princess Marion
eaten by curious wrongs

Saturday, January 18, 2020

Z. P. G.

Michael Campus
USA | Denmark, 1972

Friday, January 17, 2020


Pardon me.

Do you have a few moments to talk about our lords and saviors, the great horned forest gods of Northern Europe that appeared almost a thousand years after y'alls little white Egyptian baby?

Oh, you haven't heard the good news? Then I am so gosh darn happy to have this opportunity to share.








[Can I just have the pamphlet please?]

THE LETTER

William Wyler
USA, 1940
W. S. MERWIN
"The Nails"

I gave you sorrow to hang on your wall
Like a calendar in one color.
I wear a torn place on my sleeve.
It isn’t as simple as that.

Between no place of mine and no place of yours
You’d have thought I’d know the way by now
Just from thinking it over.
Oh I know
I’ve no excuse to be stuck here turning
Like a mirror on a string,
Except it’s hardly credible how
It all keeps changing.
Loss has a wider choice of directions
Than the other thing.

As if I had a system
I shuffle among the lies
Turning them over, if only
I could be sure what I’d lost.
I uncover my footprints, I
Poke them till the eyes open.
They don’t recall what it looked like.
When was I using it last?
Was it like a ring or a light
Or the autumn pond
Which chokes and glitters but
Grows colder?
It could be all in the mind. Anyway
Nothing seems to bring it back to me.

And I’ve been to see
Your hands as trees borne away on a flood,
The same film over and over,
And an old one at that, shattering its account
To the last of the digits, and nothing
And the blank end.

The lightning has shown me the scars of the future.

I’ve had a long look at someone
Alone like a key in a lock
Without what it takes to turn.

It isn’t as simple as that.

Winter will think back to your lit harvest
For which there is no help, and the seed
Of eloquence will open its wings
When you are gone.
But at this moment
When the nails are kissing the fingers good-bye
And my only
Chance is bleeding from me,
When my one chance is bleeding,
For speaking either truth or comfort
I have no more tongue than a wound.
THE JUNIPER TREE

Nietzchka Keene
Iceland, 1990


FEDERICO GARCÍA LORCA
"Dawn"

Dawn in New York has
four columns of mire
and a hurricane of black pigeons
splashing in the putrid waters.

Dawn in New York groans
on enormous fire escapes
searching between the angles
for spikenards of drafted anguish.

Dawn arrives and no one receives it in his mouth
because morning and hope are impossible there.
And sometimes the furious swarming coins
penetrate like drills and devour abandoned children.

Those who got out early know in their bones
there will be no paradise or loves that bloom and die;
they know they will be mired in numbers and laws,
in mindless games, in fruitless labors.

The light is buried beneath chains and noises,
an important warning to rootless science.
And crowds stagger sleeplessly through the boroughs
as if they had just escaped a shipwreck of blood.


     Translated by Greg Simon and Steven L. White

Thursday, January 16, 2020

GOT PARTS?
An Insider's Guide to Managing Life Successfully with Dissociative Identity Disorder

ATW

CARNIVAL ROW
Season One

Travis Beacham, René Echevarria, Stephanie K. Smith
USA, 2019
MARGARET MEAD
Culture and Commitment: A Study of the Generation Gap

Instead of being presented with stereotypes by age, sex, color, class, or religion, children must have the opportunity to learn that within each range, some people are loathsome and some are delightful.

Wednesday, January 15, 2020


PAURA NELLA CITTÀ DEI MORTI VIVENTI
-
CITY OF THE LIVING DEAD

Lucio Fulci
Italy, 1980

QUELLA VILLA ACCANTO AL CIMITERO
-
THE HOUSE BY THE CEMETERY

Lucio Fulci
Italy, 1981
RYŌKAN

you must rise above
the gloomy clouds
covering the mountaintop
otherwise, how will you
ever see the brightness? 

Tuesday, January 14, 2020


عفريتة هانم
AFRITA HANEM

LITTLE MISS DEVIL
aka THE LADY GENIE

Hinri Barakat & Yusuf Maloof
Egypt, 1949

Why is science - and why are those "educated" scientists - so hell-bent on making the WhiteBabyJesus™cry and leading mankind into eternal damnation?

There is a book.

FEMALE ON THE BEACH

Joseph Pevney
USA, 1955
TOMAS TRANSTRÖMER
“Two Cities”

Each on its own side of a strait, two cities
one plunged into darkness, under enemy control.
In the other the lamps are burning.
The luminous shore hypnotizes the blacked-out one.

