Montage Saint Germain...(20/9)

Recording becomes more than a luxury for the occupied space of ideology and methodology. Inspiration-driven mission started at the crossroad of the last spot of deja-vu...Surrogate clones in the blurred and duplicated landscape of doppelganger magnify an unrealistic existence. Everything comes back to basic, and yet deviated from the normative path of convergence. The need of fulfillment is dragged by the undetermined currents of divergences. A pre-determined destiny of the mystery of U. Roll on, the montage is on the go.
Same level of rugged surface, without a nice impact of the global warming, and rock'on, the same rhythm turns on the new chapter in electric drive. The scattered moving arts intrude the core of the ideological evolution. Be a part in it, the organisational giant of clockwork furnace...salut.

Two Renata...(4/10)

The pair of doppelganger appears simultaneously from the haze of morning. The one from Lithuania, and the other one of Brazil...both bumped into me with a wiring reception. I was confused. She must be in bronze, or is the other her wearing brown? Renata, are you the destinated pair who should meet each other once? Two origins of independence, one is called Renata, another named Renata, and the time dimension hints the path of interception. I stared. I may be present to provide a linkage of the two Renata to come across at one time, maybe for one glance, or one rendez-vous. Be it. It would be. Life binds up of possibilities of destiny.

Doppelgänger left or right...(1/12)

It is a question of polarisation. It is a question under the school of dualism. A symbol of historical recording is also an appreciation of art form. Why is there a left and a right? When the Saints and characters were figured out in various forms of eternity, they carry an element of left and right...this is a perspective, or is this just a habit? The fabrication of a sculpture for instance, the head of the character possesses a long lasting gesture in the direction of left or right. It was perhaps a glance of an unfinished business, a capture of the repatriated past...a direction, and this is a drive to indicate the way to heaven or hell, simply the eterinity.

The gesture, be it ever been a realistic dimension or simply an extension of an imagination, provides to an audience a perspective of focus and elongated dotted lines...further from the stand of the now, think about it. It was perhaps the artist or the carpenter who adopted a way of presentation to others, be it a left or a right. Under the crosses of Saints, there may not be actually a real matter of left or right. The study of human brain defines a left and a right, the two different parts of sensible functionality of reciprocals. Using a left or a right to receive an external substance would weigh varied images and senses. There is no relevancy to yet an analytical research of the leftward and the rightward inclined faces and gestures inside the churches and museums, but it was simply also a habit to the way of preparation in receiving new communicative signal from the outer world.
There was an exhibition about melancholy last year in Paris - a same phenonmenon about the directional contemplation. Who would care now?
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The exhibition at Chateau d'eau in Toulouse at the moment was not an excellent but inspiring one. Named 'double je', it is an attempt of photographing the double identities and perspectives from people. Like the doppelgänger, the mirrored world is filled up with up and down, left or right - a simplified understanding about the being in terms of polar x and polar y. The photographer mentioned two basic activites on photos (or other art form like painting or sculpture): contemplation and consumption. True. This is a concept of diptych development under photo films.

Doppelgängers of antipodes...(3/10)

An evening lasted evenly under the flow of the Seine...
A reflection projected the underwater onto the flying bridge. Cars passed by. Lightening the curtain of an opera stage, there were distinct lamps of the good times, independent and silent. It was a paradox, a mirror separated the antipodes. The twilight sang a good era. Caught a star and you felt the warmth of your hands. Turning around, it was the second half of the waltz. It rained, and the rainy air smoked. It was an extension of the dreamy land. I put the enlightenment into the glass of wine. It dissolved.

Naked Lunch...(13/7)

