Rhyme without Reason

"Mysticism & Pyschedelia"

2009-08-03T21:47:00.000-07:00

Kachi Kachi Yama
Dir. Tadanori Yokoo
(1965)

Ma Cher Souer

2009-05-31T21:10:00.000-07:00

***

Je t'aime...

2009-04-04T22:10:00.000-07:00

4/4/09

We rode on the subway. I rested on your shoulder. You cupped my knee.

The Wild Frontier

2009-01-21T13:58:00.001-08:00

Cinematheque

2009-01-12T07:04:00.000-08:00

Ratcatcher
Dir. Lynne Ramasay (1999)
Great Britain

Two nodal points of interest that I would like to discuss: the framing is well constructed and the camera movements compliment this fact. This scene is almost reminiscent of the famous tracking shot in Citizen Kane because both comparatively employ the idea of a frame within a frame. The "invisible" film frame that the viewer unconsciously accepts and the physical frame of the window both create the illusion of depth.

Another aspect of the scene that I enjoy is the character movement within the space revealed. The protagonist James (William Eadie) haphazardly walks to the window, whimsically throws himself into the field, and then proceeds to galavant without a care in the world. It's a nice idea to roam about in search of happiness and pleasure, especially in the circumstance displayed, because it is utterly pure and innocent.

Overall, I recommend this film because of its mastery of imagery and dialogue. The imagery throughout the film contrasts a state of disrepair and urban decay with the imposing natural landscape surrounding Glasgow. The dialogue, though at times hard to decipher, does a good job of creating a particular milieu and also proves to be surprisingly humorous.

"The streets is full of creeps"

2008-12-30T08:54:00.000-08:00

Paddle Boats

2008-12-18T18:03:00.000-08:00

One of the first activities my parents did together in America.

Holy Shit.

2008-12-13T11:32:00.000-08:00

Did that really happen?

Gypsy Jazz

2008-11-18T13:47:00.000-08:00

Balkan music is absolutely enchanting.

The accordions, trumpets, violins, bagpipes, kavals, and percussion instruments all seem to create a not quite harmonious orchestra perfect for a deeply imaginative listener.

God Bless the Ottoman Empire.

A Hawk and a Hacksaw & The Hun Hangár Ensemble

Dum Mare Dum: Take Another Toke

2008-10-27T13:54:00.000-07:00

Kathmandu, Nepal

I understand perfectly

2008-10-23T08:41:00.000-07:00

Thanks for adding insult to injury.

Subjective Camera or Subjective Audience

2008-10-09T08:03:00.000-07:00

Dir. Maya Deren, 1944.

Pictures that tick

2008-09-20T09:11:00.001-07:00

I only experience seemingly normal experiences in a very surreal way... Last night consisted of star gazing on the top floor of a parking garage and seeing old friends.

September 17th

2008-09-17T23:07:00.000-07:00

I think this day was a glorious one.

Is this place real?

2008-09-12T23:45:00.000-07:00

If you forget me

2008-09-10T11:06:00.000-07:00

I want you to know
one thing.

You know how this is:
if I look
at the crystal moon, at the red branch
of the slow autumn at my window,
if I touch
near the fire
the impalpable ash
or the wrinkled body of the log,
everything carries me to you,
as if everything that exists,
aromas, light, metals,
were little boats
that sail
toward those isles of yours that wait for me.

Well, now,
if little by little you stop loving me
I shall stop loving you little by little.

If suddenly
you forget me
do not look for me,
for I shall already have forgotten you.

If you think it long and mad,
the wind of banners
that passes through my life,
and you decide
to leave me at the shore
of the heart where I have roots,
remember
that on that day,
at that hour,
I shall lift my arms
and my roots will set off
to seek another land.

