it is dead labour that eschews and modifies the body of the living, but to escape from it (or rather, be insignificant for it) is to make it superfluous and finally free to connect with the outside, the dregs of civilization, even though the capital does not want you to be so, it wants you to be dead. and what about william blake? he is a poet of the romantic occult (once again, that which is not only insignificant, but…
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Emmanuelle 2024
not that it lacked cohesion; it lacked impetus. libidinal economy but without impetus that would make it immediately necessitated.
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Joker 2019
plotless, shallow incarnation of doomer cinema, pretending to swallow itself as something that is ultra autonomic, full of reactionary politics (shallowly executed, trivially domesticated), mindlessly conducting cultural (reproductive) archetypes as something that is a priori. visually it is highly pleasing, joaquin is mesmerizing - yet i am not sure these aspects belong here in this film; "joker" is a fetishized cinematic suicide, only not aware of its ideological superficiality and flatness.
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From: First Hymn to the Night – Novalis 1994
“i turn away from the light to the holy,
inexpressible, mysterious night.
far away lies the world − sunk into a
deep vault, its place waste and lonely.
across my heart strings a low melancholy plays.
i will fall in drops of dew and merge with the ashes.
distant memories, the wishes of youth, the dreams of childhood,
the brief joys and vain hopes of a long life –
all arise dressed in grey, like evening mist after sunset.
in other lands light has
pitched its merry tents.
and if it never returned to its children, who would await its dawning with the innocence of faith?”Translated from by