Thursday, October 31, 2019


Tobe Hooper
USA, 1974

Fred Walton
USA, 1979

Nothing like being in a dream, then waking up to a nightmare.

Am I looking at a mask or am I the mask being looked at?

JUDITH LEWIS HERMAN from Trauma and Recovery: The Aftermath of Violence - From Domestic Abuse to Political Terror

Psychological trauma is an affliction of the powerless. At the moment of trauma, the victim is rendered helpless by overwhelming force. When the force is that of nature, we speak of disasters. When the force is that of other human beings, we speak of atrocities. Traumatic events overwhelm the ordinary systems of care that give people a sense of control, connection, and meaning.

Traumatic events are extraordinary, not because they occur rarely, but rather because they overwhelm the ordinary human adaptations to life. They confront human beings with the extremities of helplessness and terror, and evoke the responses of catastrophe.

Alternate posters for:




If it’s true, I have the absolute right to terrify you with it.

Wednesday, October 30, 2019


Bob Clark
USA, 1974

Werner Jacobs & John Llewellyn Moxey
UK, 1966
THOMAS JEFFERSON from a letter to Peter Carr - Paris, August 19, 1785

He who permits himself to tell a lie once, finds it much easier to do it a second and third time, till at length it becomes habitual; he tells lies without attending to it, and truth without the world’s believing him. This falsehood of the tongue leads to that of the heart, and in time depraves all its good dispositions.

EZRA POUND - "In A Station of the Metro"

The apparition of these faces in the crowd;
petals on a wet, black bough.

Tuesday, October 29, 2019



Sang-ho Yeon
Korea, 2016
STEPHEN KING from The Shining

This inhuman place makes human monsters.


SISTER JUDE from American Horror Story: Asylum

All monsters are human.

Ciarán Foy
USA, 2019

Being apart and lonely is like rain.
It climbs toward evening from the ocean plains;
from flat places, rolling and remote, it climbs
to heaven, which is its old abode.
And only when leaving heaven drops upon the city.
It rains down on us in those twittering
hours when the streets turn their faces to the dawn,
and when two bodies who have found nothing,
disappointed and depressed, roll over;
and when two people who despise each other
have to sleep together in one bed–
that is when loneliness receives the rivers …
Words and phrases I didn't expect:

Belarusian Folktronic Dub
EMILY BRONTË - “Fall Leaves Fall”

Fall, leaves, fall; die, flowers, away;
Lengthen night and shorten day;
Every leaf speaks bliss to me,
Fluttering from the autumn tree.
I shall smile when wreaths of snow
Blossom where the rose should grow;
I shall sing when night’s decay
Ushers in a drearier day.

Monday, October 28, 2019

ISAAC ASIMOV on Robert A. Heinlein

He always pictured himself a libertarian, which to my way of thinking means “I want the liberty to grow rich and you can have the liberty to starve.” It’s easy to believe that no one should depend on society for help when you yourself happen not to need such help.

Sunday, October 27, 2019


Don’t ever
let anyone
oppress you,
Stand up
for your
life is too short only if you are having fun
but way too fucking long if you are suffering.
don’t live in fear,
only fear to lose self-respect
and your right to be free.
claim what is rightfully yours and
please be proud of yourself,
be humble and
keep learning,
learn some more,
strengthen your mind
and love in abundance.

Alexandre Aja
UA, 2019

In a world where a young woman, while attempting to save her father during a category 5 hurricane, can find herself trapped in a flooding house fighting for her life against alligators.

George Frideric Händel

Joyce DiDonato, Karina Gauvin, Marie-Nicole Lemieux, Sabina Puértolas, Topi Lehtipuu, Matthew Brook, Anicio Zorzi Giustiniani

Il Complesso Barocco, Alan Curtis

Ed Emshwiller for “The Visitor at the Zoo” from GALAXY MAGAZINE (April 1963).

HANNAH ARENDT from The Origins of Totalitarianism

The ideal subject of totalitarian rule is not the convinced Nazi or the convinced Communist, but people for whom the distinction between fact and fiction (i.e., the reality of experience) and the distinction between true and false (i.e., the standards of thought) no longer exist.

Saturday, October 26, 2019

George Frideric Händel

Philippe Jaroussky, Karina Gauvin, John Mark Ainsley, Teresa Iervolino, Emöke Barath, Luca Tittoto

Riccardo Minasi
Il Pomo d'Oro

Threading the palm, a web of little lines
Spells out the lost money, the heart, the head,
The wagging tongues, the sudden deaths, in signs
We would smooth out, like imprints on a bed,

In signs that can’t be helped, geese heading south,
In signs read anxiously, like breath that clouds
A mirror held to a barely open mouth,
Like telegrams, the gathering of crowds—

The plane’s X in the sky, spelling disaster:
Before the whistle and hit, a tracer flare;
Before rubble, a hairline crack in plaster
And a housefly’s panicked scribbling on the air.

