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INARTICULATENESS: a poem about Luis Buñuel

INARTICULATENESS Buñuel sat day after day outside. Smoking cigarettes, one following another. Shot after shot of espresso. Quietly waiting for the ideas to come. Coming, as he did, from the cafe society of Barcelona, he had little use for Los … Continue reading

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The end of the return of TWIN PEAKS.

I’m still digesting what I saw last night; I will probably be digesting what I saw last night for a long, time time. I’m deeply shaken in a way that feels both frightening and wondrous. In a day and age … Continue reading

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3 things about Luis Buñuel’s THE EXTERMINATING ANGEL

The Exterminating Angel [1962] 1. “Life is amusing … and strange.” 2. He offers her a soupdish filled with fragments of paper. Resembles a communion-plate. 3. As a group of armed police fire upon the crowd, a flock of sheep … Continue reading

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3 things about Luis Buñuel’s BELLE DE JOUR

Belle de Jour [1967] 1. She walks through the autumn leaves and sits down alone on a park bench. From her purse she removes a handkerchief and blots a tear from her right eye. She goes back to see Madame … Continue reading

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David Lynch would agree.

“All my life I’ve been harassed by questions: Why is something this way and not another? How do you account for that? This rage to understand, to fill in the blanks, only makes life more banal. If we could only … Continue reading

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3 things about Luis Buñuel’s THE EXTERMINATING ANGEL

The Exterminating Angel [1962] 1 Two of the guests are talking. Something smashes a window. “Must be a passing Jew,” says one of the men, cheerfully. 2. With an electric razor he absentmindedly shaves his leg. 3. A hacksaw slices … Continue reading

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