Escapism, gravitas
Transponding pitch, I take leave and am in receipt of Borges' compendium of mythological and reimagined beasts, creatures of lore. Comfort and familiarity, much has happened since then and now. And not that my interest would proclaim itself ingratiated toward, but Bafta weekend came and went with good plans made manifest. The opportunity arose that I would lay foundations with Hermione and gaze with awe at Mickey Rourke and his entourage of suited cigarette handlers. Does he understand the irony of our affections? Caricature, performance.
Spent lunchtime today digressing not towards the script development application I have promised to proofread, but in the academic (both senses) direction of lectures, interviews and debates with Foucoult (who looks cooler than you could ever hope), Derrida, Cixous (refined, wondrous, dreamy) and Kristeva. We talked last night about feminine empowerment and the mandates of employment. How does one resolve with the other? I met the tourist's tourist Fearne Cotton in a swanky media centre (it had sofa's straight from John Carpenter's Dark Star) though it was only when the camera had stopped rolling that she began to reveal.
We seem to start films and never finish them, this is happening with disturbing frequency. Does this indicate a preference toward a lack of resolution, like some existential narrative structure that forgoes closure in lieu of ambiguity?
Spent lunchtime today digressing not towards the script development application I have promised to proofread, but in the academic (both senses) direction of lectures, interviews and debates with Foucoult (who looks cooler than you could ever hope), Derrida, Cixous (refined, wondrous, dreamy) and Kristeva. We talked last night about feminine empowerment and the mandates of employment. How does one resolve with the other? I met the tourist's tourist Fearne Cotton in a swanky media centre (it had sofa's straight from John Carpenter's Dark Star) though it was only when the camera had stopped rolling that she began to reveal.
We seem to start films and never finish them, this is happening with disturbing frequency. Does this indicate a preference toward a lack of resolution, like some existential narrative structure that forgoes closure in lieu of ambiguity?