Friday, October 25, 2019

SAMUEL R. DELANY from Dhalgren

Babes, I am so bored here that I don’t think, since I’ve come, I’ve ever been more than three minutes away from some really astonishing act of violence. 

Parvati (Sanskrit: पार्वती, Pārvatī) is the Hindu goddess of fertility, love, beauty, marriage, children, and devotion - as well as of divine strength and power. She is the Mother goddess in Hinduism and has many attributes and aspects. Each of her aspects is expressed with a different name, giving her over 100 names in regional Hindu stories of India. Along with Lakshmi and Saraswati, she forms the trinity of Hindu goddesses (Sanskrit: त्रिदेवी, tridevī)

Ardhanarishvara (Sanskrit: अर्धनारीश्वर, Ardhanārīśwara) is a composite androgynous form of the Hindu deities Shiva and Parvati (known as Devi, Shakti and Uma in this icon). Ardhanarishvara is depicted as half-male and half-female, equally split down the middle. The right half is usually the male Shiva.

LINDA GREGG - "There She Is"

When I go into the garden, there she is.
The specter holds up her arms to show
that her hands are eaten off.
She is silent because of the agony.
There is blood on her face.
I can see she has done this to herself.
So she would not feel the other pain.
And it is true, she does not feel it.
She does not even see me.
It is not she anymore, but the pain itself
that moves her. I look and think
how to forget. How can I live while she
stands there? And if I take her life
what will that make of me? I cannot
touch her, make her conscious.
It would hurt her too much.
I hear the sound all through the air
that was her eating, but it is on its own now,
completely separate from her. I think
I am supposed to look. I am not supposed
to turn away. I am supposed to see each detail
and all expression gone. My God, I think,
if paradise is to be here
it will have to include her.
CONOR O'CALLAGHAN - "The whole island"

agrees they should be
ashamed of themselves,
whoever they are.

On the late walk
home, I pause
at the top of the road
and make out

between waves
the whispers
of poachers
in a boat

in the stars,
their unwise
laughter that
can’t be helped.
JAMES MERRILL - “The Nihilist as Hero”

All our French poets can turn an inspired line;
who has written six passable in sequence?’
said Valéry. That was a happy day for Satan….
I want words meat-hooked from the living steer,
but a cold flame of tinfoil licks the metal log,
beautiful unchanging fire of childhood
betraying a monotony of vision….
Life by definition breeds on change,
each season we scrap new cars and wars and women.
But sometimes when I am ill or delicate,
the pinched flame of my match turns unchanging green,
a cornstalk in green tails and seeded tassel….
A nihilist wants to live in the world as is,
and yet gaze the everlasting hills to rubble.
Robert Lowell, “The Nihilist as Hero”

Kaija Saariaho

Camilla Hoitenega, Floren Jodelef, Anssi Karttunen, Dawn Upshaw

The soul becomes dyed with the colour of its thoughts.

Thursday, October 24, 2019


Giulio Questi
Italy, 1968

In a world where a love triangle can develop between three people who run a high tech chicken farm: Anna (owner of the farm), her husband Marco (who kills prostitutes in his spare time) and Gabriella (the very beautiful secretary). Marco continues to kill as jealousy becomes more prevalent on the farm until the last shocking moment.

Blending with the wind,
Snow falls;
Blending with the snow,
The wind blows.
By the hearth
I stretch out my legs,
Idling my time away
Confined in this hut.
Counting the days,
I find that February, too,
Has come and gone
Like a dream.

Ken Russell
UK, 1987
YUAN MEI - “Wrapped, surrounded by ten thousand mountains“

Wrapped, surrounded by ten thousand mountains,
Cut off, no place to go….
Until you’re here, there’s no way to get here.
Once you’re here, there’s no way to go.


Tom Waits

Elin Høyland
Brothers (series)


Tom Waits
GABRIEL GARCÍA MÁRQUEZ from “Bon Voyage, Mr. President"

The fact is that being seductive is an addiction that can never be satisfied.


Tom Waits


Tom Waits

Wednesday, October 23, 2019


I think being a woman is like being Irish ... Everyone says you're important and nice, but you take second place all the time.

Harry Kümel
Belgium - France - West Germany, 1971
KO UN - “Arrows”

Transformed into arrows
let’s all go, body and soul!
Piercing the air
let’s go, body and soul,
with no way of return,
transfixed there,
rotting with the pain of striking home,
never to return.

One last breath! Now, let’s quit the string,
throwing away like rags
all we’ve had for decades
all we’ve enjoyed for decades
all we’ve piled up for decades,
the lot.
Transformed into arrows
let’s all go, body and soul!

