Saturday, February 9, 2008

Film: David Lynch Surreal and Seedy Side of Life

DAVID LYNCH & SURREALISM & THE SEEDY SIDE OF LIFE APOLLINAIRE'S POEM TWILIGHT


PHOTO FROM DAVID LYNCH'S SURREAL FILM "ERASERHEAD "(1978)
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Twin Peaks - Cooper's Dream in the Red Lodge



"I don't think that people accept the fact that life doesn't make sense. I think it makes people terribly uncomfortable." - David Lynch

SCENE FROM DAVD LYNCH'S " TV SERIES TWIN PEAKS "(1990)
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"Curtains are both hiding and revealing. Sometimes it's so beautiful that they're hiding, it gets your imagination going. But in the theatre, when the curtains open, you have this fantastic euphoria, that you're going to see something new, something will be revealed." DAVID LYNCH

Lost Highway-Andy's Party




POSTER FOR DAVID LYNCH'S FILM "LOST HIGHWAY"(1997)
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" Film can do amazing things with abstraction, but it rarely gets a chance. People are treated like idiots, and people are not idiots." DAVID LYNCH

Blue Velvet -Candy Colored Clown




Some people just don't get David Lynch's films just a matter of temperment or sensibility it cann't be helped. Others just don't like his films . Some think they are too violent or nasty revealing the underbelly of our society. But that's ok. I love some of his films. When I first saw ERASER HEAD it blew me away. It was startling ,bizarre,shocking the baby grossed me out. But it kept me glued to the screen. Other films of his I thought were great include WILD AT HEART, BLUE VELVET & LOST HIGHWAY. At their best they are psychological puzzles but they are always interesting & intriguing. They are at times like watching a car crash you cann't look away.

And here's David Lynch on LOST HIGHWAY:

It's about a man in trouble...a psychogenic fugue is the type of trouble."
"And it's maybe beautifully uneasy."

"It's about a condition, a human sort of condition. How people can become in trouble, mentally."

"The film deals with time; it starts at one place and moves forward or backwards, or stands still, relatively speaking. But, time marches on and films compact time, or prolong time in different ways. There are sequences built with time in mind, as is the music."

"Lost Highway is not really a film about dreams. The film is a product of two years of work, and it has to be a certain way. It took a long time to be correct. It's a depressing thought to even try to put that into a sentence."

"Barry Gifford, wrote a book, called Night People. Two characters mention going down the lost highway, and when I read those words; lost, and highway, um, it made me dream, and it suggested possibilities and I told that to Barry and he said, "Well, let's write something." And, uh, that started the ball rolling."

"...and I said to Barry, "I love those two words together we should make something called Lost Highway. The phrase had a lot of potential for me. The unknown was suddenly pulling me in and I was ready to go into another world. It became about mood and those kinds of things that can only happen at night. It held promise and intrigue and mystery."

Just hearing or reading comments by David Lynch is entertaning in itself he speaks in such an elusive & at times enigmatic manner.

David Lynch On ERASERHEAD:

"The whole film is undercurrents of sort of subconscious ... You know, and it kind of wiggles around in there, and it's how it strikes each person. It definitely means something to me, but I don't want to to talk about that. It means other things to other people, and that's great."

"In Eraserhead, there are a lot of openings and you go into areas and it's all...There're sort of like rules you kind of go by to keep that feeling kind of open and I don't know, it's real important to it. It's more like a poem or a .... more abstract, even though it has a story. It's like an experience."

"Eraserhead was born in Philadelphia."

"It was a strange life. For the first time I really lived beneath the surface. I was never aware of anything normal. I was only aware of this world of fear and art. I lived inside that cocoon of fear."

