Kiri Te Kanawa and London Symphony Orchestra – September (R Strauss)

The best antidote to hecticity is idleness. For complete idleness, mental as well as physical, I suppose one could meditate. But if that is an overdosage for your particular circumstances, you might try being still, staring into the screen, and programming the screen so there is less to process. More than a screensaver, say, which could return you to the level of meditation. But less, far less than the programming usually appearing on your screens, most of it unbidden. Try these:

Gerry – so minimal it is almost ambient. Do not watch this with anyone inclined to “what are they talking about?” or “well that doesn’t make any sense”. In fairness, I suspect co-authors Affleck and Damon’s inclinations (“scenarios”, “dialogue”) probably hurt Van Sant’s (time and space revealed?) and allow for such moot analysis.

Uncle Boonmee Who Can Recall His Past Lives – many many more things happen in this one than in Gerry, but it still sends audiences packing midway. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I get this non-getting, but the whole rest of my mind is like “PEOPLE! What do you have against ghosts, monkey-men, talking fish, and the absence of violence and evildoing? This is cinema utopia damnit!”

Jeanne Dielman – the influence of Akerman, especially this work, can be seen in Weerasakathul’s. Not the talking fish, nor the absence of violence, and in this sense it does not create that thrilled wonderment that a picture like Boonmee can. But hanging out real time while someone does chores can be mesmerizing, and comforting somehow. Actually, this is a good one to watch with your “what is that – a little stove?” friend who you’ll not invite to the Gerry screening. I wonder if I were watching it when it was made, without the constant appeal of “period” everything – decor, autos, wardrobe, architecture – would I still be captivated?

Despite this post’s title, it’s worth noting that pacing alone is not enough to satisfy a need for quiet. Remember this? Not a good comparison with Dielman’s vintage eye candy or Boonmee’s magic, perhaps, but why do I prefer the desert void of Gerry to that of A Taste of Cherry? It’s a question too challenging for my newly idle mind.

laguna.

Pauline Oliveros – A Love Song

This student project is, rightly, going around. I’ve been thinking on the Pshop use, and how it is, here, not for seeing different things but for seeing things differently. Would love this approach applied to auto-tune (not the damn babies crying, people, come on).

Van Goghs Paintings Get Tilt-Shifted 12 pics – My Modern Metropolis.

photo courtesy Amy Hope Dermont

And here are some places you might see, or might have seen What Cheer? Brigade.

We’re working collectively right now, and creating no giant sphinxes, which gives us a whole nother level of esteem in which to hold DEARRAINDROP. These spunky funlords have been working together since 1998, and not only do they create riotous wonderment in many media, they are also valedictorians of Keepin It Real Academy.

DEARRAINDROP | DEARRAINDROP.

ASIH – In a Town to the East

Afrogalaxy. 2007

Mequitta Ahuja.