Friday, March 27, 2015
Thursday, March 26, 2015
Wednesday, March 25, 2015
Tuesday, March 24, 2015
WERNER HERZOG ~
Werner Herzog
A Guide for the Perplexed
(Faber 2014)
Conversations with Paul Cronin
On the back cover of the book, Herzog offers a list of advice for filmmakers that doubles as general purpose life advice.
1. Always take the initiative.
2. There is nothing wrong with spending a night in jail if it means getting the shot you need.
3. Send out all your dogs and one might return with prey.
4. Never wallow in your troubles; despair must be kept private and brief.
5. Learn to live with your mistakes.
6. Expand your knowledge and understanding of music and literature, old and modern.
7. That roll of unexposed celluloid you have in your hand might be the last in existence, so do something impressive with it.
8. There is never an excuse not to finish a film.
9. Carry bolt cutters everywhere.
10. Thwart institutional cowardice.
11. Ask for forgiveness, not permission.
12. Take your fate into your own hands.
13. Learn to read the inner essence of a landscape.
14. Ignite the fire within and explore unknown territory.
15. Walk straight ahead, never detour.
16. Maneuver and mislead, but always deliver.
17. Don't be fearful of rejection.
18. Develop your own voice.
19. Day one is the point of no return.
20. A badge of honor is to fail a film theory class.
21. Chance is the lifeblood of cinema.
22. Guerrilla tactics are best.
23. Take revenge if need be.
24. Get used to the bear behind you.
Monday, March 23, 2015
Robin Magowan
Robin Magowan
The Garden of Amazement
Scattered Gems After Sâeb
Longhouse 2015
112 pages, perfect bound, 6 x 8-1/2 inches
Sunday, March 22, 2015
SAMUEL CHARTERS ~
Saturday, March 21, 2015
Friday, March 20, 2015
Thursday, March 19, 2015
Wednesday, March 18, 2015
JEAN FOLLAIN ~
HABIT
At the edge of the table
the man who is toying with
the magnet and filings
no longer hears the ocean
beating the rocks.
From the ceiling
beans are hung to dry
the whitewashed walls
let insects come and go
people passing each other by
would like to get back
in the habit of loving.
SEPARATION
In a shed in the old garden
the separation takes place
amid the rustling of leaves
you have to go far away
to another country
to recover this moment of farewell
leaning on the quiet tree
in the hour of lamplight
just as a child is sent
with no one to confide in
looking for milk in the night.
IN THIS LIGHT
Clearly in this broad daylight you can see
the empty bowl on the table
the background dappled
with the play of shadows
among the passersby
one picks up a pin
under a sky that darkens
though no lights come on.
A lithe body
is filled with silence.
Images from memory
will return with evening.
FARMERS
Some farmers keep on
watching the clouds
looking for clues
some prefer
an easy eloquence
to silence
at the corner
made by a hedge
of many plants
the transparent evenings
wear thin with repetition
on a stage of trestles
someone is making a speech
to others seated at tables
in the open barn
on furrows that shine
to the very ends of the earth.
SURROUNDED WOMAN
People are kept in suspense
by these commotions about a woman
who remains beautiful
as she bends her body
her hair sweeping the red ground
in the last light of festivities.
All those who watch
have memories
but they no longer see
night approaching.
FACE THE ANIMAL
It's not always easy
to face the animal
even if it looks at you
without fear or hate
it does so fixedly
and seems to disdain
the subtle secret it carries
it seems better to feel
the obviousness of the world
that noisily day and night
drills and damages
the silence of the soul.
__________________
translated by Heather McHugh
D'Après Tout
JEAN FOLLAIN
(Princeton 1981)
Jean Follain (29 August 1903 – 10 March 1971) was a French author, poet and corporate lawyer. A car accident took his life.
Tuesday, March 17, 2015
Monday, March 16, 2015
Sunday, March 15, 2015
KIM GORDON ~
Kim Gordon
Girl in a Band
Dey Street Books
2015
http://www.rollingstone.com/music/videos/watch-kim-gordon-talk-sonic-youth-bass-influences-with-carrie-brownstein-20150313
Before Spring arrives, Dey Street Books releases two memoirs by two hard rockers. Their stories aren't all that interesting but it all comes from a storied time. Both writers rely on a sort of performance craft. Christgau's writing prowess has always been his strength — twisting through venues and characters — and while Kim Gordon will tell us she doesn't practice playing her guitar, and jokes that she can't play — it's all about attitude and rebellion — like Christgau the theme that fires her book is love. For him love (lost, then found), her (lost) and it's an emptiness you feel for her by the closing of the book. Christgau has survived decades of yeoman tasks at the Village Voice helm and his narcotic music Consumer Guides. For Kim Gordon flopping down in leather jacket and party dresses, whether it's more music, her art, or a clothing line, I'm glad she made it this far, and shared a personal peep.
Robert Christgau, Going Into the City, a memoir, Dey Street Books
(Birdhouse tomorrow)
Friday, March 13, 2015
Thursday, March 12, 2015
Wednesday, March 11, 2015
ROBERT FRANK AT WORK AGE 90 ~
Robert Frank
(1978)
http://www.theguardian.com/artanddesign/2014/nov/07/robert-frank-americans-photography-influence-shadows
Published by Steidl, 2014
In Partida, Robert Frank continues the journey through his archives, presenting us with a new series of images of friends, colleagues, interiors, of quiet still lives and snap shots of both ordinary and unexpected objects and situations. Frank's visual diaries constitute an important part of both his later work and the ongoing art of the photo book.
Tuesday, March 10, 2015
Monday, March 9, 2015
RAFAEL ALBERTI ~
The Angelic Angel
The sea went to give her a name,
and the wind gave a surname,
and a body, the clouds,
and a soul, the flame.
Earth gave no gifts.
That mobile realm that drifts
hanging from eagles' span
knows her not.
Her shadow never wrote
the semblance of man.
Deception
Someone behind you, always behind,
binding your eyes with words to make you blind.
Behind you, with no frame,
no soul.
Smoky voice of a dream
cut short.
A broken voice
of smoke.
With words, false panes of glass.
Blindly, down a golden tunnel
that evil mirrors face,
you'll bump into death
in some underground place.
You, alone there, girl, with death,
in an underground place.
And someone always there behind,
always.
The Sooty Angel
Ugly, of mud and soot.
I won't look!
Yet once, all snow and gold,
in a sleigh across my soul.
Laden pines, and white slopes.
Now, through garages you crawl,
filthy, black as coal.
Devil take you!
Through garrets where my smashed dreams lie and rust.
Trailing cobwebs. Moths and dust.
God damn you!
Your hands have left their smear
on walls and furniture.
On everything,
your memory branded still,
stamped in slime and black ink.
Hell burn you!
Love, you dark squid of shadow,
evil.
from Alberti's book of angels...
Concerning the Angels
translated from the Spanish by Geoffrey Connell
Alan Swallow, 1967
http://translate.google.com/translate?hl=en&sl=es&u=http://www.biografiasyvidas.com/biografia/a/alberti_rafael.htm&prev=search
Sunday, March 8, 2015
Saturday, March 7, 2015
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