My body is at the beginning and endof time. The past is memory’s invention,the future angst or hope: present is movementmaking me, my life yearning the expressionof momentum breaking the seal of the Now;this blood and flesh thirsting for the moment’s start,and like an implacable ice-breaker’s bow—a…
It’s impossible to describe a cinema as radical and diverse as Jean-Luc Godard’s in a single try. I want to say I’ve only seen a small fraction of his work. I’ll be focusing particularly on three films that affected me deeply enough to want to write about him: Vivre Sa Vie (1962), Le Mépris (1963)…
To intellectualize a work of art is to debase its beauty by reducing it to an interpretation. During an age where the intellect is neglected, attacked, distrusted, or censored, the intellect as Susan Sontag writes, takes its revenge on art by attempting to simplify it into an idea, say Freudian int…
March 22, 2024 at 11:49 AMFascinating and fleeting dream last night. I was reading Ariosto and dozed off. The dream was more of a vision. I was not participating in it, but just observing its beauty. I was on the ground facing upwards to an immense cherry blossom, its buds outlined by the bright ra…
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