The Bright Side Of Ignorance: Thomas Bernhard Analysis Part II

September 12, 2010 § 2 Comments

Withdrawn

In the past few months, three former classmates of mine have committed suicide; they were all friends of mine and kept me company with their arts for almost the whole of my life and were the ones who really made my existence in the least bit possible. The musician killed (shot) himself because people had no ear for his art. The painter killed (hanged) himself because people had no eyes for his art. The scientist, with whom I even went to primary school, killed (poisoned) himself because people, in his opinion, had no head for science. All three had had to withdraw from life because they were in despair over the fact that the world no longer had the feelings or abilities to take in their art and their science. « Read the rest of this entry »

The Bright Side Of Ignorance: Thomas Bernhard Analysis Part I

September 12, 2010 § Leave a comment

The cheeky bastard

Hailing from Austria, Thomas Bernhard has been known for being caustic in his satire of the world he perceives and entwining it with black humor in the most understated and acumen fashion to where he becomes more than a critic, but a, no pun intended, voice imitator; a living, breathing, and uncompromised joke to mirror what most are simply unconscious of, something that makes his plays all the more sincere and his prose subtly sinister in ways that entice a second glance so you can process that, yes, he was betided as your caricature. In his micro-fiction collection The Voice Imitator, Bernhard touches on a great amount of topics, emotionally, politically, and socially, across 104 stories, two of which invoke an elaborative need to discover a resolve, or rather a reason to resolve. « Read the rest of this entry »

Takashi Miike – “Box” Analysis

September 3, 2010 § 18 Comments

With the compilation Three… Extremes, we see very specifically how each director believes a horror movie should “behave” in a sense. With Fruit Chan, you may interpet an overall eeriness and the building of suspense with numerous but vague clues as to what is transpiring. With Park Chan-Wook, maybe he assesses the genre as something that can be self-aware and still manage to shock you. But with Takashi Miike, I feel that, in this case at least, he believes in the theme of silence and stillness, which explains firstly the hollowness of the soundtrack, in turn giving more impression to such sounds as the subtle music box and the shrill setting ablaze of the tent. Secondly, this explains the very slow pacing, giving time to feel the impact of each piece of new information you see. He also generally avoided usual horror elements and only retrieves them sporadically like a trickster. « Read the rest of this entry »

A Little Perspective

August 28, 2010 § Leave a comment

In a sense, lack of clarity leaves us room to fill in the holes of what could be. In filling these holesthese local voids of ambiguityour perspective alters tenfold and you have a mistake mistaken for an idea. Thiswhat John Keats called “negative capability”is the backbone of aesthetics. Vertebrae by vertebrae it comes together. Though no genealogy can be attempted here. And it is in this sense that the implemented smudging of the lenses can justify the outsiders to spear their nerve endings between the cracks, to pass their fingers across the black-laced veil and all its scars, and to, apparently, shrug their shoulders and move on to the next abandoned project.

Wait. We were supposed to open up with a witty quote… wu-wei does not help here.

Interpretation is a dying art. Now that everyone thinks they’re a critic, a new crack needs to be found in order to enable a less haggard approach in weaving through these decrepit foundations of society’s supposed progress. Art is never a dying art. Musicians, filmmakers, authors, sculptors, painters, comic book tracers, and now bloggers are inventors of their own means and ends, and, with this, we simply respect all sources to discuss and interpret them in new ways, our mouths swarming with a fervent hysteria but only conscious enough to just ripple the lake. Pretension has its own fix.

In the room the women come and go, talking of Michelangelo. I guess that’s an option.

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