Current Cinema
One little rule about shooting is that you're not supposed to cross the line between two characters. You shoot on one side of the line - you can't just pop to the other side of the line, because what a camera seems to be doing is just mimicking a person in the room. It becomes a person in the room, an observer.
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One little rule about shooting is that you're not supposed to cross the line between two characters. You shoot on one side of the line - you can't just pop to the other side of the line, because what a camera seems to be doing is just mimicking a person in the room. It becomes a person in the room, an observer.
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Some days the sun rises with a conviction I don't have.
A soothing, luminous, crimson, orange haze lights up warm and smiling
until it sets your dinner table with a lipstick sunset.
Today was not going to be one of those days.
The phone rang before that lumination had a chance
and it wasn't love on the other end.
Coppers again. Diggin' for information like...
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A soothing, luminous, crimson, orange haze lights up warm and smiling
until it sets your dinner table with a lipstick sunset.
Today was not going to be one of those days.
The phone rang before that lumination had a chance
and it wasn't love on the other end.
Coppers again. Diggin' for information like...
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The Floor Heater
It was a low, indistinct, continous sound at first.
In the coming light of day, it grew.
Murmuring saffron regalia;
a golden red saree sweeping the polished marble
on the floor of your contemptible imagination.
You woke half a stop behind.
You always do this:
play genie with the focal ratio,
discern vague red shapes from rubbing your eyes
as someone beautiful...
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It was a low, indistinct, continous sound at first.
In the coming light of day, it grew.
Murmuring saffron regalia;
a golden red saree sweeping the polished marble
on the floor of your contemptible imagination.
You woke half a stop behind.
You always do this:
play genie with the focal ratio,
discern vague red shapes from rubbing your eyes
as someone beautiful...
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Clothes maketh the man
Big Boi, Steve McQueen, or Sean Connery will tell you it's a truth universally acknowledged that the way we look or dress reflects an instinctive desire to stand out in a crowd, to attract those whom we find appealing while keeping others at arm's length. The same attitudes, as many studies have demonstrated, apply to male red-winged blackbirds, who readily flaunt...
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Big Boi, Steve McQueen, or Sean Connery will tell you it's a truth universally acknowledged that the way we look or dress reflects an instinctive desire to stand out in a crowd, to attract those whom we find appealing while keeping others at arm's length. The same attitudes, as many studies have demonstrated, apply to male red-winged blackbirds, who readily flaunt...
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In Defense of Classical Music
Music expresses feeling, that is to say, gives shape and habitation to feeling, not in space but in time. To the extent that music has a history that is more than a history of its formal evolution, our feelings must have a history too. Perhaps certain qualities of feeling that found expression in music can be recorded by being notated...
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Music expresses feeling, that is to say, gives shape and habitation to feeling, not in space but in time. To the extent that music has a history that is more than a history of its formal evolution, our feelings must have a history too. Perhaps certain qualities of feeling that found expression in music can be recorded by being notated...
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ferretbite:
That was the most interesting thing i've read all weekend.
He was in Jamaica. On a visit. He'd been dragged out for the second (no, third night) to a club, a duppy club. Full of living ghosts. Ghosts of the living sort, the American sort that walk completely unaware of all breathing plants amongst them; unaware of anything whatsoever save that what pays them their due attention, by God! Uck! And this, all over again,...
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DOOR WIDE OPEN
JACK KEROUAC & JOYCE JOHNSON
A Beat Love Affair in Letters, 1957-1958
(currently enjoying this little gem of a book)
JACK KEROUAC & JOYCE JOHNSON
A Beat Love Affair in Letters, 1957-1958
(currently enjoying this little gem of a book)
Golly.
The noise-to-information ratio grows every day.
The noise-to-knowledge ratio is unimaginable.
The noise-to-wisdom ratio is beyond calculation.
Most recently I've undertaken an interest in the work of Bernie Kraus. His stuff is not hard to find. One can simply subscribe to his 'ecocasts' via itunes or visit his website wildsanctuary.com. Mr. Kraus is a dedicated listener and one-time member of the folk group The...
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The noise-to-information ratio grows every day.
The noise-to-knowledge ratio is unimaginable.
The noise-to-wisdom ratio is beyond calculation.
Most recently I've undertaken an interest in the work of Bernie Kraus. His stuff is not hard to find. One can simply subscribe to his 'ecocasts' via itunes or visit his website wildsanctuary.com. Mr. Kraus is a dedicated listener and one-time member of the folk group The...
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Where does beauty lie? Perhaps at the precise moment at which you see a butterfly emerge from a cocoon, a switch is flipped, what was, a second before, a purely biological event suddenly fills you with conviction that all life is a miraculous transformation. Where does beauty lie? Think of the slight adjustment the eye makes that reverses figure and ground in the classic gestalt...
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