Film Theory midterm

Thursday, 27 February 2003

i’ve a Film Theory midterm to­day.

last night was spent wrestling with con­cepts of the on­tolo­gies of cin­ema, so­viet mon­tage, the­o­ries and re­quire­ments for cin­e­matic Realism, ques­tions of au­teur­ship and genre and a lit­tle bit of semi­otic ic­ing to top it off. cur­rently i’ve some­thing akin to Walter Benjamin’s Marxist ideas of base/​superstructure (in re: to the aura of me­chan­i­cally re­pro­duced ob­jects like film) brew­ing with Rick Altman’s semantic/​syntactic ap­proach to film stud­ies and Christian Metz’s idea of de­no­ta­tive and con­no­ta­tive im­pli­ca­tions of film form. i won­der what is go­ing to per­co­late?

in the mean­time go amuse your­self at Bitter Films with Temporary Anesthetics.

Horn Toot

Wednesday, 26 February 2003

i don’t like to toot my own horn but jmay re­quested what the class thought of my lat­est. here are some of their com­ments:

  • cool chess im­agery — this is quite an ac­com­plish­ment. jug­gler. jug­gler…
  • once again, your depth of his­tor­i­cal or the­matic knowl­edge here is ap­plied and over my head, but in this case it doesn’t take away from the grasp on the poem. i re­ally can’t say any­thing about this poem neg­a­tively.
  • great im­agery, also great use of en­jamb­ment… very nice use of words, esp. de­scrip­tive verbs & ad­jec­tives.
  • all around great lan­guage, crisp speci­fic word choice.
  • your use of me­ter is…well done and keeps the poem mov­ing for­ward.
  • works very well in son­net form.
  • i re­ally like the way chess be­comes a metaphor for pol­i­tics or the chess­board comes alive and the pieces be­come sen­tient.


From the Tao

Tuesday, 25 February 2003

from the Tao Te Ching (50):

A per­son comes forth to life and en­ters into death.
Three out of ten are part­ners of life,
Three out of ten are part­ners of death,
And the peo­ple whose every move­ment leads them to the
land of death be­cause they cling to life
Are also three out of ten.

What is the rea­son for this?
It is be­cause they cling to life.

I have heard that
One who is good at pre­serv­ing life
does not avoid tigers and rhi­noc­er­oses
when he walks in the hills;
nor does he put on ar­mor and take up weapons
when he en­ters a bat­tle.
The rhi­noc­eros has no place to jab its horn,
The tiger has no place to fas­ten its claws,
Weapons have no place to ad­mit their blades.

What is the rea­son for this?
Because on him there are no mor­tal spots.

Regular Season End

Sunday, 23 February 2003

my reg­u­lar sea­son is over. i was 4 – 1 on the week­end, and fi­nally got my act to­gether. the men’s squad is now 82 – 0 over three years of fenc­ing. and my time fenc­ing as a part of the team is al­most up. the drive back from East Lansing was quite an ex­pe­ri­ence. the weather was aw­ful. snow snow snow. a bunch of the team went out drink­ing. i would have liked to join them but as al­ways, i’m flatass broke. to­day i will look for a job and try to write a poem in iambic pen­tame­ter. writ­ing with ac­cent and me­ter is much harder than writ­ing nor­mally.

Dating Race

Friday, 21 February 2003

i of­ten think that i am too far be­hind in the dat­ing game to ever make a good play of it. res­ig­na­tion fills the air like stale gym socks fill the locker room with that stale gym sock smell. (hor­rid sim­ile in­ten­tional). i’ve still no idea what i’m do­ing. pretty much ever. every­thing gets re­cy­cled, mas­ti­cated over and over un­til this gruel that is be­wil­der­ment serves up an­other help­ing of ‘what­ev­er­ness.’ i’m at least com­pe­tent with every other as­pect of my life, and since my life is al­ready one-third fin­ished and set­tling down for the long haul, why rock the dream-boat by at­tempt­ing to force my nerdi­li­cious pre-ado­les­cent knowl­edge of re­la­tion­ships into a sem­blance of ma­tu­rity? i’m al­ready too far be­hind the pack to catch up to the strag­glers. how many peo­ple do i know who are get­ting mar­ried? a lot. how much con­fi­dence do i have? { }. The Null Set. what would con­fi­dence get me? per­haps a date in which i would have the chance to pa­rade my ig­no­rance in front of some­one rel­a­tively close to my age with a quite healthy sex life and a work­ing knowl­edge of ‘how this thing is done.’ its like that dream when you are naked at school and its re­ally cold out so ‘your boys’ are all shriv­eled and every­one laughs at you be­cause you are naked at school and have a minis­cule penis. ex­cept its not re­ally like that. be­cause that is a dream. and this is real.

Dies Irae [rethought]

Thursday, 20 February 2003

With the slight­est touch,
a sleep­ing dragon awakes.
Odin’s ravens, Thought

and Memory,
They eat mush­room clouds for lunch,

dark rain for din­ner.

Gorged af­ter this meal,
they hear What
the Thunder Says:
’All the world has aged.’

Immolated in

Inextinguishable Fire,

Megiddo is quiet.

Two men lay like sleep,
bow­ing to once fer­tile ground.
Interrupted by

a child with­out eyes,
Winter set­tles on a land
too burnt for lilies.

not very many got this in class, so i thought i’d bet­ter put some ex­plana­tory links here.

Clone High

Wednesday, 19 February 2003

MTV ac­tu­ally has a good new show for once. It is called Clone High. The premise, fa­mous dead peo­ple were cloned years ago and the clones are now all in high-school. ap­par­ently they are sup­pos­edly be­ing trained into a clone army, but that isn’t re­ally hap­pen­ing. for­get the nature/​nurture ar­gu­ment. the clones act like their pre­de­ces­sors to the ex­tent that they want to. There’s Abe Lincoln, the gan­gly in­die rock guy who re­minds me of me. He wants Cleopatra a ma­nip­u­la­tive and sexy as hell pop­u­lar girl who hap­pens to date JFK, the school bully and cap­tain of the foot­ball team. Abe is friends with Gandhi, who is comic re­lief and a stereo­typ­i­cal crazy per­son, and Joan of Arc an angstrid­den goth chick who is des­per­ately in love with Abe. Other char­ac­ters in­clude, the id­iot Genghis Khan and the latin thug Jesus Cristo. I’ve laughed my socks off at every episode. check it out, on Monday nights 10:30 EST.

this re­view has been a paid ad­ver­tise­ment of MTV, LLC., CO., INC. void where pro­hib­ited.