"I had a very happy childhood. These things in Eraserhead come from somewhere unseen; it's not a surface kind of thing... If it's from my own life, I don't see it. It's from so far inside, hidden, that it can only come out in an idea, which kind of balloons out. I don't know where it comes from."

mainly from website
THE CITY OF ABSURDITY
www.thecityofabsurdity.com


Anyway so much for David Lynch:

And here’s a poem By Guillaume apollinaire:

Twilight


(Alcools: Crépuscule)


Brushed by the shadows of the dead

On the grass where day expires

Columbine strips bare admires

her body in the pond instead



A charlatan of twilight formed

Boasts of the tricks to be performed

The sky without a stain unmarred

Is studded with the milk-white stars



From the boards pale Harlequin

First salutes the spectators

Sorcerers from Bohemia

Fairies sundry enchanters


Having unhooked a star

He proffers it with outstretched hand

While with his feet a hanging man

Sounds the cymbals bar by bar



The blind man rocks a pretty child

The doe with all her fauns slips by

The dwarf observes with saddened pose

How Harlequin magically grows

(by Apollinaire)

See you next time for some notes on Ingmar Bergman,
GORD

HOUSE OF FLYING DAGGERS Film Review

FILM REVIEW


POSTER FOR ZHANG YIMOU'S FILM "HOUSE OF FLYING DAGGERS"
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THE BEAUTIFUL & SESUOUS MEI PERFORMING " THE ECHO GAME" IN " HOUSE OF T FLYING DAGGERS "
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BLIND MEI PERFORMING " ECHO GAME " FOR CAPTAIN LEO IN " HOUSE OF FLYING DAGGERS"
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MEI & JIN/WIND PURSUED BY IMPERIAL TROOPS IN " HOUSE OF FLYING DAGGERS "( 2004)
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MEI & JIN / WIND AGAIN TRAPPED BY IMPERIAL SOLDIERS IN " HOUSE OF FLYING DAGGERS "
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MEI & JIN/WIND TRAPPED IN BAMBOO SPEARS IN " HOUSE OF FLYING DAGGERS "
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MEI & JIN/WIND HAVING FALLEN IN LOVE DESPITE THAT THEY ARE ENEMIES IN " HOUSE OF FLYING DAGGERS "
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Clip from "HOUSE OF FLYING DAGGERS"




HOUSE OF FLYING DAGGERS
(Shi Mian Mai Fu)

Genres: Action/Adventure and Art/Foreign
Running Time: 1 hr. 59 min.
Release Date: December 3rd, 2004 (LA/NY).
MPAA Rating: PG-13 for sequences of stylized martial arts violence, and some sexuality.
Distributor: Sony Pictures Classics

Credited cast:
Takeshi Kaneshiro .... Captain Jin/ Wind
Andy Lau .... Captain Leo
Ziyi Zhang .... Mei
Dandan Song .... Madam Yee

Director – Zhang Yimou
Screenplay – Zhang, Li Feng & Wang Bin
Producers – Zhang & Bill Kong, Photography – Zhao Xiaoding
Music – Shigeru Umebayashi
Visual Effects Supervisor – Angie Lam, Visual Effects – Animal Logic Film (Supervisors – Andy Brown & Kirsty Miller), Digital Pictures Iloura & Mandford Electronic Art and Design Co, Production Design – Huo Tingxiao, Action Director – Tony Ching Siu-Tung. Production Company – Edko Films Ltd/Zhang Yimou Studio/Beijing New Picture Film Co Ltd.

Zhang Yimou proves again he knows how to tell a story turning each frame into something poetic & inredible. This is a great fantasy film . It is amazing to watch . The cinematography & costumes & settings are wondrous if you like. Like HERO the story slowly reveals more depth as the main characters struggle with their personal feelings which come into conflict with their sense of loyalty & honour. It is a story of heroism & loyalty & romance & has an operatic feel to it as did HERO. This is the lesser of the two films as the story is not as well fleshed out nor as much of a sweeping epic as HERO is. It is also more episodic in the way it unfolds whereas in the film Hero the narrative was related to the Emperor by the nameless Hero & we are presented different versions of what actually occurred.
The fight scenes are great feats of choreography & are played out as works of ballet & opera. The film also has the ambition of a Shakespearean tragedy.
The fight scenes are improbable but fascinating set pieces of warriors flying through a bamboo forest through golden fields or fighting while snow fall & swirls around the combatants.

