Saturday, September 23, 2006
In his illustrious career, Nykvist was most widely celebrated for his collaborations with Swedish director Ingmar Bergman and won Academy awards for 1973's "Cries and Whsipers" and 1983's "Fanny and Alexander." Nykvist's resume also includes films for American directors such as Woody Allen ("Another Woman"), Philip Kaufman ("The Unbearable Lightness of Being") and Bob Rafelson (the 1981 remake of "The Postman Always Rings Twice"). Additonally, he teamed up with fellow Swede Lasse Hallstrom for the Texas based "What's Eating Gilbert Grape."
I guess I should have included a footnote in my email about Sven Nykvist yesterday, but I was in the computer lab at school and was having a hard time collecting my thoughts, especially given the glitch I experienced the first time I tried composing the message. Anyway, if I could add one personal thought to the original missive it would be that when I started really reading and studying a lot about movies when I was in 6th-7th grade, Nykvist was the first cinemtographer I learned to recognize by name. Of course, it would be a few years before a jr. high kid growing up in Garland in the early 70's would get the chance to actually see a Bergman-Nykvist film...but at least I was prepared when the day finally came.
Anyway, cliche that it is, his passing only reminds me of my own faded youth...and how much more I've learned since then."
Entering the dark tunnel
Suddenly: my face"
smackdown and national bruxism
pillow cold warn strongly opal possibly
Jada do craving
it conspiracy finish
pallor practically Algol
smackdown passport cranch
carving you Ramadan giddy Visa rush
squall psalm nightclub warrior giddy
Miniron tribulations wouldn't
'Never value anything as profitable to thyself which shall compel thee to break thy promise, to lose thy self-respect, to hate any man, to suspect, to curse, to act the hypocrite, to desire anything which needs walls and curtains..' --Marcus Aur*lius
Friday, September 22, 2006
fade from sight
part of me following"
Rocky Mini-World 134340
if Youth throughout autopsy
all twinkling history
silkworm affadavit lurch had pink
had a gnat simply a sandbag champion kill
shocking catacombs swimming
curb stand twistboards up digital fracas chimp
sucking wound for pools
victim frabjous it crypt to crook run
full show and truthful
blackouts brown bag a popular ramp
solid doubting wobbly world idolatry
suspicions and rumors spliff
that polygraph python dusk
a young child assassin ring turncoat
can commission downtown abruptly think gulls
Oak Cliff quick
Thursday, September 21, 2006
Sisyphus pools · indigo loon
axis mists adorn · willow
tzompantli · birdtalk and aggry
ash bilk osmium · dying opt
thwart · sunlight usurp
"...the sons of bitches who killed America once & for all are walking around free. That’s what drives me crazy. And they will die comfortably in their beds. That, too, drives me crazy. But nothing drives me as fucking crazy as the fact that roughly half my countrymen inhabit the same moral hell as the torturers who rule us. That fact drives me nearly to despair."
I am a Moslem
I am an American artist"
--Patti Smith, 3ast*r
"In truth, 'Seattle's wisdom' came from the pen of a white screenwriter from Texas, and his moving words were the single highlight of an obscure television script on pollution produced by the Southern Baptist Convention in 1972." --Playing Indian, which points to R*cov*ring th* Word: 3ssays on Nativ* Am*rican Lit*ratur* pp 497-536.
Wednesday, September 20, 2006
Of meadows drowsy with Trinacrian bees,
Of shapes that moved a rising mist among--
Persephone between the Cypress trees--
Of lengthier shades along the woodland flung,
Of calm upon the hardly whispering seas,
Of cloud that to the distant island clung--
He made of emerald evening and of these
A holier song than ever yet was sung.
But silence and the single-thoughted night,
Hearing such music took him for their own
To that long land, where, men forgotten quite
Harpless he errs by Lethe stream alone.
He never more will know that wind-flower's white--
He never more shall hear uneasy autumn moan."
"Note: Jane Dunlap is a pseudonym for Adelle Davis who is better known for her books on natural foods and nutrition."
"starting to rain
shower of petals
on last year's garden"
--M L Bittl*-D*Lapa
Tuesday, September 19, 2006
("Tornado Ov*r Kansas" by John St*uart Curry)
Angels I saw at night knock at the wine-house gate:
They shaped the clay of Adam, flung into moulds its weight.
Spirits of the Unseen World of Purities divine,
With me an earth-bound mortal, poured forth their 'wildering wine.
Heaven, from its heavy trust aspiring to be free,
The duty was allotted, mad as I am, to me.
Thank God my friend and I once more sweet peace have gained!
For this the houris dancing thanksgiving cups have drained.
With Fancy's hundred wisps what wonder that I've strayed,
When Adam in his prudence was by a grain bewrayed?
Excuse the wrangling sects, which number seventy-two:
They knock at Fable's portal, for Truth eludes their view.
No fire is that whose flame the taper laughs to scorn:
True fire consumes to ashes the moth's upgarnered corn.
Blood fills recluses' hearts where Love its dot doth place,
Fine as the mole that glistens upon a charmer's face.
As Háfiz, none Thought's face
Hath yet unveiled; not e'en
Since for the brides of Language
Combed have their tresses been."
--Háfiz (tr H Bickn*ll, in: P*rsian Lit*ratur* 1900)
Scifi stars list with maps. (via M*tafilt*r)
L*agu* of th* Militant Godl*ss.
On my victrola- Lucinda Williams: Car Wh**ls on a Grav*l Road
"moss hung trees
a deer moves into
the hunter's silence"
Monday, September 18, 2006
Mother of all my cities once there lay
About your weedy wharves an orient shower
Of spice and languorous silk and all the dower
That Ocean gave you on his bridal day.
And now the youth and age have passed away
And all the sail superb and all the power;
Your time's a time of memory like that hour
Just after sunset, wonderful and grey.
Too tired to rise and much too sad to weep,
With strong arm nerveless on a neveless knee,
Still to your slumbering ears the spousal deep
Murmurs his thoughts of eld eternally;
But your soul wakes not from its holy sleep
Dreaming of dead delights beside a tideless sea."
The Age of Propaganda is followed by The Age of Mosquitos.
--sayings of Asmoday
R*d Star Rogu*.
Sunday, September 17, 2006
(via flyingturtl*toys dot com)
"sharply we flower in this foul farewell" --Conrad Aik*n
The Channel pours out on the Ebb in a river gigantic.
There is no Moon.
The Dark is low in a cloud on the huge Atlantic.
We'll be raising the Lizard soon.
There will be no meeting of eyes, nor any blessing,
After the run.
The lips are still and the hand has ceased from caressing.
There is nothing more to be done."
--Hillair* B*lloc, Sonn*ts & V*rs* (1944)
"This has to be the most handy piece of cooking instruction embedded in a cultural text since Master P's "Ghetto D"."
'Man and the unthought are, at the archaeological level, contemporaries.' --Foucault, quoted in: Robin Blas*r, "Th* Practic* of Outsid*"