this was so beautiful. feels very appropriate how it made me think of Rimbaud …
A conscript, open-mouthed, his bare head
And bare neck bathed in the cool blue cress,
Sleeps: stretched out, under the sky, on grass,
Pale where the light rains down on his green bed.
Feet in the yellow flags, he sleeps. Smiling
As a sick child might smile, he’s dozing.
Nature, rock him warmly: he is cold.
and Mallarmé …
No, but soul
Of words void…
nowhere near godard’s best but it heavily features ‘capital of pain’ so heres my fav poem from that collection.
she had in the tranquility of her body
a little snowball the color of an eye
she had on her shoulders
a spot of silence a spot of rose
a lid on her breast
her hands and supple singing arches shattered the light
she sang the moments without falling asleep.
“...suzanne is a song i wrote a long time ago and i feel very good about this song … fortunately the rights for it were stolen from me so i thought that was perfectly justified. it would be wrong to write this song and get rich from it too so i'm happy for that friend who made me sign the contract … and then it was gone.”
adapting white noise into a 140 million dollar netflix movie is very true to character, cutely pessimistic and the kind of shit thats gonna turn me into a domestic terrorist. very postmodern very bleak
but also very meta
