CosmicJocker

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I don't know him, but I feel like we should listen to more music without sung or spoken lyrics or invented languages expressed.

This would truly be """political""": giving space to the imagination of others.
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Knowing how to knead silence with sound is truly the bread of angels.
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I believe that when you say "endless race" you hit the mark, which is why I feel like modifying a bit what Hack would say: "whoever lives (in the end) will NOT see."
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"Sometimes keeping a little foot in the past saves us from mindlessly drinking only from the wells of the moment." Yes, yes, and yes again..
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I must admit that more than the butterfly, I have a soft spot for the bumblebee. It doesn't know that it shouldn't be able to fly, yet it flies. Or maybe it flies precisely because it doesn't know it shouldn't be able to fly...
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Listening has really "embarrassed" me, in fact..
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But seriously, is there still anyone who believes in the elusive American dream? I mean, "in the richest nation on Earth, alongside many wealthy people, millions of individuals have lost economic security" – I imagine this has been evident for at least four generations in the very USA; just try reading what Miller says about the American system in "Tropic of Cancer" (a book written in '39!).
Then maybe this film is great, but I don't believe that the new poor "had believed that the American dream was eternal, but they had a rude awakening and now wander aimlessly in the Yankee spaces": they had a rude awakening "simply" because in the world we live in, you can be crushed at any moment by the cogs of a dehumanizing and sprawling system, but far from unpredictable.
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Clearly, Lev Nikolaevic is beyond discussion, but in the period following the "mystical crisis," I found him to be too one-sided, so to speak. It seems to me that he speculates on human life to find evidence that confirms his ideas.

I agree with Čajkovskij when he said that "once, with the simple retelling of an episode from everyday life, he could evoke the deepest impressions. Now he comments on texts and claims an exclusive monopoly on matters of faith and ethics. The Tolstoy of old, the storyteller, was a God; the current one is merely a priest."

For me, the last masterpiece remains "The Death of Ivan Ilyich," where he is not yet so skewed toward the mission he imposes on himself. In short, considering the more important works, I would give "Resurrection" three stars (noting that three stars for Tolstoy would be five for many others).