Tag Archives: silent film

Labyrinth

You say no more words because it is something to say, a way to get started on using more words to constellate yourself, to orient your innate trembling. Mapless, we wander. To wander, mapless and wordless, what would that be … Continue reading

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Lulu in Hollywood

By cyclical turns, she burned silver into stock– Lulu’s lasting surge.

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Shutter

Witness to a claim, Pandora’s box-cutting gaze– hope at the bottom.

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Moonstruck

Coming attractions– The moon, starring in its own epic tome to film.

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Fear and Loathing in Golgotha

Beatitude earned by way of human cruelty– The head count, shameful.   (Film still from The Passion of Joan of Arc)

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Buster’s Blues

At the fool’s margins, ceremony gives due pause for a life well-worn.  

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Cadenza

Some death is musical, a candied apparition scalding the bones of Venus in soft chambers of silk and notes of smoldering silence.

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The Passion of Joan of Arc

(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

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Louise to the nth degree

Remember, love, there’s more of me where I came from– Frames cannot hold us.

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Arson

Committing arson, five-alarm siren on screen– Louise Brooks, how you burned.    

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