A spring afternoon (and
if I still owned a drum set
I’d
strike,
stammer
accidental syncopation,
false
start, fall out of tempo.
And if I, for a while or late into the night,
banged on the snare, the toms, the hi-hat,
the cymbals--crash!--crescendo,
just for the joy of afternoons, evenings, late nights,
what cause could my neighbors
possibly have to complain?)
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syncopation, crescendo...
i'd say you're showing some measure of restraint with the ornate linga-ring-ring. (the wordsmiths always go after the poets for falling in love with the sounds of words; i have a theory that it stems from a deep jealousy that words sound like nothing more than the tapping of nails into coffins for many of them...)
About to watch Amarcord. I hope I like it.
I am fickle, even ambivalent, about Fellini.
I didn't like Amacord very much, but it isn't my least favorite Fellini. I couldn't stand Juliet of the Spirits and turned Satyricon off after about 20 minutes. Still, La Strada was great and 8 1/2 was pretty good. I guess that makes me fickle and ambivalent, too.
La Strada was great.
I think when I take a class that delves more into critical film theory next year that these horizons may expand some, but for now the revered director is at the mercy of my patience with his stylizations and vulgar metaphors in lieu of real subversion...which is to say that I liked Amarcord more than I thought I would, but not as much as I would have liked.
I will have to write about it, all the same.
[wocka wocka wocka]
i think i like 8 1/2 perhaps a little more than i might if i weren't a female who likes honesty. when a self admitted woman hater makes a film that tries to grapple with the whys and wherefores of something like that in as straightforward a way as possible, i can't help but be impressed. i hate the ending, mostly.
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