More Fanon so I can pretend to be an intellectual

I have the On Violence chapter of The Wretched of the Earth bookmarked and I think I started reading it in January, but here is some more stuff that is really interesting:

 

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The Man in the High Castle

"Their view; it is cosmic. Not a man here, a child there, but an abstraction: race, land. Volk. Land. Blut. Ehre. Not of honorable men but of Ehre itself, honor; the abstract is real, the actual is invisible to them. Die Güte, but not good men, this good man. It is their sense of space and time. They see through the here, the now, into the vast black deep beyond, the unchanging. And that is fatal to life. Because eventually there will be no life; there was once only the dust particles in space, the hot hydrogen gases, nothing more, and it will come again. This is an interval, ein Augenblick. The cosmic process is hurrying on, crushing life back into the granite and methane; the wheel turns for all life. It is all temporary. And these – these madmen – respond to the granite, the dust, the longing of the inanimate; they want to aid Natur."

Digging up old photos

I just found some photos from September 2015 onwards on my external hard drive and just dumping some pics I particularly like here...

Is there anything better than violently stormy clouds / the really loud clash rumble clap of thunder that follows a flash of lightning so fast you barely have time to register it, and only remember in hindsight after having heard the thunder?

This has such a Windows XP wallpaper vibe.

The following are from Bombannes - a week-long trip our year took. It was really fun and we did catamaran which was super cool and it was so pretty. It was good even though I developed arachnophobia due to being in close contact with spiders near my face, including having one on my neck at one point.

Before Francesco's fashion sense underwent a revolution. I love this, it's so cute.

Damn I looked good here... This was back when I still had some hope and optimism. What happened to that coat? My hair was so straight... look at me now. My hair is in the shape of Darth Vader's helmet right now.

Don't know why this is here because it's from March 2015 but it was a fun friendship while it lasted.

So #dramatiqué.... I love! 

Oh well that's it actually. A lot of the pictures in this folder are photos taken for my process portfolio in Art (which is now due in... 12 days... yikes.) A lot of CAS evidence and so on. I was so diligent back then. 

Characters I really like for no reason

苏
This is actually kind of an ugly character to look at (it looks cooler in traditional 蘇) but for some reason I really like the way it sounds, it's so elegant and pretty. I think this probably comes from the fact that it's the last name of Maggie Cheung's character in In the Mood for Love and maybe also because of Hu Ge in Nirvana in Fire (but NOT because of "哦～我亲爱的苏"), I don't know why but it's just such a nice word. But it also kind of reminds me of boiled vegetables, which isn't as fun. I like to think of it as lush Rousseau foliage.

敏

Even though this character is part of 过敏, the word for allergies, I really like it. I like the sound of it too. I like that it's the 3rd tone. This would also be good in a name but you have to do it well. I associate it with the moon, or mooncakes. Something very refined and feminine. 

穆

Okay, I thought this was the mu in the family name Murong (I love 2-character family names they're so cool) but it isn't. I still like it though. It's the mu in 穆念慈, who is actually a character I don't really like, but it just makes such a nice sound, very... 浓... saturated? A very saturated, full sound. I like the 禾 radical in there. It's a milky white character. 

Hello stranger!

I watched Moonlight on Sunday and now I'm listening to the song Hello Stranger again and anyway there's nothing I can say about this film except what is the point of anything knowing that a film better than this might never be made again in my lifetime and this is it... This is Cinema and just relistening to the songs I can remember the film, it's a film that's as expressive in the things it leaves unsaid as in the moments it chooses to show! A film that felt so familiar like an old friend when I watched it, so sweet and so kind and so brutal beneath that beautiful façade of gentleness and elegance.... So exquisite and perfect and those Wong Kar-wai influences got the old man stressin' in his greasy sunglasses

When I die bury me in wistful arthouse violin soundtracks that are so short they hurt me (x) (x) !!!

Remember when chapter iii started and Chiron was so different and confident but then he picked up the phone and it was Kevin and he melted away and he was just that little boy again so shy so tender oh my oh my oh my .... Oh My!!!!!!!!!!

If a shot of a flock of birds taking flight against stormy skies was emotionally and aesthetically converted into 111 minutes of audiovisual ecstasy & agony this would be it

Notes from when I had no internet for 25 hours (the horror! the horror!)

If I look at the stars for too long it starts to freak me out

Tonight the moon is huge, it's a massive glowing white orb dangling in the sky like a moist rolling eyeball, its light emanating into a halo around it, unclear and seeping into misty black skies

The world is full of white noise like a rushing river or some kind of engine that turns forever without stopping or the wind that blows gently or maybe a plane

In the sky I can only recognise orion's belt with its three aligned dots but i think about how the light im looking at is millions of light years old and for all we know these stars have all gone out and are dead right now, theyre being destroyed, but we dont know because we're looking into the past, it's like that doctor who episode except the people on earth could actually track the disappearance of the stars, i dont know whats worse, knowing or not knowing, does knowing make it better, does not knowing make it easier.

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The room was full of smoke and I had to put it out. We filled grimy glasses with water and splashed them onto the logs. They sizzled and spat ash everywhere. Eventually the sparks all went out and the air was filled with the scent of fresh bread. I thought of this prehistoric place we went to in year 7. It was a little camp thing in the middle of nowhere with two huge teepees and you could do prehistoric activities like scavenging ingredients for soup and twisting rope. I remember that's how the fireplace at that place smelled like. The man said you could use the ashes for toothpaste.

After the embers went out the logs continued to crackle softly. They made low, wet whistling sounds, like children sucking on the inside of their cheeks.

Logan

So human. So real. Relentless. Unforgiving. Crude. Beautiful. Heartbreaking. Human. 

I cried, not sobbing and choking like a baby whose heart has been smashed, but softly and gently because my heart was slowly dissolved in a sizzling beaker of acid over 2 hours and 21 minutes, disintegrating into nothing not unlike Caliban's skin under sunlight.

This is my favorite poster for this film. Because even though the movie is called Logan, it's not about Logan. Or not only about Logan. 

I've been thinking about the line We are the dead from Nineteen Eighty-Four lately, this is a story about the dead, about past generations giving their all to new generations, about the end of an era, about heroes past their expiry date, about degeneration and deterioration and age, crumbling age with all its unpleasantness. The screeching sounds of desperation Laura makes every time her claws go through someone's face and the roaring sounds of pain and irritation Logan makes every time his claws through someone's face –– both are so sad, so full of anger and frustration, so tired of all this shit but there's no other way out. It's a Western, with rumbling engines and orange desert expanses and a high noon showdown with your own shadow. It's a story about the hope we invest in children, the hope we have for the future, the sacrifices we have to make to get there. It's a story about Mexican immigrants and the bad guy's name is Donald. It's a story about mutants, who aren't technically human, but it's just. so. human.