Saturday, December 15, 2012

Cold Outside

Sadness does something to the way we see the world. In the experience of deep sadness, the world itself seems altered in some way: coloured by sadness, or disfigured by it. Rather than living inside us, as our normal passions do, our sadness seems to envelop everything: we live inside it, as if it were a cocoon or a prison. At such times we seem particularly aware of the world as a world, as a place where we have to live. This awareness can become artistic or political: artistic, when the world made strange by our own detachment and dissociation presents itself as an object of fascination; political when the difficulty of going on living in such a world begins to reveal its causes in the impersonal circumstances of our personal sorrows.

Both kinds of awareness have their origins in desolation, in the sense that the world is frozen and that nothing new is possible. Both can lead to terrible paroxysms of destruction, attempts to shatter the carapace of reality and release the authentic self trapped within; but both can also lead away from the self altogether, towards new worldly commitments that recognise the urgent need to develop another logic of existence, another way of going on.


Saturday, December 8, 2012

One

Already one year? Oh wow. Such an uneventful year. Both IRL and here. I.e., cam bate vântul pe-aici.

Stillness is the move.

Thursday, December 6, 2012

Love and Revolution (La flor de mi secreto)



(So glad I only saw La flor de mi secreto yesterday. I might have not been so responsive to it a few years ago, when I first fell in love with Almodóvar. This scene, for e.g., it simply breaks me.)

Monday, December 3, 2012

The Alchemist (These Four Walls)

Orbirea voluntară (Voluntary Blindness) - Gellu Naum

Bringing Cluj into my room, in between my four walls.

(Seriously did not expect December to be so eventful. I'd go to Cluj almost every day, but you know: train tickets - not that cheap when you add them up. Nts: get a weekly train pass for TIFF, next year.)

Sunday, December 2, 2012

One in a Million (Miss You)



Because tears in the middle of this song. (Barely 22 and so much more to say.) Because the use of the word "responsible" here reminds of Elaine Castillo's post about "love, inter-relationality, and inter-responsibility as the supreme (!) form of justice," which I have just re:read earlier this week. (Actually, it was reading Elaine's blog this year that I realized how much I missed Aaliyah's music.) Also because Aaliyah always reminds me of Tusa 2004.