Anyway here is the plot as it were:
The year is 859AD and China's once flourishing Tang Dynasty is in decline. Unrest is raging throughout the land, and the corrupt government is locked in battle with rebel armies that are forming in protest. The largest, and most prestigious of these is the 'House of Flying Daggers', which is growing ever more powerful under a mysterious new leader. Two local captains, Leo and Jin are ordered to capture the new leader and the two hatch an elaborate plan. Hearing that one of the assassins operates in guise as a courtesan at the Peony Pavilion. Jin goes in as a customer and asks to see the best girl, the blind Mei, while Leo pretends to burst in to stop his boorish behaviour. She dazzles him with her dance showing off her skill in what they call ‘ the echo game ‘ but then tries to kill him. He has her arrested, believing that she is the daughter of the Flying Daggers’ recently assassinated leader, who is reputed to be both blind and a martial arts master. Captain Jin will pretend to be a lone warrior called Wind and rescue the beautiful, blind revolutionary Mei, from prison, earning her trust and escorting her to the secret headquarters of the House of Flying Daggers. They are pursued by soldiers who pretend to try and kill them to add conviction to the escape. But as they travel, the mission is tested by the inflamed passions between Jin and Mei and then the news that the general has taken over and ordered the pursuing soldiers to kill them for real.
We later discover Leo knew Mei before & he is also in Love with her thereby creating a “ Love Triangle
which adds more to the opening scenes after repeated viewing .

The ‘Echo Game’ is a dazzling display of choreography of the mix of dance & martial arts( like an over the top Fred Astaire or Gene Kelly number). We are firmly placed in a world of fantasy of Grand Opera where colour sound & movement are used to create moments of drama of danger of fear of hate & of love. The love between Mei & Jin /Wind is the only thing of real value. But No one seems to be who they claim to be so it becomes difficult for Mei & Jin to come to terms with how they feel about each other since they are pawns in a bigger game. Their loyalty to their masters & their honour are at stake in a society which holds these values as more important than one’s personal feelings.


For more on this film see:

House of Flying Daggers
Cannes Film Festival site offers plot synopsis, articles, and video clips.
www.festival-cannes.fr/films/

www.moria.co.nz/fantasy/flyingdaggers.htm

From: www.filmthreat.com/Reviews
review by Stina Chyn

IMDb: House of Flying Daggers
www.imdb.com/title

Amazon.com: House of Flying Daggers (2005): DVD
www.amazon.com

www.apple.com

also see SENSES OF CINEMA
article on Zhang Yimou
by Mary Farquhar
www.sensesofcinema.com

AND:
Open Directory - Arts: Movies: Filmmaking: Directing: Directors: Zhang Yimou ...
dmoz.org/Arts/Movies .com

See You Later,
GORD.

Thursday, February 7, 2008

FAMILY VALUES SERIAL MOM PARENTS THE STEPFATHER & THE BRADY BUNCH & AH FUCK ART

FAMILY VALUES SERIAL MOM PARENTS THE STEPFATHER & THE BRADY BUNCH & AH FUCK ART


MOVIES ABOUT FAMILY VALUES
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Obscene phone call



Wearing white after labor day






SATIRE OR EXPLOITATION
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Anyway I was out shopping for videos on Saturday & I bought the film Serial Mom . After watching it again I just wanted to share a few thoughts about it & some other similar films.

So Did you ever see John Waters' film Serial Mom in which Kathleen Turner plays the perfect mom like Beaver Clever's Mom except when someone upsets her she takes to making obscene phone calls & then begins killing people who hurt members of her family or who do not recycle or refuse to rewind their videos before returning them to the video store where her son works or guys who do not treat her boy crazy daughter in the way that she believes they should or the teacher who believes Kathleen Turner's son is in need of therapy & accuses of her poor parenting skills. Anyway you get the picture as the police close in on her she becomes a celebrity who has a growing fan base . The young people think of her as being cool & when she enters a punk rock grunge type club & sets a guy on fire on the stage the all girl punk band take part in burning the guy to death. It is a wickedly & delicious bit of black comedy which has similar targets for send-up like Natural Born Killers but this film is not as over the top or as brutal & vicious.

