I was at a friend’s house last night and we got to talking about how we wish we could drop everything and pursue more artistic endeavours. Then she played this song from a group I’d never heard of called Low.
Turn off your monitor when you see the guy walk through the door, because what happens after that distracts from the lyrics.
I wish I’d seen The Fountain in a theatre. It deserves the biggest screen you can find. It’s a film I know I’ll have to watch again to fully appreciate. Even now, though, I’m still amazed by it. It is an existential mediation, a surreal yet very real exploration of love and grief and life and the universe and everything.
From the DVD Talk review: “While acknowledging that The Fountain may not suit everyone’s fancy, I still advocate that everyone should see it. Darren Aronofsky has written a script that is philosophical, spiritual, and emotional, and he has somehow dressed it up in truly gorgeous clothes without disappearing up his own behind in a fit of pretentiousness. Working with marvellous performances by Hugh Jackman and Rachel Weisz, the director has made a movie that is both a heady rush and emotionally powerful, giving us a feast for our eyes while also stimulating our brains and our hearts. A very rare treat.” What he said. (And check out Jim Emerson’s blog for further commentary on the film.)
William Wharton, a successful impressionist painter who at 53 published his first novel, “Birdy,” which won a National Book Award, became a critically acclaimed movie and led to a dozen more books, died Wednesday in Encinitas, Calif. He was 82.
Phillip and I are saddened to learn about this, that we won’t be reading anything new from him. You learn a lot about him and his family through his books, and he seemed to be someone you’d want to hang around with.
I believe that we constantly have to keep our ear to the ground, our ground, and all the rest of it, in order to know what seems to fit the morality and the persona of what we usually call “God”. But the very word “God” is meaningless. The word itself does not mean anything to me, I do not care for the word itself, it is just the word “dog” spelled backwards.
He talks about influences in his life including painters. An interesting interview.