Tag Archives: Cinema
(Review of The Passion of Joan of Arc, the silent film classic, which is celebrating its 90th anniversary.) Celebrating its 90th anniversary, Dreyer’s film remains starkly modern in its composition and complexion, fixed in an otherworldly and hallucinogenic present. Jean Cocteau … Continue reading
Succubus to self, modeling Salome, dance of the seven deadly veils, thinned, to bare pleasure, and visitation rites.
Committing arson, five-alarm siren on screen– Louise Brooks, how you burned.
Men, who took the fall, to keep the world in stitches– Clowning achievement. (Film still from Limelight, the only film in which Chaplin and Keaton appeared together).
She, the heroine, in the still of her own life– Christ, how far to go? (Photo by Cindy Sherman)
Survivors bible, How to Fall and Get Back Up– In slapstick we trust.
The ongoing rabble and cinematic narrative in my mind is finding how nourishing and full and tender the heart can grow steeped in silence alone.
Anya and I started making out. It went on for a long, tangled while. I ventured to Anya’s breasts, smoothing my hands over them through her shirt. Then my hands went under her shirt and I was in exciting, unfamiliar … Continue reading
There are no mirrors here, yet everywhere I see myself, a bated draft of furls, each bearing the right to exist, and respire ably.