Monday, January 24, 2011

Fiction films I recommend

1. Let The Right One In: The best vampire love story I've ever seen.
2. Un Prophet: The incredibly stressful life of an Arab in a French prison. A moral tale with no moral lesson.
3. Jackass 3D: No one does things like these guys. No one. This is performance art at its freakiest! 

Secuelas



We fuck them up and then we rebuild. El criminal comete el crimen y supone que los demás lo olvidarán. Un político y un militar ordenan bombardear una ciudad y asesinan a miles de personas y después se sientan a compartir un whisky y planear la reconstrucción. Es algo muy humano, me dirán, cometer errores y luego tratar de remediarlos. Me obsesiona la visión del que quiere oler carne quemada y después poder gozar de un aperitivo en un café, réplica del café donde alguna tarde de verano saborearon un Campari antes de idear el bombardeo. Estas campañas militares se disfrutan más que una mediocre obra de arte porque son mucho más monumentales. Así cayeron Nuremberg, Dresden, Hiroshima, Nagasaki y Tokio, una ciudad de madera devorada por las bombas incendiarias que carbonizaban a una familia antes de que pudiera darse a la fuga. Jugar a ser Dios, bah, ser un dios. Hay hijos de puta que sueñan con destruir a otra persona para poder "reconstruirla". Precisamente, en la armonía de sus diseños, se esconde el goce de los que se profesan elegidos.

mixtapes

When I die I want them to play The Black and Crazy Blues, I want to be cremated, put in a bag of pot and I want beautiful people to smoke me and hope they get something out of it.

Rashan Roland Kirk

Hace un año terminé de compilar (en 8 discos compactos) lo más del Rock Argentino Psicodélico. Me llevó varios meses seleccionar las mejores canciones de bandas vanguardistas como Los Gatos, Pescado Rabioso, Manal, Arco Iris, Cuero, Billy Bond y la Pesada del Rock, La Cofradía de la Flor Solar, Alejandro Medina y Piel de Pueblo. Hoy empiezo una nueva gesta que seguramente no cambiará el mundo pero le regalará unas pocas sonrisas a por lo menos tres buenos amigos. La nueva colección reunirá en 10 discos (compactos) las mejores canciones de mi colección de jazz (unos mil discos?). "The Inflated Tear" de Rashan Roland Kirk arranca la serie. Qué buena excusa por volver a escuchar a locos geniales como Kirk. "The black master of black classical music," dijo de él Quincy Jones. Una version de "The Inflated Tear" y un video de Rashan.


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZoFcpWAYEDs

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=S0JJmwq7KXQ&feature=list_related&playnext=1&list=MLGxdCwVVULXeaUDTdWW2cR9Wnjf3Eoqt1



Marjorie Agosin, "The most unbelievable part"


The most unbelievable part,
they were people like us
good manners
well-educated and refined.
Versed in abstract sciences,
always took a box for the symphony
made regular trips to the dentist
attended very nice prep schools
some played golf...

Yes, people like you, like me
family men
grandfathers
uncles and godfathers.

But they went crazy
delighted in burning
children and books
played at decorating cemeteries
bought furniture made of broken bones
dined on tender ears and testicles.

Thought they were invincible
meticulous in their duties
and spoke of torture
in the language of surgeons and butchers.
They assassinated the young of my country
and of yours
now nobody could believe in Alice through the Looking Glass
now nobody could stroll along the avenues
without terror bursting through their bones

And the most unbelievable part
they were people
like you
like me
yes, nice people
just like us.


Translated by Cora Franzen (A secret of weaver anthology)

DESIRE

Desire for an idea is like bait. When you're fishing, you have to have patience. You bait your hook, and then you wait. The desire is the bait that pulls those fish in-those ideas.

The beautiful thing is that when you catch one fish that you love, even if it's a little fish- a fragment of an idea- that fish will draw in other fish, and they'll hook onto it. Then you're on your way. Soon there are more and more and more fragments, and the whole thing emerges. But it starts with desire.

David Lynch