by Mentalgongfu » Thu Jun 01, 2006 9:02 pm
a few more choice selections from the book in a vain, egoistic attempt to get some action on this thread. <br><br>Hugh Manatee, don't miss the quotes re: cinema. <br><br>It takes large murder to turn rocks in the shade <br>and expose strange worms beneath. The lives of<br>our discontented madmen are revealed. <br>p. 16<br><br><br>There are no longer "dancers," the possessed.<br>The cleavage of men into actor and spectators <br>is the central fact of our time. We are obsessed<br>with heroes who live for us and whom we punish.<br>If all the radios and televisions were deprived<br>of their sources of power, all books and paintings<br>burned tomorrow, all shows and cinemas closed,<br>all the arts of vicarious existence. . . <br><br>We are content with the "given" in sensation's <br>quest. We have been metamorphosised from a mad<br>body dancing on hillsides to a pair of eyes<br>staring in the dark. <br> p.29<br><br><br><br>More or less, we're all afflicted with the psychology<br>of the voyeur. Not in a strictly clinical or<br>criminal sense, but in our whole physical and<br> emotional<br>stance before the world. Whenever we seek to break this spell of passivity, our actions are cruel and <br>akward and generally obscene, like an invalid who<br>has forgotten how to walk. <br>p.39<br><br><br><br>Cinema is the most totalitarian of the arts. All <br>energy and sensation is sucked up into the skull,<br>a cerebral erection, skull bloated with blood. <br>Caligula wished a single neck for all his subjects<br>that he could behad a kingdom with one blow. <br>Cinema is this transforming agent. The body<br>exists for the sake of the eyes; it becomes a <br>dry stalk to support these two soft insatiable<br>jewels. <br>p.51<br><br><br>It is wrong to assume that art needs the spectator <br>in order to be. The film runs on without any eyes.<br>The spectator cannot exist without it. It insures<br>his existence. <br>p.73<br><br><br>Strange, fertile correspondences the alchemists<br>sensed in unlikely orders of being. Between <br>men and planets, plants and gestures, words and<br>weather. These disturbing connections: an in-<br>fants cry and the stroke of silk; the whorl <br>of an ear and an appearance of dogs in the yard;<br>a woman's head lowered in sleep and the morning<br>dance of cannibals; these are conjuctions which<br>transcend the sterile signal of any "willed"<br>montage. These juxtapositions of objects, sounds,<br>actions, colors, weapons, wounds and odors shine<br>in an unheard-of way, impossible ways. <br><br>Film is nothing when not an illumination of<br>this chain of being which makes a needle poised<br>in flesh call up explosions in a foreign capital. <br>p.86<br><br>....<br><br>Just a taste. <p></p><i>Edited by: <A HREF=http://p216.ezboard.com/brigorousintuition.showUserPublicProfile?gid=mentalgongfu@rigorousintuition>Mentalgongfu</A> at: 6/2/06 6:16 pm<br></i>