Sanjuro

here you go

To go incense Kubrick while our local Fellini devours him.

In any case, there is always a logic, and nonsense, in my opinion, does not exist philosophically. If I say "Calamari spigoli giucas casella signorina rottermaier," it is not nonsense, but my brain's tentacles have amalgamated seemingly distant elements because there is some unconscious glue within me that binds them together. Therefore, I can affirm that full understanding and nonsense do not exist.

I have a criticism to make, though, easycure. I had a boy who lives in France read one of my poems, and he immediately covered it with "intellectualistic practice." Yet I composed it with pure Freudian free association, stringing the words together. For example, think about dreams, Easy: aren’t they absolutely rich, complex, incomprehensible, articulated, and yet OVER THOUGHT? I believe that many striking images of overthought and instinctual ones are absolutely Picasso-like. Dreams have nothing intellectualistic about them, and yet they are the ultimate wild state of man. Moreover, terms like simple and complex are entirely subjective; for me, constructing a three-minute Beatles song centered on a chorus is much more complex than a 12-minute rambling suite with cacophonies galore. As David Thomas said, "Justin Timberlake is avant-garde and Pere Ubu are Pop." Einsteinian relativism ruleeezzzz. Ciaooo easy, and thanks again for the My Bloody Valentine :):):)

I see porn as the joy of non-communication, as leaving and not having to report or interact and shape oneself for others. Eros dulls purity by channeling and domesticating everything into words, into interaction.

In any case, there is always a logic, and nonsense, in my opinion, does not exist philosophically. If I say "Calamari spigoli giucas casella signorina rottermaier," it is not nonsense, but my brain's tentacles have amalgamated seemingly distant elements because there is some unconscious glue within me that binds them together. Therefore, I can affirm that full understanding and nonsense do not exist.

I haven't seen it yet, elephant! As soon as I can, I'll watch it. I was dedicating my time to Italian underground (Paolo Gioli, Annabella Miscuglio, Romano Scavolini, Alberto Grifi RIP) and also to Ingmar Bergman.

Hey there, happy, you mentioned sanjurroooooo :) Kurosawa sued, that's right. Leone heavily copied, but I can't choose which one is the most beautiful. Toshiro Mifune vs Clint Eastwood, impossible to choose here too @_@

Take, for example, Cuore Selvaggio; the joyful characters who cannot contain and silence their bodies, inevitably full of cheerful epilepsy, bring me back to La dolce vita or 8 1/2. A nonsensical motor frenzy that for me harkens back to Fellini. Perhaps they have already said this in 2423546356, but I noticed it just yesterday.

I haven't seen this yet, but Eraserhead, Mulholland Drive, and Lost Highway are among my absolute favorite films. In Lynch, I see a lot of Fellini, whom I love.