"you're afraid to bleed..."

_posted in dayedayerocks | words | 14 June 2007

im not sure what's going on with me today, i seem to be really fragile for some reason. i havent even talked to anyone face to face today and im a bit unnerved. im not sure why. today im showing a very short piece from my documentary for my final and that could be way, im a bundle of nerves. but i havent thought about that this morning, but everything else. i don't know. i think since finals week is over i have time to take a break and then start assessing things, which is always a bad idea. i think thats why i run on empty, that whole object in motion stays in motion thing.

anyway... ive been listening to malcolm x this morning and mos def doing malcolm x. i love mos def but im always annoyed by his mumbling, but he gets his groove and sounds more like malcolm as he progresses.

i really dont know where im going with this, but it is what it is. i've always found inspiration in people like malcolm, concepts of struggle and change; revolution. not that "fantasy of revolution" that tony kushner mentioned, but what malcolm calls a bloody revolution. maybe im going through my personal revolution. maybe thats my point. i was talking to my girl buffi (yes, her name is buffi and she's fucking punk rock!) and she's at that stage where its either play hard or go home. it's either 100% or its nothing. there cant be anymore half-assing. and coming from her, who's a fucking superstar to me, thats for real.

i think we should all have a rocking day today. it's been declared. today is a rocking day! i'll be in class from 9.30am - 6pm, then its off to my perfect sofa, a shoot of whiskey or a nice homemade margarita and my list of movies that i need to catch up on.

have a great day party people... play hard or go home...

collaborations

_posted in dayedayerocks | versus | words | 17 April 2007

i completely dig collaborations. so i'm proud to present,

the american crawl vs. on a bed of california stars

i choose marley

_posted in dayedayerocks | words | 29 October 2006

like the man said...

speak happiness!
sad enough without your woes.
speak of love.
sad enough without your foes.

in the middle of the night

_posted in dayedayerocks | words | 28 October 2006

on most nights, i read aloud poems and passages from plays, prose or other lovely chunks of words that make me feel... just feel... tonight i came across stephen crane's in the desert... i've never read any of his poetry... actually i cant ever recall reading any of his work, save for the red badge of courage. obviously im missing out... this, i think is lovley...

In the desert
I saw a creature, naked, bestial,
Who, squatting upon the ground,
Held his heart in his hands,
And ate of it.
I said: "Is it good, friend?"
"It is bitter - bitter," he answered;
"But I like it
Because it is bitter,
And because it is my heart."

quotes from tarkovsky

_posted in film | words | 21 June 2006

a few months ago while hubert sauper was speaking in my documentary class, he mentioned that tarkovsky was a huge influence for him, especially "sculpting in time." i knew of the book but never took the time to read it and shame on me... here are some random quotes from the book that i absolutely adore and felt compelled to share...

_quote 1

A vast number of cliches and commonplaces, nurtured by centuries of theatre, have unfortunately also found a resting-place in the cinema.

_quote 2

Masterpieces are born of the artist's struggle to express his ethical ideals.

_quote 3

In my childhood my mother suggested I read War and Peace for the first time, and for many years afterwards she would often quote from the novel, pointing out to me the subtly and the detail of Tolstoy's prose. War and Peace thus became for me a kind of school of art, a criterion of taste and artistic depth; after that it was no longer possible to read trash; it would give me an acute feeling of distaste.

_quote 4

An artist who has no faith is like a painter who was born blind.

_quote 5

The allotted function of art is not, as is often assumed, to put across ideas, to propagate thoughts, to serve as example. The aim of art is to prepare a person for death, to plough and harrow his soul, rendering it capable of turning to good.

_quote 6

The time in which a person lives gives him the opportunity of knowing himself as a moral being, engaged in the search for the truth; yet this gift which man has in his hands is at once delectable and bitter.

_quote 7

The artist has a duty to be calm. He has no right to show his emotion, his involvement, to go pouring it all out at the audience. Any excitement over a subject must be sublimated into an Olympian calm of form. That is the only way in which an artist can tell of the things that excite him.

_quote 8

The first thing to describe is the event, not your attitude to it.

_quote 9

Nothing can be more meaningless than the word 'search' applied to a work of art. It covers impotence, inner emptiness, lack of true creative consciousness, petty vainglory. 'An artist who is seeking' -- these words are merely the cover for a middle-brow acceptance of inferior work. Art is not science, one can't start experimenting. When an experiment remains on the level of experiment, and not a stage in the process of producing the finished work which the artist went through in private-- then the aim of art has not been attained.

_quote 10

I like the story of Picasso, who when asked about his 'search' replied wittily and pertinently (clearly irritated by the question): 'I don't seek, I find.'

_soundcheck: b.fleischmann, the humbucking coil