A Sad Mix’s Best For Winter

•November 21, 2009 • 2 Comments

like the onset of some cold glaucoma dimming over the world

This was supposed to be an autumn mix, but then it started getting a tad wintry (the music, I mean). Then I decided it needed to have some Orange Juice on it (in homage to Chris’ recent seasonal comp), and became intent on using this apocalyptic, not-at-all-indicative-of-any-solstice still from Tarkovski’s Nostalghia (‘83) as the cover art. So, the mix might be thematically confused, but the music is nonetheless good. (The title comes from the Shakespeare’s underrated Troilus and Cressida.)

Download Winter From Your Lips

Once you have the file, unzip it and drag the whole folder into your preferred digital music player application. Tracklist is in the comments section. This time I struggled to make sure my sequencing wouldn’t be lost in the transfer and it seems to have worked. Enjoy!

Blog Break

•November 16, 2009 • Leave a Comment

depardon_turinRaymond Depardon. San Clemente, 1979.

If you hadn’t noticed, the blog’s been on break for a while. This isn’t definitive. I have a job that requires much sitting in front of a computer, so I try to do other things once I get home. And until I can manage my free internet time better (i.e., responding with some semblance of promptness to e-mails from my dear friends—no wonder my long-distance relationships never worked out) I won’t feel at ease spending it blogging.

Until then, for the autodidacts:

Reading: Karl Popper, The Open Society and Its Enemies (Vol. 1); Shakespeare, The Tempest (Ed. Vaughans); Mikhail Botvinnik, 100 Selected Games; Gerard Genette, Seuils.

Listening: Booker Little, Memory Tapes, Maximum Joy, United States of America, Glenn Gould, Pimsleur German

Watching: L’Argent (Bresson, ‘83); Drag Me To Hell (Raimi, ‘09); Il y a longtemps que je t’aime (Claudel, ‘08); Beau Travail (Denis, ‘99); The White Ribbon (Haneke, ‘09)

Fall mixtape forthcoming. The blog will be back.

 

Dreams 14.11.09

•November 16, 2009 • Leave a Comment

I’m visiting an ancient abbey with a large atrium. A large, holy spider lives in the rafters. It descends to the middle of the room and I heave a chair at it, dashing it to pieces. When everyone responds to the noise, I feign shock.

Тарковский, Time Scultpor

•September 23, 2009 • Leave a Comment

Went to see Andrei Arsenyvich Tarkovsky’s final film, The Sacrifice (1986), at a retrospective tonight.

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Poland

(When Ivan’s Childhood shows next, I’ll have seen every Tarko pic on the big screen! Gotta catch ‘em all!)

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France

I can’t think of another director whose work is so unpleasant to actually experience (especially when you’re groggy, hungover and packed in an airless cinema). Who can match his indulgence?

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Germany

Even Bresson wouln’t make you watch someone walk a birthday cake across the bottom of a jacuzzi for ten minutes.

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U.S.A.

And yet, once outside the theatre, you’re reeling; must be those interminable atmospherics, seeping into the subconscious.

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Czechoslovakia

He is, quite simply, The Master. Even Bergman thought so.

Robert Creeley, ‘I Know a Man’ (c. 1954)

•September 21, 2009 • Leave a Comment

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As I sd to my friend,
because I am
always talking, — John, I

sd, which was not his
name, the darkness sur-
rounds us, what

can we do against
it, or else, shall we &
why not, buy a goddamn big car,

drive, he sd, for
christ’s sake, look
out where yr going.

TKO

•September 17, 2009 • Leave a Comment

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Full thesis report coming soon…