All of life contained in a few blurry videos.
Related or unrelated, we're creating a monster. (I'm not a Skateshearian, but I like the reading of The Ghost as a manifestation of demons broiling within and unleashed as bloody tragedy at the very end. If the past is not reckoned with, we will all pay tribute to our ignorance, stubbornness with our own blood.)
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Label: Brando, Capitalism, Larry King
“…it’s hard to resist your own substance, you’d like to stop all this, give yourself time to think about it and listen without difficulty to your heartbeat, but it’s too late for that. This thing can never stop. This enormous steel box is on a collision course; we, inside it, are whirling madly with the machines and the Earth. All together, along with the thousands of little wheels and hammers that never strike at the same time, that make noises which shatter one another, some so violent that they release a kind of silence around them, which makes you feel a little better. You give into noise as you give in to war. As the machines you let yourself go with the two three ideas that are wobbling about at the top of your head. And that’s the end. From then on everything you look at, everything you touch is hard. And everything you still manage to remember more or less becomes as rigid as iron and loses its savor in your thoughts.” Celine, Journey to the End of the Night
“It’s not that I like the empire—I hate it—but there’s nothing I can do about it right now.” Luke Skywalker, Star Wars
1 comment:
What's with the singing, the dog and Brando's pants, which seem to be three sizes too small for his legs? What a strange interview.
The movie "Burn" is also called "Queimada". All praise IMDB! Can't wait to see it. It's a shame the dog had to cut Brando off from talking about it.
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