I called this achievement perhaps. After struggling for ages, finally I got a touch of the story - the Naked Lunch, in a by-passing manner...
Naked Lunch should always be regarded as one of the greatest works of Burroughs. I kept the book on my shelf for long time without the courage and patience to go into the script. Last time when I was in Portland, I spent hours in a giant bookshop named Powell’s in the evening, and I found all the works of William Burroughs selling at good prices. I bought quite some of them, but then I keep all of them resting in good peace and pieces for long time. Until now, I commenced by an interpretation of David Cronenberg. The director has always been being a favourite to me, and rooting from his unique beauty of film noir in film making, he has already established his stylish filming angle in The Fly decades ago. Cronenberg picked up the crux of the beat generation, and it is the truncated filming of bits and pieces along the storyboard. The setting and the atmosphere of the Interzone is a symbol of exotic dreamland to the culture of the film producer, the writer or the audience. Based on the international zone in Tangiers, Morocco where Burroughs lived for a period of time, the film created a dimension of hyper-high. Well, a very typial misfit of the US production on the landscape of exotic place appeared. Though Interzone can be a fake intersection in the naked banquet, a scene-set based on the Maghreb area needs not be a perfect imagination of the space for the junkies in the film of Cronenberg. The story depicts a very 'romantic' / 'self-centred' expression about writing and meditation. It touches though. Cronenberg tried to keep the essence of the works of Burroughs in some sense, and the script is flying high. This is a nice way to chase the dragon, perhaps. I have yet reached the climax of the 'Literary High' or 'Kafka High', but then, I still think. I have my sound machine. It works on me. Again, this is a scope of psychopharmacology. Let's Start Dizzy. As trademarked as works of Cronenberg in the 90's, the buggy typewriters were all the herbal characters in the film...Clark Nova or Martinelli, whatever it is named. Each of them possesses a feminine tenderness of touch and love to William Lee in the film. The film explicitly talked about gender and homosexuality. This is a topic of Burroughs' work too, and so Cronenberg expressed his view with the intimate typewriters the writers were using.
Doppelgänger is another topic the film covered. In fact, it has long been a choice of elements for fictions and films. A classic one would be Le Double Vie de Veronique. In Naked Lunch, Joan appeared two times in a symbolic form of figure that provided an exit to William, the representative (or called him an agent) to Burroughs (and/or Cronenberg). A state of sporadic hallucinations, quoted William in the film, offered the character his journey from the US to the Interzone, and from the Interzone to Annexia, a search of his Dr. Benway, or the creator of his dreams and life.
There is a script in the film, 'all is lost'. There is no meaning to 'all' in the world. Keep wandering and shooting.

By chance, I got two quotes this morning...
- Freedom comes when you learn to let go, creation comes when you learn to say no.
- Lightness weights when you let it a go, quietness sounds when you smash it your own show.

La Double Vie de Veronique...(2/3)

Exactly fifteen years ago, a film like this was released with a divine status to the film history from then onwards...After ages, I am glad to have it watched again in a proper theatre room. This has been an influential film to me, and last night when I watched it again in MK2, a strong sentiment of the spiritual ritual to film has overflown again from my mind. It is a feeling that I have missed for long time. I still remember the time when I was in high school which films like this had been fascinating my horizon. Renting video tapes from kps would be a leisure after school. At that moment, I realised that someone in this world could actually have made such kind of magnificent films. There are surely lots of elements in the film that I have forgotten or missed when I saw the film years ago. Perhaps the music of Preisner can be so significently touching and the music and soprano just magnified the weight of this film, and altogether with the sepia colour Kieslowski used in the film, the work was just as precious as a glittering crystal that can last long. Irene Jacob acted naturally in divo in the film. I would see the piece expresses much of the view of destiny of Keislowski. The structure of the film, as depicted in the title of the film, is a construction of dualism with two Veronique in two different world. I like the scene of the puppet show. Some editing work in the film, when reviewed again now, is yet to be perfect, but never would it severely distract the spirit and the arrangement of the film. The film is vulnerable in a sense that the fragile nature of life hinters one's expectation to more about in life. Existence would never be single and alone. Someone exists because there is another someone. I believe this is true. The master use of light by Keislowski was fully shown off in the film. I do not know if this is the best film I have ever seen, but I doubt if a similar one can be produced again in future.

Double Vie de Véronique...(10/12)

I have always a checklist for purchase, which exactly demonstrates a motif of the consumerism that I believe I have not been pursuing...I passed by a second hand music store today and I found the soundtrack of a film by Kieslowski in 1991. I still remember how impressive the film was when I first saw it in secondary school, and the beautiful film music has been for long time an item on my wish list. I recall moment after moment that I encountered the soundtrack in music stores in the past. Every time I abandoned my motion to give a buy on it at last. After all, I knew that the chance would come some day in future that I would bring it home, and finally that is. Human likes to possess, and I always know that I am one of them.