I swim out in a trance
on the glittering dark waters.
A muffled tuba-blast breaks in.
It’s a friend’s voice, take your grave and go.

Monday, January 13, 2020

RAINER MARIA RILKE
"To Say For Going To Sleep"

I would like to sing someone to sleep,
by someone to sit and be,
I would like to rock you and croon you to sleep
and attend you in slumber and out.
I would like to be the only one in the house
who would know: The night was cold.
And you would like to hearken within and without
to you, to the world, to the woods,—
The clocks call striking to each other,
and one sees to the bottom of time.
And below a strange man passes yet
and rouses a strange dog.
Behind that comes stillness. I have laid
my eyes upon you wide;
they hold you gently and let you go
when something stirs in the dark.


Translated by M.D. Hester Norton

6 DONNE PER L'ASSASSINO
-
BLOOD AND BLACK LACE

Mario Bava
Italy, 1964

UNA SULL'ALTRA

ONE ON TOP OF THE OTHER
aka PERVERSION STORY

Lucio Fulci
Italy, 1969





Sunday, January 12, 2020


THE SUSTANCE
Albert Hofmann's LSD

Martin Witz
Germany, 2011
FRANZ KAFKA
The Metamorphosis

A short time passed; Gregor lay there prostrate; all around, things were quiet, perhaps that was a good sign. Then the doorbell rang.

SPIRITUAL GROWTH WITH ENTHEOGENS
Psychoactive Sacrementals and Human Transformation

Thomas B. Roberts, Editor

Huston Smith, Stanislav Grof, Albert Hofmann

Saturday, January 11, 2020


YR YMADAWIAD
-
THE PASSING

Gareth Bryn
Wales, 2015

WITHOUT NAME

Lorcan Finnegan
Ireland, 2016
CARL SAGAN
Varieties of Scientific Experience

Does trying to understand the universe at all betray a lack of humility? I believe it is true that humility is the only just response in a confrontation with the universe, but not a humility that prevents us from seeking the nature of the universe we are admiring. If we seek that nature, then love can be informed by truth instead of being based on ignorance or self-deception. If a Creator God exists, would He or She or It or whatever the appropriate pronoun is, prefer a kind of sodden blockhead who worships while understanding nothing? Or would He prefer His votaries to admire the real universe in all its intricacy? I would suggest that science is, at least in part, informed worship.

Friday, January 10, 2020


SOME GUY WHO KILLS PEOPLE

Jack Perez
USA, 2011
GOD'S OWN COUNTRY

Francis Lee
UK, 2017
DJUNA BARNES
Nightwood

"I used to think," Nora said, "that people just went to sleep, or if they did not go to sleep that they were themselves, but now" - she lit a cigarette and her hand trembled - "now I see that the night does something to a person’s identity, even when asleep."

Thursday, January 9, 2020


TRANFERTS

Olivier Guignard, Antoine Charreyron
France, 2018


MARGARET MEAD

It seems to me very important to continue to distinguish between two evils. It may be necessary temporarily to accept a lesser evil, but one must never label a necessary evil as good.
[UNKNOWN]

Seeing someone reading a book you love is seeing a book recommending a person.


Wednesday, January 8, 2020


GHOST STORIES

Zoya Akhtar, Dibakar Banerjee, Karan Johar, Anurag Kashyap
India, 2019
THE LIGHTHOUSE

Robert Eggers,
Canada, 2029
SAMUEL BECKETT
Malone Dies

The turmoil of the day freezes in a thousand absurd postures.

Tuesday, January 7, 2020

JAMES BALDWIN
The Paris Review, Interview 1984

I don’t try to be prophetic, as I don’t sit down to write literature. It is simply this: a writer has to take all the risks of putting down what he sees. No one can tell him about that. No one can control that reality. It reminds me of something Pablo Picasso was supposed to have said to Gertrude Stein while he was painting her portrait. Gertrude said, “I don’t look like that.” And Picasso replied, “You will.” And he was right.

Monday, January 6, 2020


ATIYE

(Ridiculously renamed by Netflix as THE GIFT)

Gonenc Uyanik, Ozan Açiktan (dir.)
Turkey, 2019
流浪地球
-
THE WANDERING EARTH

Frant Gwo
China, 2019
SAMUEL BECKETT
Happy Days

Strange feeling that someone is looking at me. I am clear, then dim, then gone, then dim again, then clear again, and so on, back and forth, in and out of someone’s eye.