But
if each day,
each hour,
you feel that you are destined for me
with implacable sweetness,
if each day a flower
climbs up to your lips to seek me,
ah my love, ah my own,
in me all that fire is repeated,
in me nothing is extinguished or forgotten,
my love feeds on your love, beloved,
and as long as you live it will be in your arms
without leaving mine

Old Verities

2008-09-09T08:15:00.000-07:00

I have a little cactus and I made it pink by accident because I watered it with Dragonfruit vitamin water.

Ever since I moved into the dorm, I've been having fantastic dreams because I fall asleep to people practicing their instruments.

The Bug Symphony

2008-08-23T07:41:00.000-07:00

Lately, I've been very nostalgic. Looking through pictures from my childhood instantly makes me feel a mixture of sad/happiness. It is just so mind boggling that I was probably the happiest I'll ever be when I didn't even fully comprehend the concept of the emotion. I mean I'm sure there will be future moments where I am really happy but I'll never get that "ignorance is bliss" type feeling again I think. But, I think I'm ok with that because there are a lot of lovely things in the world nonetheless.

Paint Piano!

2008-08-06T12:34:00.000-07:00

Why is Michel Gondry such a genius?

Cinema of Transgression

2008-07-29T08:06:00.000-07:00

Oh la la la la la la. It's not the Canon XH-A1 3CCD buttttt it's still nice for the price.

I knew a woman, lovely in her bones

2008-07-17T20:26:00.000-07:00

I think I'll perpetually be confused. I think from now on when someone asks me how to describe myself, I will say "regrettably confused".

I got a new job and it makes me feel like a little girl playing grown-up. I'm pantomiming all the motions of work, but in reality I'm accomplishing little (presently). I'm so proud of it though, because usually I have shit for luck.

I'm kind of indifferent about college. I don't know if I'm necessarily excited about it? I'm excited to learn. Solution: Carpe Diem I suppose. That seems to be the theme of the past year.

I live in my head too much, but I cant help but daydream. Even when I'm out in the noisiest, craziest setting; even when I'm having fun, my mind drifts.

A great big void

2008-07-11T19:42:00.000-07:00

I'm really sick and I am past the point where I care about snotting on everything. I have an appetite but I can taste absolutely nothing. I think Claire is coming over to share in my misery. She is a brave camarade because we are about to fight millions of imaginary ghouls(germs not gents) who are trying to take all my good health. We are also probably about to watch a really bad movie. I'm pretty sure this sickness is making me hallucinate because I keep thinking I see a porcupine. I don't think I've ever come across such a creature in reality, but I hope to one day(hopefully on friendly terms). I am definitely experiencing delirium. Deliriyum.

Check the Czech

2008-07-11T19:32:00.000-07:00

Apology

2008-07-06T12:01:00.000-07:00

Bird

It was passed from one bird to another,
the whole gift of the day.
The day went from flute to flute,
went dressed in vegetation,
in flights which opened a tunnel
through the wind would pass
to where birds were breaking open
the dense blue air -
and there, night came in.

When I returned from so many journeys,
I stayed suspended and green
between sun and geography -
I saw how wings worked,
how perfumes are transmitted
by feathery telegraph,
and from above I saw the path,
the springs and the roof tiles,
the fishermen at their trades,
the trousers of the foam;
I saw it all from my green sky.
I had no more alphabet
than the swallows in their courses,
the tiny, shining water
of the small bird on fire
which dances out of the pollen.

What happened in the myth where the woman whispered a secret about her husband having ears of an ass into the earth? I wish I could speak with my soul.

shh

2008-06-26T14:01:00.000-07:00

My favorite thing to do when I really like someone is trace messages into that persons palm and hope they will guess what I traced.

Time Lapse Summer

2008-06-05T17:30:00.000-07:00

I really like this editing style, and the plot is creepy and cute! Regardless of the quirkiness, I hope to have a summer just like this.

Of Moons, Birds & Monsters

2008-05-28T20:42:00.000-07:00

My cousin's wedding was pleasant. I have finally quit my job. Camping was swell. Mr. Reiner was a sweetheart and I'll miss the way he expressed deep thoughts. I'm intrigued by Sami's family. I'm excited about the weather and I feel all jelloid inside. My dad is letting me plant a little garden and I want to plant Tulips especially. Quite content.

