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Hello everyone, i hope all is well, that the movies and other interests y'all may have are succeeding in making life worth living. I wish here to ratify what means most to me in three categories Film, Music and Books, when anything is included here, it's with a weightiness, and is the opposite of flippancy.
FILM
Ivan the Terrible Parts 1 and 2 -- sooner would i part with all of Eisentein's silent films for this tragically cut short trilogy, the images, acting, how the people are dressed and move, and LOOK with their eyes, and the Prokofiev score, unite in a seamless tapestry, stirring, and special, in a class by itself.
Mad Love is Jeff Keen's masterpiece, with a most pleasing fusion of multilayered visuals and catchy music. This is just cool British bohemians being creative and happy, the antithesis of going to church.
MUSIC
Neutral Milk Hotel -- In the Aeroplane Over the Sea -- listening to this tonight spurred me onto this idea for a thread, i love the spirit of this music, a certain kind of depressing which is quirky, and sometimes aggressive, it's how i imagine Ween to be if they weren't being all goofy. Most of the bands i liked as a teen were imo striving to be like this but always missed the mark, only with the internet for the last decade plus have i found a smattering of the musical visions i had need of when i was younger, and vicariously i relive those days with a better soundtrack now.
BOOKS
Hermann Hesse -- Steppenwolf -- this is one of those deep works of philosophical fiction, which attracted a generation which has extraordinary importance to me, for some kind of psychic reason, the teenager intelligentsia from the tumultuous 1960's, when established norms were challenged and were in a way chic, and how it inevitably crashed and burned, the twinkling of a new way of thinking that just couldn't live side by side with how the world actually goes.
Soren Kierkegaard -- The Present Age -- this is the most dynamic little piece by the one and only thinker who can make Christianity seem worthy of further cogitation. When i first read this, it made a physical impact, i was all tense in my muscles and so forth, it's like i was holding these words these ideas, turns of phrases in a death hug, squeezing them for all they were worth, life had meaning, it made sense in an absurd manner. I shall read this again before attending church again, i do it to make dad feel a little better, but i wouldn't advise anyone doing that for such reasons, this faith enters you, if that happens you'll either love it or hate it but can't escape it, i can't escape it, and i'm so ****ing lost to myself, where's the thoughts that edified me, that rang true??!! Much of them lay hid in this Danish Father of Existentialism, reading him is like understanding myself better, now with theologically sound teachers this is putting self above God, but whatever, maybe i just need to get the self down pat again and again before even beginning to fathom the infinite and completely other than what being human is.
Jiddu Krishnamurti -- Think On These Things -- one of the best guys to put to sleep the nagging inescapable thing aforementioned, he's like an improved Emerson, to me he spells out the mechanics of thinking, of a liberating methodology. Words from the wise, some of the Buddhist literature serves a purpose, which can be linked to Schopenhauer and onto a true dynamo and very formative fella but at this specific time Krish outshines, i'm referring to Nietzsche btw, yes Krishnamurti rises above that ole wandering shadow friend. Nietzsche falls where his rough edges stain rather than illuminate one's spectacles through which reality is being consumed. Krishnamurti offers clarity, a little more mundane, and less immediately exciting for sure, but more useful and offering a more lasting reposeful state.
Everything by Clarice Lispector, her writings are a form of life, it has a pulse, it is alive, this is wisdom literature in action, she makes me feel the very fiber of existence, she creates wonder, awe, terror, what she would call God, the poetics of her thought cannot be conveyed to someone like my dad, it would be 10 times less difficult to explain the poetics of Emily Dickinson to such a stolid believer. That enemy mentality that throws away anything different than what they are conditioned to see "objectively", subjectivity rather being the raw mode of experiencing life, Clarice embodies this.
FILM
Ivan the Terrible Parts 1 and 2 -- sooner would i part with all of Eisentein's silent films for this tragically cut short trilogy, the images, acting, how the people are dressed and move, and LOOK with their eyes, and the Prokofiev score, unite in a seamless tapestry, stirring, and special, in a class by itself.
Mad Love is Jeff Keen's masterpiece, with a most pleasing fusion of multilayered visuals and catchy music. This is just cool British bohemians being creative and happy, the antithesis of going to church.
MUSIC
Neutral Milk Hotel -- In the Aeroplane Over the Sea -- listening to this tonight spurred me onto this idea for a thread, i love the spirit of this music, a certain kind of depressing which is quirky, and sometimes aggressive, it's how i imagine Ween to be if they weren't being all goofy. Most of the bands i liked as a teen were imo striving to be like this but always missed the mark, only with the internet for the last decade plus have i found a smattering of the musical visions i had need of when i was younger, and vicariously i relive those days with a better soundtrack now.
BOOKS
Hermann Hesse -- Steppenwolf -- this is one of those deep works of philosophical fiction, which attracted a generation which has extraordinary importance to me, for some kind of psychic reason, the teenager intelligentsia from the tumultuous 1960's, when established norms were challenged and were in a way chic, and how it inevitably crashed and burned, the twinkling of a new way of thinking that just couldn't live side by side with how the world actually goes.
Soren Kierkegaard -- The Present Age -- this is the most dynamic little piece by the one and only thinker who can make Christianity seem worthy of further cogitation. When i first read this, it made a physical impact, i was all tense in my muscles and so forth, it's like i was holding these words these ideas, turns of phrases in a death hug, squeezing them for all they were worth, life had meaning, it made sense in an absurd manner. I shall read this again before attending church again, i do it to make dad feel a little better, but i wouldn't advise anyone doing that for such reasons, this faith enters you, if that happens you'll either love it or hate it but can't escape it, i can't escape it, and i'm so ****ing lost to myself, where's the thoughts that edified me, that rang true??!! Much of them lay hid in this Danish Father of Existentialism, reading him is like understanding myself better, now with theologically sound teachers this is putting self above God, but whatever, maybe i just need to get the self down pat again and again before even beginning to fathom the infinite and completely other than what being human is.
Jiddu Krishnamurti -- Think On These Things -- one of the best guys to put to sleep the nagging inescapable thing aforementioned, he's like an improved Emerson, to me he spells out the mechanics of thinking, of a liberating methodology. Words from the wise, some of the Buddhist literature serves a purpose, which can be linked to Schopenhauer and onto a true dynamo and very formative fella but at this specific time Krish outshines, i'm referring to Nietzsche btw, yes Krishnamurti rises above that ole wandering shadow friend. Nietzsche falls where his rough edges stain rather than illuminate one's spectacles through which reality is being consumed. Krishnamurti offers clarity, a little more mundane, and less immediately exciting for sure, but more useful and offering a more lasting reposeful state.
Everything by Clarice Lispector, her writings are a form of life, it has a pulse, it is alive, this is wisdom literature in action, she makes me feel the very fiber of existence, she creates wonder, awe, terror, what she would call God, the poetics of her thought cannot be conveyed to someone like my dad, it would be 10 times less difficult to explain the poetics of Emily Dickinson to such a stolid believer. That enemy mentality that throws away anything different than what they are conditioned to see "objectively", subjectivity rather being the raw mode of experiencing life, Clarice embodies this.
Last edited by Jeff; 06-02-24 at 12:35 AM.
