Thursday, January 26, 2012

no future no past

"No Past No Future" is the title of my tumblr, where the latest picture I've posted is one of clouds. "No Future No Past" is the title of this raw, enter-the-void song from Cloud Nothings.

Saturday, January 21, 2012

A Hotel

I love it how things thought to be lost aren't really lost, they're somewhere out there just waiting to be (re)discovered by the curious ones.

I Am A Hotel (1983), written by Leonard Cohen and Mark Shekter:

Monday, January 16, 2012

January 16: Old Ideas


+ This wonderfully fantastic, poetic text about inspired by Sailor Moon, by Elaine Castillo. I'm already uncomfortable with my stillness, and sometimes I wonder if re:watching Sailor Moon now (instead of watching sth more "serious") doesn't somehow mean that I'm regressing. Then I read sth like this and I realize: I'm watching it differently. I might not produce insightful texts like Elaine Castillo's but at least I know I'm seeing things I couldn't have seen with the eyes of my nine-year-old self.

+ Reading about Miss Fury, the first superheroine in comics. Now I badly want this book, but I'm afraid it will have to wait - it's so fucking expensive.

+ "Going home" with Leonard Cohen. I cannot wait to listen to his Old Ideas.

+ Tina Fey photobombing Amy Poehler at the Golden Globes.

And here's another Tina Fey photobomb, proving that no matter how many times she repeats it, it's still funny.

+ And speaking of the Golden Globes... #whereisryangosling?

Saturday, January 14, 2012

January 14: Broken Hearts Requiem


+ Reading a book in Spanish for the first time. And in that book, finding this quote by Salvador Dalí: "Isabel la Católica, las hostias consagradas, los melones, los rosarios, las indigestiones truculentas, las corridas de toros, los tambores de Calanda y las sardinas del Ampurdán. En resumen: mi vida debe orientarse hacia España y la Familia." Los tambores de Calanda. This, just a couple of days or so after having seen Peppermint Frappé, in which Julian is sure he first saw Elena in Calanda, durante la Semana Santa, when she was playing un tambor.

Peppermint Frappé (Carlos Saura, 1967)

+ This interview with Marin Mălaicu-Hondrari. There really is sth special about Bristriţa. It's been almost a year since I was there, and I'm looking forward to going again. March, maybe. Yes. I can see myself taking a train to Bristriţa and going to the Synagogue for a concert or a book release. And this summer: I won't forgive myself if I miss the poetry festival again.

+ Finding Zazen, by Vanessa Veselka, in its entirety at Google Books. It is quite odd that a 2011 release should be available in its entirety... I just hope I can finish reading it soon, in case they decide to take it down at some point.

+ The new Austra video, for Spellwork. I like it that they don't take themselves too seriously and that their videos are a bit silly. And the queer sexual imagery is a plus. Also: this video reinforces my recently acquired obsession with hidden faces.

+ A new cover from Holly Miranda: In Spite Of Me [free download]. There's sth cosmic about her re:interpretation of this Morphine song.

+ Broken Hearts Requiem, by Pheobe Collings-James. About this piece she says: "The gallery was shoebox small and as it reached crescendo the sound was so hypnotic that despite the near deafening wails people watched it through to the end. I was having quite a traumatic year whilst making that piece and the thought of sitting in front of a computer blubbing over a tiny, grainy youtube video seems ridiculous now. But actually, finding comfort in the inanimate, as futuristic as it sounds is the reality we are living in. I guess that’s what video often strives toward. Making the inanimate, animate." (from her interview for Dossier). I can relate to what she's saying about finding comfort in the inanimate. For over a week now I've been finding myself listening again and again to a former teen idol I used to like a lot in the late 90s. I watch his old videos on youtube and keep hitting that replay button over and over again. It is ridiculous. It has also become quite depressing. At the same time though, it is incredibly comforting.

Sunday, January 1, 2012

January 1: Mythologies

{1} City Lights (Charles Chaplin, 1931), the third out of the six Chaplin films I've seen today. I'm too lazy to set up my dvd player to the bigger, better tv set, so I keep on watching dvds on the tiny tv screen in my room. Not the ideal way of watching films, but then again, I've never really cared about that. Plus, I've become somewhat fascinated with the effects created when photographing this screen. It's like taking its fingerprints.

{2-3} Mythologies, by Roland Barthes, and cherry flavored green tea. It's about time I started reading Barthes. I'm only halfway through Mythologies, yet I already understand why he's an important author for feminist theory. Even though I could read it in original, I didn't feel like staring at a screen when I could borrow the Romanian translation from my local library. I like its particular smell. I like its cracked spine. You don't get that from an ebook.

{3} Lately I've been enjoying marshmallows. A lot. These are Haribo marshmallows, the only type I can find around here. But my thoughts are still with that one American marshmallow I ate many years ago, roasted over a campfire and sandwiched between a cracker and a piece of chocolate. I also associate marshmallows with Xavier Dolan's delicious Les amours imaginaires:

Les amours imaginaires (Xavier Dolan, 2010)