Rushing, rushing, rushing out the door on my way to work this afternoon. Afterward, seven o'clock at the Serious Coffee on Cook Street for a writing gig with certain irresistables. Everybody's a commodity. Everybody's a comedian. (Waggles eyebrows, flourishes with lit cigar).
Liked Man with a Movie Camera by Dziga Vertov better the second time. Meanwhile, Daniel Quinn has been swallowed by the city of glass and remade himself as a homeless man. Homeless Detective? Almost done the first book, onto Ghosts after that. Working on the Valentine's present in fits and starts.
Comments (3)
oh!
the writing night!
I might come
if I don't feel retarded.
I'm actually not even kidding you
about that stipulation.
xx'
Posted by caroline | February 7, 2005 1:20 PM
Posted on February 7, 2005 13:20
Ben - have you seen "man with. . ." with music, or without? both maybe?
I couldn't stand the film without sound. I've seen it about three or four times now.
Posted by m | February 8, 2005 12:45 PM
Posted on February 8, 2005 12:45
With sound this time, without the first time. I find it impossible to sit through without sound. Gah. Some of the visuals are so fascinating, but I think my need to have narrative wins out sometimes.
Posted by ben | February 9, 2005 8:34 PM
Posted on February 9, 2005 20:34