Sunday, January 5, 2020


AD ASTRA

James Gray
USA, 2019


JOHN BARTH
"Night-Sea Journey"

Very likely I have lost my senses. The carnage at our setting out; our decimation by whirlpool, poisoned cataract, sea-convulsion; the panic stampedes, mutinies, slaughters, mass suicides; the mounting evidence that none will survive the journey―add to these anguish and fatigue; it were a miracle if sanity stayed afloat. Thus I admit, with the other possibilities, that the present sweetening and calming of the sea, and what seems to be a kind of vasty presence, song, or summons from the near upstream, may be hallucinations of disordered sensibility.

Saturday, January 4, 2020




STAR WARS IX
The Rise of Skywalker

J. J. Abrams
USA, 2019
JOHN STEINBECK

We work in our own darkness a great deal with little real knowledge of what we are doing.

Friday, January 3, 2020


JUDY

USA, 2019


Ah, the days of the epic Tumblr dash sync.
JEAN COCTEAU

Without resistance you can do nothing.

Thursday, January 2, 2020


Christopher Lee

MESSIAH

Michael Petroni
USA, 2020
MARGARET MEAD
Culture and Commitment: A Study of the Generation Gap

Nobody has ever before asked the nuclear family to live all by itself in a box the way we do. With no relatives, no support, we've put it in an impossible situation.

Wednesday, January 1, 2020


SHIVERS

David Cronenberg
Canada, 1975


GOD TOLD ME TO

Larry Cohen
USA, 1976
GWENDOLYN BROOKS
"The Boy Died in My Alley"

          to Running Boy

The Boy died in my alley
without my Having Known.
Policeman said, next morning,
"Apparently died Alone."

"You heard a shot?" Policeman said.
Shots I hear and Shots I hear.
I never see the Dead.

The Shot that killed him yes I heard
as I heard the Thousand shots before;
careening tinnily down the nights
across my years and arteries.

Policeman pounded on my door.
"Who is it?" "POLICE!" Policeman yelled.
"A Boy was dying in your alley.
A Boy is dead, and in your alley.
And have you known this Boy before?"

I have known this Boy before.
I have known this boy before, who ornaments my alley.
I never saw his face at all.
I never saw his futurefall.
But I have known this Boy.

I have always heard him deal with death.
I have always heard the shout, the volley.
I have closed my heart-ears late and early.
And I have killed him ever.

I joined the Wild and killed him
with knowledgeable unknowing.
I saw where he was going.
I saw him Crossed. And seeing,
I did not take him down.

He cried not only "Father!"
but "Mother!
Sister!
Brother."
The cry climbed up the alley.
It went up to the wind.
It hung upon the heaven
for a long
stretch-strain of Moment.

The red floor of my alley
is a special speech to me.

YATAO
"Song of Soulshine"

-----





Tuesday, December 31, 2019


Отава Ё (Otava Yo)

Про Ивана 
("About Ivan")

Monday, December 30, 2019

SAMUEL BECKETT
Molloy

My life, my life, now I speak of it as of something over, now as of a joke which still goes on, and it is neither, for at the same time it is over and it goes on, and is there any tense for that?
I think the tall one already did.

Sunday, December 29, 2019

GABRIEL GARCIA MÁRQUEZ
One Hundred Years of Solitude

Gaston was not only a fierce lover, with endless wisdom and imagination, but he was also, perhaps, the first man in the history of the species who had made an emergency landing and had come close to killing himself and his sweetheart simply to make love in a field of violets.

Saturday, December 28, 2019


SHIGERU UMEBAYASHI
In the Mood for Love

Original Score for the film by Wong Kar-Wai
Watercolor by Gao Xingjian

Delightful.
Gorgeous.
Simple.
Whimsical.
Gentle.
Counter-intuitive.
Appropriate.
JACK LONDON

The proper function of man is to live, not to exist. I shall not waste my days in trying to prolong them.

I shall use my time living.

Friday, December 27, 2019


The thought that "Lolita" is dead at 73 is just fucking weird.
SAM SHEPARD
Action

Could you create some reason for me to move? Some justification for me to find myself somewhere else?




Thursday, December 26, 2019

CASE
Season One
Ritual of Abduction

Baldvin Z
Iceland, 2015
JOHN FOWLES from The Magus

“The human race is unimportant. It is the self that must not be betrayed.“

“I suppose one could say that Hitler didn’t betray his self.”

“You are right. He did not. But millions of Germans did betray their selves. That was the tragedy. Not that one man had the courage to be evil. But that millions had not the courage to be good.”

David Colin Onze