Thursday, February 23, 2017


A small room inside a bay window. A single bed, a table and chair, and a sink. I could manage something larger, with more conveniences, but I could never match the view.

Snowdrops, crocuses, narcissus -- then everything else. (The first to emerge, the first to die.)

We delight in the sight of these bulb-based plants, but in death we have no words for them, no observations.

What of our floral world do we like best in dying? The maple leaf, Canada's most widely recognized symbol? The arbutus, a vine that carries aspects of its past deaths?

Tuesday, February 21, 2017

Signage



When "Unless" means (no) more?

Monday, February 20, 2017

"...trapped within the circle time parade of changes"




Why did a record label speak over a song (1:34-1:38) by an artist known and appreciated by his audience for calling out that kind of "crass commercialism"? To help him not sell records? To punish him? Talk about cutting off your nose to spite your face!

Sunday, February 19, 2017

More Descending




The January 20, 2017 presidential inauguration entrance.

In mid-1930s Germany, scaffolds like those erected on the West Front of the Capitol Building would have held Joseph Goebbels's camera crews, not simultaneously projected images of what American citizens were invited to participate in, but not get too close to.

Saturday, February 18, 2017

Desmond Descending a Staircase




After her descent down the "staircase of the palace," Norma (as Salome) tells the director, Cecil B. DeMille, that she is "too happy" to continue, and would like to "say a few words."

Eventually:

You see, this is my life -- it always will be. There's nothing else, just us and the camera and those wonderful people out there in the dark.

Alright Mr DeMille, I am ready for my close-up.

And with that Norma throws back her head and steps towards the un-zooming camera. Only later, in post-production, is a dissolve applied.

Friday, February 17, 2017

Dude Descending a Staircase




Do we know why descending a staircase was once such a big deal?

Atop this post is recently uncovered footage of Marcel Proust doing just that in 1904 (he appears at the 0:36 mark, dressed in a lighter coat).

This is the only known footage of Proust.

What are the entrance mediums of today? Is it even possible to make an entrance anymore in this always already, ever-present world?