mysterious and invisible

last film of 2007. filmed in 2 parts. part one with magic hour, fireflies and piano. part two with wasser and light. sound discovered and realized by asher and rendered by m swiezynski.early version available briefly here.

spinning camera in berlin alexanderplatz

crowd images from the boxing sequence in rainer werner fassbinder's epilogue from berlin alexanderplatz, 1980.the camera spins around and around from the center of the ring, picking up ghostly images of the cheering crowd. camerawork by xaver schwarzenberger.

…all these adventurers, fairy tale princes, sea pirates, and magnanimous criminals, I don’t complain that they have passed on but I would wish that they might find with every new orbit that life affords us successors on whom the whole sum of love and belief dedicated to them might be carried on.- Ernst Junger

...from aft came the tunes of the band....

(iceberg)...from aft came the tunes of the band..... the ship was gradually turning on her nose - just like a duck that goes down for a dive. i had only one thing on my mind - to get away from the suction. the band was still playing. i guess all of the band went down. they were playing autumn then. i swam with all my might. i suppose i was 150 feet away when the titanic, on her nose, with her

anything not strange is invisible- paul valery, cahiers

Since I saw my grave,there is nothing I wantbut to live.Heinrich von Kleist

E is for elephant

The elephant is only a huge beast, but he is the most worthy that lives on the earth and has the most sense. I want to tell you about a characteristic of his honesty: he never changes females and loves tenderly the one he has chosen, with whom he nonetheless copulates only every three years, and that only for five days, so secretly that he is never seen in the act. But he is seen, however, on

ford at fox

ford at fox: 24 films from john ford’s years with twentieth century fox where he made more than 50 films from 1920 through 1952includes:disc 1: what price glorydisc 2: my darling clementinedisc 3: how green was my valleydisc 4: tobacco roaddisc 5: grapes of wrathdisc 6: drums along the mohawkdisc 7: wee willie winkiedisc 8: young mister lincolndisc 9: prisoner on shark islanddisc 10: steamboat

scarce sufficient to afford a dish of hodge-podge

classic books (number 1):don quixote by miguel de cervantespart one first published in 1605, part two in 1615in a village of la mancha the name of which i have no desire to recall, there lived not so long ago one of those gentlemen who always have a lance in the rack, an ancient buckler, a skinny nag, and a greyhound for the chase. a stew with more beef than mutton in it, chopped meat for his

"Who knows," says Euripides, "if life is not death, and death life?" Plato in one of his dialogues puts these words into the mouth of Socrates, the wisest of men, the very man who created the theory of general ideas and first considered the clarity and distinctness of our judgments to be an index of their truth. According to Plato, Socrates almost always when death is discussed says the same, or

When my mother died I was very young,And my father sold me while yet my tongueCould scarcely cry 'weep! 'weep! 'weep! 'weep!So your chimneys I sweep, and in soot I sleep.There's little Tom Dacre, who cried when his head,That curled like a lamb's back, was shaved: so I said,"Hush, Tom! never mind it, for when your head's bare,You know that the soot cannot spoil your white hair."And so he was quiet

Weeping we scattered the seed on the fallow ground and sadly we went away. - Sigmund von Birken

This running against the walls of our cage is perfectly, absolutely hopeless.Ethics so far as it springs from the desire to say something about the ultimate meaning of life, the absolute good, the absolute valuable, can be no science.What it says does not add to our knowledge in any sense. But it is a document of a tendency in the human mind which I personally cannot help respecting deeply and I

i only want that i never had a friend

When I am dead, my dearestWhen I am dead, my dearest,Sing no sad songs for me;Plant thou no roses at my head,Nor shady cypress tree:Be the green grass above meWith showers and dewdrops wet;And if thou wilt, remember,And if thou wilt, forget.I shall not see the shadows,I shall not feel the rain;I shall not hear the nightingaleSing on, as if in pain:And dreaming through the twilightThat doth not

'The leg that you wash tonight could be amputated tomorrow."- Guido Ceronetti

utterly alien.

hans henny jahnn

they will most certainly mischief you.

"Could I be a Punch? The Punch of my childhood you know - his spine broken in two, his nose on the floor between his feet, his legs and arms rigidly spread in that attitude of profound despair, so pathetically droll, of toys tossed in a corner ... This evening I seem to be within a corner, spine cracked, nose in the dust. Would you kindly scrape together the poor devil, put him tenderly in your