Sewing

Mr. Thank You

Sometimes I think that there is nothing better than footage from a moving vehicle...

Mr. Thank You, transparent and empathetic to such an extent that it becomes tragic even when it's trying not to be.

Dull blew and grey in the rain

All these children in sweat pants
and other children that think they are dogs.
happily unhappily
show what looks like poise,
looks like heartbreak.

Still, untold
or, still not listening
There is a swishing of jackets
How can I settle
next to hazy earbuds in stereo

Grey Hound

The Ball

I think that there are ghosts in there, having a ball.  No way to know for sure.

Notre Musique

"Will the small digital cameras be able to save the cinema?"

"..."

I love the way Godard portrays this question.  Not only does it imply that this question is unanswerable, but also unnecessary.

Still, I feel like if it was the 60's or 70's he would have tried to answer it.

on my own in a stairwell after dark

Byzance - 1964 - The loss of an instant

I saw a short film by Maurice Pialat called Byzance (Byzantium).  I was struck by the image above, it only lasts for a couple of seconds and is given no direct reference from the narrator.  Then the film concludes with this statement:

But in history as in life, regret does not repair the loss of an instant, nor a thousand years make up for an hour of neglect.  

I didn't totally relate to the composition of this film, but if all that I remember is this image accompanied by this thought, then it becomes something more personally valuable.  Over time I might even begin to remember the two moments as happening simultaneously.  The image would then take on a different meaning, as would the statement, informing each other in a beautifully ambiguous way.

Perhaps the fact that they are part of the same composition already implies the possibility of this interpretation, and I'm just latching on to it.

It is interesting to think about this internal editing, holding onto the moments that mean something to us and disregarding the rest.  Perhaps that is a questionable way to encounter art, or maybe it is inevitably the way that we encounter art.

Norther