Serial Mom is like the film series The Stepfather which is also about a parent & family man who seeks perfection from others & his family & when reality settles in he feels forced to kill his new family because they are not perfect like the families on TV like Beaver's family or the family in Father Knows Best or My Three Sons or The Brady Bunch. And before he kills his new family he begins to create a new family in a nearby city to set himself up again by first murdering the father in the family he has targeted to be his family & then woos & seduces the mother of that family till he finally marries her & becomes the children's stepfather only to repeat the whole cycle again. It is also funny at times but is a much darker film than Serial Mom.

Another bizzarre little film similar to these is Parents in which a young boy discovers his parents are cannibals & what adds to the menacing mood of this film is that it takes place in the late 50's or early sixties when we assume a lot of suburbanites really did try to live their lives according to some unrealistic ideal of family life as portrayed on TV & in magazines. Anyway these are all interesting & bizzarre takes on love , romance & the quest for the ideal relationship & the ideal family situation.

Another strange take on family life & reality versus the fantasy world of the perfect TV family is the more light-hearted films The Brady Bunch & The Brady Bunch: A Very Brady Sequel. In these movies the Bradys are still as unrealistic as ever but are placed in the real world where people are not as innocent & caring as are the Bradys. In the Sequel a guy who claims to be Mrs Bradys deceased or missing former husband just shows up one day though he doesn't look anything like her dead husband Mrs Brady believes him. One of the great scenes in the movie is when the guy is fed his own magic-mushrooms & is stoned & tripping while having dinner with the Bradys.

For more on these films & especially other Cult Films see:
http://www.cultmovies.info/
www.deadrabbit.org
www.mathewlilland.com
www.theZreview.co.uk

And now I'd like to share a poem of mine which deals with the theme of art & the artist:

...ah fuck art

In a dream walking along a street
in some sad lonely city
a shadow passed over blocking out the sun
an imagined giant snail come to life
flying through the cracking China-Blue sky
revealing the sky-hooks hanging
from the Great Perpetual Cosmic machinery
& I remembered my artist friend
who gave up at twenty-five
before he really started
...ah fuck art he said
all created to entertain & distract the public
who demand the inane & the second rate
& the rest is just artsy-fartsy crap
she is a wicked devious demanding
sometimes deadly mistress
as he ripped up canvases & photos
& note-books of sketches & little poems
& one act plays for radio
tossing them into a flame-licked sooty fire-place
at least they’ll serve a purpose now
keeping out the cold winter air -

remembering his charcoal sketches oil paintings
& black & white photos of surrealistic images
of objects robbed of context
a rocking chair taking a trip
around the city on sidewalks & streets
on roof tops & fire-escapes
a face inside a hat of a man
held by the man himself
paintings of gigantic snails & slugs
flying over a city-scape of sky-scrapers
ripping into the virginal china-blue sky
& other paintings of buildings
clouds & angels hanging precariously
from sky-hooks over the heads of myopic pedestrians-

burdened by the soul of an artist & a poet
believing in love eternal
believing people were honest & forthright
working at odd-jobs as a house -painter
waiter bartender taxi driver night-watchman
clerk at a video-store or used book-store
stamping & stacking books at the city library
hanging out with the arty-bohemian crowd
trying so hard to fit in
watching foreign & arty films
reading fashionable books of the In-crowd
quoting the latest Gurus
pursuing women he would never get
just slumming just a phase
just playing a part he couldn’t understand
believing their promises of undying love
surprised as they moved on to settle down
marrying one of their own kind
too naive to realize
he didn't have the right credentials
becoming their Court Jester-

INGMAR BERGMAN ON DEATH , DREAMS, & DELUSIONS & THE FILM AS AN INTIMATE & PRIVATE EXPERIENCE

INGMAR BERGMAN ON DEATH , DREAMS, & DELUSIONS & THE FILM AS AN INTIMATE & PRIVATE EXPERIENCE


DEATH & MAX VON SYDOW PLAY CHESS IN INGMAR BERGMAN'S "THE SEVENTH SEAL"(1957)
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Clip from Seventh Seal