Kids don't know shit

2008-04-29T15:37:00.001-07:00

I'm seeing for the first time that my friend circle is smaller than I imagined. The number of people I trust has gone down dramatically. Maybe it's natural, but it's a shame that I'm losing a best friend. Maybe I'm too old for best friends anyways. I'm ready to meet new people.

In other news new wolf parade album,
but this song and music video will remain my favorite.

Swim to the Sand Bar!

2008-04-26T07:44:00.000-07:00

Yesterday was pretty niceee. A gang of us went to Long Beach Island to hang out at Kimmy's beach house. When we got to sit on the beach, a line of people having an out of body experience, I felt like that was a very memorable moment. We were all pretty happy and content. All the shit that we've been dealing with kind of disappeared. But I'm glad that I know my limit too, it's saving me from living in a totally surreal world.

The Orchestra of Europe

2008-04-20T06:37:00.000-07:00

Yesterday I was in New York to see the Klimt exhibit at the Neue Museum. It was oh so beautiful, really good stuff. His art really doesn't have any other purpose than to look pretty. That's surprising because he's a twentieth century artist. But, his work is still in the art nouveau style and it's cool to see how he jazzed up seemingly ordinary paintings/portraits. Even his sketches are amazing and his subject choice is pretty interesting. His subjects are usually women but they are all shapes and ages. He really knows how to capture the human body and it seems almost classical except for the fact that a lot of his paintings are of girls masturbating. Kudos to a man who can make masturbation beautiful.

After the exhibit, I went to the cafe downstairs which is a) ridiculously expensive b) the menu is all in German and I am ignorant of the language and c) German people eat a lot of meat...sucks for me. When I got home I had to work a long day because of Passover but it wasn't so bad because it was done in a banquet style. The end of the day consisted of a lot of purging of emotion. I guess that was a good thing because today I woke up in a fantastic mood. Anyways, I'm going to try to accomplish something on this sleepy Sunday.

Die Nasty Dynasty

2008-04-17T15:56:00.000-07:00

Things are changing pretty fast! I certainly hope that this is the start of a long tradition of lovely days.

	Similiter et omnes revereantur Diaconos, ut mandatum Jesu Christi; et Episcopum, ut Jesum Christum, existentem filium Patris; Presbyteros autem, ut concilium Dei et conjunctionem Apostolorum. Sine his Ecclesia non vocatur; de quibus suadeo vos sic habeo.
	S. Ignatii Ad Trallianos.

	And when this epistle is read among you, cause that it be read also in the church of the Laodiceans.


THE BROAD-BACKED hippopotamus
Rests on his belly in the mud;
Although he seems so firm to us
He is merely flesh and blood.

Flesh and blood is weak and frail,	5
Susceptible to nervous shock;
While the True Church can never fail
For it is based upon a rock.

The hippo’s feeble steps may err
In compassing material ends,	10
While the True Church need never stir
To gather in its dividends.

The ’potamus can never reach
The mango on the mango-tree;
But fruits of pomegranate and peach	15
Refresh the Church from over sea.

At mating time the hippo’s voice
Betrays inflexions hoarse and odd,
But every week we hear rejoice
The Church, at being one with God.	20

The hippopotamus’s day
Is passed in sleep; at night he hunts;
God works in a mysterious way—
The Church can sleep and feed at once.

I saw the ’potamus take wing	25
Ascending from the damp savannas,
And quiring angels round him sing
The praise of God, in loud hosannas.

Blood of the Lamb shall wash him clean
And him shall heavenly arms enfold,	30
Among the saints he shall be seen
Performing on a harp of gold.

He shall be washed as white as snow,
By all the martyr’d virgins kist,
While the True Church remains below	35
Wrapt in the old miasmal mist.