The air is shouting! Piercing the air
let’s go, body, and soul!
In dark daylight the target is rushing towards us.
Finally, as the target topples
    in a shower of blood,
let’s all just once as arrows

Never to return!
Never to return!

Hail, arrows, our nation’s arrows!
Hail, Warriors! Spirits of the fallen!
George Gershwin

Hélène Grimaud

David Zinman
Baltimore Symphony Orchestra

Joan Galo

Tuesday, October 22, 2019

PHILIP LARKIN - “Talking In Bed”

Talking in bed ought to be easiest,
Lying together there goes back so far,
An emblem of two people being honest.

Yet more and more time passes silently.
Outside, the wind’s imcomplete unrest
Builds and disperses clouds about the sky,

And dark towns heap up on the horizon.
None of this cares for us. Nothing shows why
At this unique distance from isolation

It becomes still more difficult to find
Words at once true and kind,
Or not untrue and not unkind.


Rob Zombie
USA, 2019


Ben Webster & Gerry Mulligan

Monday, October 21, 2019

Edvard Grieg & Robert Schumann

Leif Ove Andsnes

Mariss Jansons
Berliner Philharmoniker
IRIS MURDOCH from Under The Net

I hate solitude, but I'm afraid of intimacy. The substance of my life is a private conversation with myself which to turn into a dialogue would be equivalent to self-destruction. The company which I need is the company which a pub or a cafe will provide. I have never wanted a communion of souls. It's already hard enough to tell the truth to oneself.

Sunday, October 20, 2019

English: BLOOD RED

Dario Argento
Italy, 1976


Merle Haggard


Nusrat Fateh Ali Khan



DU FU – "Traveling Again"

This temple: I remember traveling here once.
I recall this bridge that I now cross again.
Rivers and mountains seem to have been waiting,
flowers and willows have been more than unselfish.
The countryside shines vividly through thin mist, the soft sun on the sand is the color of duck.
All of this traveler's sorrows fade away.
Why should I leave this place again.

Translated by Deng Ming Dao
Published in Each Journey Begins with a Single Step – The Taoist Book of Life
LEONARD COHEN - "Famous Blue Raincoat"

t's four in the morning, the end of December
I'm writing you now just to see if you're better
New York is cold, but I like where I'm living
There's music on Clinton Street all through the evening

I hear that you're building your little house deep in the desert
You're living for nothing now, I hope you're keeping some kind of record

Yes, and Jane came by with a lock of your hair
She said that you gave it to her
That night that you planned to go clear
Did you ever go clear?

Ah, the last time we saw you you looked so much older
Your famous blue raincoat was torn at the shoulder
You'd been to the station to meet every train, and
You came home without Lili Marlene

And you treated my woman to a flake of your life
And when she came back she was nobody's wife

Well I see you there with the rose in your teeth
One more thin gypsy thief
Well, I see Jane's awake
She sends her regards

And what can I tell you my brother, my killer
What can I possibly say?
I guess that I miss you, I guess I forgive you
I'm glad you stood in my way

If you ever come by here, for Jane or for me
Well, your enemy is sleeping, and his woman is free

Yes, and thanks, for the trouble you took from her eyes
I thought it was there for good so I never tried

And Jane came by with a lock of your hair
She said that you gave it to her
That night that you planned to go clear

Sincerely, L Cohen

                    [It's a thin line between love and hate]
                    [It's a thin line between love and hate]

It's 5 o'clock in the morning
And I'm just getting in, I knock on the door
A voice sweet and low says, who is it?
She opens up the door and lets me in
Never once does she say, where have you been?
She says, are you hungry?
Are you hungry, honey? Did you eat yet?
Let me hang up your coat
And the woman tells me, pass me your hat
All the time she smiles, never raises her voice
It's 5 o'clock in the morning
And I don't give it a second thought

It's a thin line between love and hate
Don't think you can keep breakin' your woman's heart
                    [It's a thin line between love and hate]
An' she'll sit back an' enjoy it
It's a thin line between love and hate
She gon' fool you one day
The sweetest woman in the world
Can be the meanest woman in the world
If you make her that way, you keep on hurting her
She keeps being quiet
She might be holding something inside
That really really hurt you one day

Here I am laying in the hospital
Bandaged from feet to head
In a state of shock
Just that much from being dead
I didn't think my woman could do something like this to me
I didn't think she had the nerve, so here I am
I guess action speaks louder than words

It's a thin line between love and hate
Don't think you can keep treatin' your woman bad
                    [It's a thin line between love and hate]
An' she won't ever get mad
                    [It's a thin line between love and hate]
She's gonna fool you one day
                    [It's a thin line between love and hate]
Every smilin' face ain't a happy one

Dario Argento
Italy, 1970/71