" No other art-medium—neither painting nor poetry—can communicate the specific quality of the dream as well as the film can. When the lights go down in the cinema and this white shining point opens up for us, our gaze stops flitting hither and thither, settles and becomes quite steady. We just sit there, letting the images flow out over us. Our will ceases to function. We lose our ability to sort things out and fix them in their proper places. We're drawn into a course of events—we're participants in a dream. And manufacturing dreams, that's a juicy business." INGMAR BERGMAN

DANCE OF DEATH SCENE FROM INGMAR BERGMAN" THE SEVENTH SEAL" (1957)
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" My basic view of things is—not to have any basic view of things. From having been exceedingly dogmatic, my views on life have gradually dissolved. They don't exist any longer." INGMAR BERGMAN

POSTER FOR INGMAR BERGMAN's FILM "THROUGH A GLASS DARKLY" (1961)

"I'm no bookworm. Never have been, never will be. But of everything to do with pictures and images I'm omnivorous. All that affects me intensely, closely. Whatever is visible or audible—image and sound—that's what affects me most." INGMAR BERGMAN


INGMAR BERGMAN'S "CRIES & WHISPERS" (1972)
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Ingmar Bergman is another director whom always amazes me. His films are not for everyone, so be it. His films which I enjoyed watching a number of times include THE SEVENTH SEAL, PERSONA, CRIES & WHISPERS, FANNY & ALEXANDER, Through A GLASS DARKLY, THE VIRGIN SPRING & his version of Mozart's THE MAGIC FLUTE. Like Bunuel & David Lynch or Fellini he is always pushing what film can be further than can be expected. He challenges the viewer & sometimes it just doesn't work but to me that's what any great artist no matter what the medium attempts to do.

So here are some bits of info on Bergman:

Ingmar Bergman

Universally regarded as one of the great masters of modern cinema, Bergman has often concerned himself with spiritual and psychological conflicts. His work has evolved in distinct stages over four decades, while his visual style-intense, intimate, complex-has explored the vicissitudes of passion with a mesmerizing cinematic rhetoric. His prolific output tends to return to and elaborate on recurrent images, subjects and techniques. Like the Baroque composers, Bergman works on a small scale, finding invention in theme and variation. Bergman works primarily in the chamber cinema genre, although there are exceptions, such as the journey narrative of WILD STRAWBERRIES (1957) and the family epic of FANNY AND ALEXANDER (1983). Chamber cinema encloses space and time, permitting the director to focus on mise-en-scène and to pay careful attention to metaphoric detail and visual rhythm. Perhaps his most expressive technique is his use of the facial close-up. For Bergman, the face, along with the hand, allows the camera to reveal the inner aspects of human emotion. His fascination with the female face can be seen most strikingly in PERSONA (1966) and CRIES AND WHISPERS (1972)


FROM INGMAR BERGMAN'S "FANNY & ALEXANDER"
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STILL PHOTO FROM "FANNY & ALEXANDER"
" I hope I never get so old I get religious."

Ingmar Bergman
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Biography from Leonard Maltin's Movie Encyclopedia:

" One of the most important figures of the modern cinema, this phenomenally talented artist, through a series of films dating back to the 1940s, practically created and defined his own genre. Noted for pictures that probe the inner reaches of human emotion, Bergman has served as a model for generations of film makers around the world. His primary concerns are spiritual conflict and the fragility of the psyche; within these frameworks, he has crafted a body of work celebrated for its technical and textual innovation. Bergman's interest in life's enduring questions was undoubtedly fueled by a strict Lutheran upbringing (his father was chap lain to the Swedish royal family). As a child, Bergman displayed an active imagination and a love for the theater, which was also manifested during his training as an actor and director at the University of Stockholm."

also see THE INTERNET MOVIE DATABASE
www.imdb.com/

INGMAR BERGMAN
/www.kirjasto.sci.fi/bergman/

And also see website:
TRIBE’S DVDs
/tribex.typepad.com/tribes_dvds/ingmar_bergman

THE MAGIC WORKS OF INGMAR BERGMAN
& www.geocities.com/

& INGMAR BERGMAN : DARKNESS BEFORE THE DAWN
www.hal-pc.org/~questers/bergman.

