Also, the point you made about aristocracy in Pulp Fiction was not missed. It is possibly one of the strongest points to be made about film in general, say true.
It was a great achievement, but I don’t think it was ever Tarantino’s goal.
Yeah Gibson is still the only one killing people with his films.
Damn. That should be nice.
I heard he got in trouble at Cannes over not giving the one woman, that loudmouth girl in the Wolf, too many lines. This might also bode well. I just always hope to get a shock like Pulp Fiction. That still stands as the best movie ever made, as far as Im concerned. The way Butch sneaks up to his place to get his watch, the centre of the Earth.
Another thing T is doing is trying to move away from the indulgence of his RD, PF movies.
He wants to pin down a beautiful melody.
Like true aristocracy then. Not a goal, always already attained.
No I don’t buy that.
There is no trying to get away from the fountainhead. It just happens.
Pulp Fiction was the pivotal film, the moment where (set in Brad Fiedel music] cinema became self aware.
Hahahaha yeah, Tarantino still getting in trouble.
That’s how you know the world is still right side up.
Yep.
I’m not really that arrogant. My real answer is no fountainhead, only relationship with the muses.
[youtube]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=olQrCfkvbGw[/youtube]
The only thing that can stand up to the power of the Catholic church in terms of ceremony. And instead of dread, you walk out of there feeling replenished, closer to God.
My sister married a consumate musician, of classical tendency but, you know, French, modern French, bohemian. in the wedding, at which I was best man, he had some music friends over and they sang a bunch of these songs. I was dancin and swayin. People were like wut. I was feelin it. I even resented them a little as, being bohemians, they didn’t go for the true power. But their understanding of the music was correct enough and I felt that shit. Felt so so bad for the others there, unwilling or unable to feel the grace, awkwardly seeking to join the dance but like in a catholic way. But the grace was there, it didn’t matter.
Yeah. That shit.
[youtube]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ljup8cIRzIk[/youtube]
When you realize it sprang from the exact same ground as this:
[youtube]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_G4SIpijScs[/youtube]
You be like damn. You come close to understanding the power.
(Sorry for the edits, wanted to get one with the chanting)
Spanish: dances are for sexy
Africans: dancing is for invoking spirits
Spanish: we can work it out.
Only time I came close to Christianity was in Savannah in a black baptist church. The pastor was a man of god, no doubt. I just already had my own gods. I couldn’t do it, I told him, even though I allowed him to pray for me and explain what he thought Jesus is. I was definitely impressed and moved.
My grandfather later sent him a letter.
“Many thanks from a grandfather”.
P R A I S E H E R
P R A I S E D I A N A
Pezerocles lke Hercules in a cul de sac
fulla gags no bully, ultra like MK, sultry like Vokchok
old school no old sock
old new balance
cold salad, host valiant
Cali weed no valium,
Quebec weapon, slick ice no side stepping
one squirrel two squirrel three squirrels tripping
with the crow at the oak
thats how the shit go
where I’m from in the snow
where the drums buried deep in the side of Papineau
Rosemont alley
cats in the alley
cats in the dark
Farc Farc farc
did I just go there
green beret
peons in array
red dilemma
bet all ya gemmas
kill all ya gammas
burn all the betas
aim at the alphas
beware the zeros
they turn into heros
got nowhere to go
except the ozone layer
big Higgs-boson-player
abstract pappie
lackadaisy rapper
jibber like jabber
meet the old Gabber
moms in heat
proms around the corner
like Lawrence of the Street
get born get borner
by saving the day
I made my estate
im crazy that way
call me daylight saving
Dagaz
fuckers
evil drivel
beavel and bunghole, the demon
cleaving aeons like shields of peons
dream on says the stream
dream on and seethe on demon
He-Man, lead then!
lead these heathens and beat men
beat men and women and give solaces
give balls in big palaces
raise hell and empty all chalices
no more jealous malice
breach crevices of meritless intelligence
belligerent ignorant jibbering
of summer sun simplicity
by pillaging ethnicity
and leaving villages empty and stinking cities
filled to the brim with anything but hippies
vinyl crackling like pinewood
good iron in the fire
stare at the sparks
going ark ark ark
FC
AKA
T 7000
terminate every motherfucng thing in your browser
king in my castle like Bowser
Another castle
holed up with the gold
and the golden-haired
she can let it grow down there
but she wont
she wants to be my bling
wants to be my Rolex
luxury accessory of raw sex
you all set?
Journalists? Why am I like this?
dont judge me its a process
(or thats what this ho says)
Oh what beauties. Is the horse running to something or away from something?
Or is he exercising his raison de etre?
God, how I would love to hug that horse and whisper into his ear. Beautiful!
Yes - a horse is an especially pure reason of being, it has one desire. Well two maybe but one that makes it particular, and special. No other animal just runs for the hell of it.
You know von Clausewitz’ saying war is politics continued by other means?
This horse is the lightning continued by other means.