And at Website :1-World Festival of Foreign Films
"Bringing you a World-Wide selection of foreign films on video and DVD."
/www.1worldfilms.com/Ingmar

Also see HAMISH FORD at:
www.sensesofcinema.com/



For an in-depth analysis of the works of Ingmar Bergman see the essay by Hamish Ford “SENSE OF CINEMA” (
www.sensesofcinema.com/). Hamish Ford argues that Bergman’s films are often too easily dismissed by film critics & students alike.

I believe part of the reason for this is that Bergman’s films demand one’s complete attention & is an experience different from the experience one has while watching most films. Bergman’s films may contain little overt action as the action is more psychological & metaphysical. I find this analysis rings quite true for me.

It is also as Mr. Ford mentions that the experience of film watching is changed by VHS & DVDs. Viewing a film on DVD in the comfort of one's home & at one's convenience we are able to become fully engaged & absorbed while watching a film which then becomes more similar to the experience of reading a novel . It is an intimate & personal experience & not a communal act.

Anyway see you next time,
GORD

" VISIONS OF THE SUBTERRANEAN IN THIS RUN - DOWN ROOMING - HOUSE OF THE SOUL " AS RIPPED FROM " TALES OF CAFE APOLLINAIRE "

" VISIONS OF THE SUBTERRANEAN IN THIS RUN - DOWN ROOMING - HOUSE OF THE SOUL " AS RIPPED FROM " TALES OF CAFE APOLLINAIRE "


PAINTING " MEISTER VOM HIMMEL " BY MICHAEL SOWA
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PAINTING " MAN WITH WASP " BY MICHAEL SOWA
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PAINTING " HUMMINGBIRD MAN " BY MICHAEL SOWA
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PAINTING " FLOCK OF PIGS " BY MICHAEL SOWA
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Anyway here are the last sections of the poem " Visions of the Subterranean in this Run-Down Rooming-House of the Soul " ripped from the long poem " Tales of Cafe Apollinaire ".

III

The Subterranean daily lines up
with the other outcasts
at the little soup-kitchen next door
for his & their only meal of the day
on the street the rush-hour traffic
bumper-to-bumper slowed to a crawl
of those passing through
cursing swearing banging their steering-wheels
fearing their time being wasted
& their time is money returning
to sterile suburbia their eyes focused
straight ahead rendering these outcasts
invisible having found success
coming from working in their Glittering
Towers of Glass in the City's Centre
which nightly they abandon in this run-down
rooming-house of the soul-

The Subterranean in this run-down
rooming-house of the soul over-shadowed
in the long autumnal shadows
of the tall Glittering Towers of Glass
visions revealed of the mind
a lotus flower blossoming
lifting the burden off the soul
ripping away the razor-wire coiled
around our hearts left dreaming love
believing in essence we are more
than these bodies we inhabit
being prismatic streams of light
in this run-down rooming house
of the soul-

IV

Visions in this run-down rooming-house
of the soul revealing numerous
entangled intertwined roots
the more we dig uncovering
veins of gold in the root-cellar
beneath this run-down rooming-house
of the soul-once you had a plan your
life laid out for you from A to Z
from beginning to end
wondering if it is your life
you are leading Walking crawling
on broken glass & egg shells
in this run-down rooming-house
of the soul where nocturnal creatures
give free advice & counseling
unraveling threads of images
bombarding us in ambushes
of a down-pour of disconnected
images & word-filled winds rushing
all about us against our faces
stinging us chilling us to the bone
passing through us trapped inside
our muddled chaotic bric-a-brac stuffed
jumble-jar in this run-down rooming-house
of lost & forgotten souls-

How is it that so many claim to find
meaning insisting on purpose in this dreary
run-down rooming-house of the soul
where giant leopard slugs
lurk in the shadows performing
secret ancient rituals in the bushes
just outside under our windows
sacrificing dogs & cats
dragged into the shadows
their terror too much for us
in this run-down rooming-house
of the soul -

V

The Subterranean having visions
of the Valley of slaughter
where human carcasses are tossed
where the Vultures of Heaven feed
where the living envy the dead
where we feed off Wormwood
where we drink the waters of Gall
where our faces have become flames
where flames give birth to faces
in this run-down rooming-house
of the soul-

That all for now,
GORD.

" AN EPIC FOR OUR TIME : A REQUIEM " PART XI "DREAMING CAFE APOLLINAIRE "

" AN EPIC FOR OUR TIME : A REQUIEM " PART XI "DREAMING CAFE APOLLINAIRE "




















MOULIN ROUGE BY LAUTREC

Anyway here is part XI of my poem in progress " AN EPIC FOR OUR TIME "
So stay awhile-

“AN EPIC FOR OUR TIME : A REQUIEM ”
PART X : " Dreaming Café Apollinaire "

Dreaming Café Apollinaire where once we talked of revolution
filled with fire & passion
rowdy loud & boisterous
our cigarette smoke circled round our heads
becoming the tzars of the café
acting the fools of the café
believing everyone was corrupt
believing not everyone was corrupt
believing in justice & brotherhood
having gone on a march or two
making fun of those who still go on a march or two
and other silly nonsense
feeling so superiour
believing in nothing
believing in art & poetry
discussing theology & philosophy
wandering through Plato’s Cave & Dante's Inferno
always accompanied by our muse -



later with our student days at university behind us
becoming patrons of more upscale fern bars
where the toilets always over flowed
sitting with our drinking companions
our friends of the moment
telling of our adventures of hunting for deals
of the newest gadgets & home renovations
to which there is no end
arguing about films of the pretensious sort
or some predictable prepackaged Hollywood bit of fluff
fast food for the mind always the same
or repeating lines from some popular tv show
did you see this weeks episode they ask
forgetting the rules of the game after one too many drinks
admiring the works of Hemingway Orwell & Kerouac
drifting into De Sade & Sartre
arguing about St. Augustine Nietzsche Freud & Marx
circling round to Baudelaire & Rimbaud
always writing the same poem
art collapsing in upon itself
then down upon the heads of the patrons of Café Apollinaire
someone takes the stage reading real poetry
unveiling the heart & soul of poetry
not just the trivial & the quaint
divorced from stilted academia
twisting the knife into the champions of the status quo
where meaning is not lost in obscurity
or buried beneath a truck load of erudition
or taking shelter in forms & styles long dead
searching instead for what is truly felt & thought
seeking substance over style -

later again falling back on old habits
having left the life of ease behind
becoming jaded & cynical
searching for a new role to play
drunk every night for years on end
being tossed out of the best & the worst bars
in the shadows of towers of steel & glass
sitting in noisy smelly bars
dreaming of the girl in the yellow angora sweater
lusting after the Goth girl in leather boots
an original then becoming a fad as common as dirt
they suck the fun out of everything
all those guys marching for this or that
just to get laid growing into empty headed accountants &
cynical lawyers only in it for the money &
willfully blind bureaucrats hiding in those towers of steel & glass
( passing by the whores hanging out on Hollis Street
do the whores still hang out on Hollis street )
now we are old & complacent
living in a world of gadgets
dreaming of acquiring a thousand new improved gadgets
to fill our empty over-sized house
always in the act of renovating
never quite satisfied
we’ve seen it all before
knowing just where it will all lead
more shattered dreams more broken hearts -

where once we joked about revolution
lost in our glibness & cynicism
surrounded by the walking wounded
surrounded by the walking dead -

as we watch our numbers dwindle
as we watch our friends disappear
as we watch them confess their faults
major or minor or just imaginary
in public trials staged for the media
for family & their new & more impressive friends
those of the right sort -

See you later,
GORD.