Friday, December 30, 2016

Bellocchio &/or Eye of (Dreadful) Beauty

"La force créatrice échappe à toute dénomination... capable de nous ébranler jusqu'au tréfonds... Elle est probablement matière elle-même, une forme de matière qui n'est pas perceptible aux mêmes sens que les autres espèces connues de matière..." 
Paul Klee (traduction par Pierre-Henri Gonthier)

"... l'amour qui nous lia, ma mère et moi, etait de l'autre monde..."
Pierre Angelici

"Pour autant, tout ce qui concerne Hans reste dans une osbcurité troublante..."
Julia Kristeva, Le génie féminin 2

Scenes from Fai bei Sogni (Marco Bellocchio, 2016), and Belphégor ou le Fantôme du Louvre (Claude Barma, 1965). Images taken from the Internet. 

Passages from Schelling's Die Weltalter, translated by Frederick de Wolfe Bolman Jr:

"… philosophy, which would explain everything… had to accept as explanation precisely this incomprehensibility, this active opposition toward all thought, this dynamic darkness, this positive inclination to obscurity. But it would have preferred to do away altogether with the inconvenient, to dissolve the unintelligible entirely into reason or (like Leibniz) into representation."

"Since there thus is an incessant urge ["Drang"] to be, and that primal essence nevertheless cannot be, it remains in a state of perpetual desire ["Begierde"], as an incessant seeking, an eternal, never quieted passion ["Sucht"] to be. Hence the old expression is valid: Nature seeks itself and does not find itself (quaerit se natura, non invenit)."

"Since that first potency therefore unites in itself opposing powers, of which the one always longs for the outside, the other presses back toward the inside, hence its life is also a life of vexation ["Widerwartigkeit"] and dread ["Angst"], since it does not know which way to turn and so falls into an involuntary, revolving motion."

"The past a weighty concept, known to all and yet understood by few… Only the man who has the power to tear himself loose from himself (from what is subordinate in his nature), is capable of creating a past for himself. This same man alone enjoys a true present..."

"True eternity is not that which excludes all time, but that which contains time (eternal time) subjected to itself. Real eternity is the overcoming of time, as the significant Hebrew language expresses victory (which it places among the first attributes of God) and eternity by one word (naezach)."

"The power of understanding is exhibited not when madness is absent but when it is mastered."

"... then it becomes clear what a terrible thing, about which we had no perception during life, was suppressed by this magic spell of life. And what was but now the object of reverence or love, becomes an object of fear and the most terrible horror. When the abysses of the human heart open up in evil, and those terrible thoughts come forth which should be eternally buried in night and darkness, only then do we know what lies in man with reference to possibility, and how his nature in itself or left to itself is really constituted."

"Everything depends upon comprehending that unity in God which is at the same time duality, or, conversely, the duality which is at the same time unity…. But the concept of that unity, which, because it is a voluntary one, just on that account encloses a duality, is completely foreign to our era."

"... this point of transfiguration often lies almost sensuously perceptible in the most corporeal things."

"Here, too, the creative power can ascend only from the lower to the higher, until it gradually has raised up the very innermost and most hidden power of darkness from the depths. Such [powers] are then the purest, keenest, and most godlike spirits."

"All that comes to be can only do so in discontent; and as dread is the basic feeling of each living creature, so is everything that lives conceived and born only in violent conflict. Who could believe that nature could have created, in rest and peace, or otherwise than in the most violent antagonism of powers, so many kinds of strange products in this terrible external confusion and chaotic inner mixture, where it is hard to find anything just by itself, but all are interpenetrated and ingrown with other things? Are not most products of inorganic nature visibly children of dread, of terror, even of despair?"

"... the nature existing in this conflict struggles as in heavy dreams which, because they are from [mere] being, arise from the past. With growing conflict, those nocturnal births soon pass like wild phantasies through that nature's interior, and in them for the first time it experiences all the horrors of its own nature. The predominant feeling that expresses the conflict of tendencies in being, when there is no knowing which way to turn, is that of dread [Angst]."

"[There is no greatness] without a continual solicitation to madness which, while it must be overcome, must never be completely lacking."

"... a world which is nothing but an image, indeed, an image of an image, a nought of nought, a shadow of a shadow; men who are also only images, only dreams of shadows..."

Passages from Heidegger's Schellings Abhandlung über das Wesen der menschlichen Freiheit, translated by Joan Stambaugh:

"Being in general, must be more primordially conceived in order for evil to be comprehensible in its own being and thus introduced into the system, thus making a system of freedom possible…"

"As a lack, it is true that a lack is a not-being-present. Nevertheless, this absence is not nothing. The blind man who has lost his sight will argue vigorously against the statement that blindness is nothing existent and nothing depressing and nothing burdensome. Thus, nothingness is not nugatory; but, rather, something tremendous, the most tremendous element in the nature of Being."

"Nature now does not yet mean what we alone experience immediately as nature, but signifies a metaphysical determination of beings in general and means what belongs to beings as their foundation, but is that which does not really enter the being of the self. Rather, it always remains what is distinguished from the self."

"God's becoming cannot be serialized in individual segments in the succession of ordinary time. Rather, in this becoming every thing is simultaneous."

"In the concept of manence (manere), of remaining, the idea o f mere objective presence, of rigid presence, is contained if no other determination is added to transform it. Immanence thus leads to the idea of things being lifelessly contained in God, just as the skirt hangs in the closet. Rather, the only concept appropriate to the being of things is that of becoming."

"... the not-yet remains. There remains in God the eternal past of himself in his ground. The afterwards and soon are to be unders tood here in an eternal sense. The whole boldness of Schelling's thinking comes into play here. But it is not the vacuous play of thoughts of a manic hermit, it is only the continuation of an attitude of thinking which begins with Meister Eckhart and is uniquely developed in Jacob Boehme."

"This primal longing moves in anticipation like a surging, billowing sea, similar to the matter of Plato, following some dark, uncertain law, incapable in i tself of forming anything that can endure."

"This interpretation of thinghood, however, is also a presupposition for correctly understanding what Schelling is trying to say in the statement that the being of things is a becoming. He does not mean that platitude that all things are continuously changing. Nor does he mean that external ascertainment that there is nowhere at all in the world a state of rest and things really do not have being."

"But the (real) Word, pronounced, exists only in the unity of light and darkness..."

"We find such prefigurations in nature: the strange and chance element of organic formations and deformations, what incites horror, the fact that everything alive is approaching dissolution. Here something appears which has been driven out into selfish exaggeration and is at the same time impotent and repulsive."

"A golden mountain is possible, but this kind of possibility has no real being-possible in the sense that it inclines forward to the making possible of the possible and thus is already on the way to realization. Where evil is possible, it is also already operative in the sense of a throroughgoing attraction of the ground in all beings."

"And even in the terror of evil an essential revelation occurs. For in its craving for self-consumption, the self-craving of malice mirrors that original ground in God, before all existence as it is for i tself completely s triving back into itself, and this is the terrible in God."

See also: 

Caravaggio, Madonna Palafrenieri (1606)

Image taken from the Internet 

Egon Schiele, Madonna (1908)

Image taken from Simon Wilson's 
Egon Schiele (London, Phaidon, 1980)

Egon Schiele, Dead Mother (1910)
Image taken from Simon Wilson's 
Egon Schiele (London, Phaidon, 1980)

***two other more "popular" movies dealing with not unrelated issues:

A Monster Calls (Juan Antonio Bayona, 2016)

El Orfanato (Juan Antonio Bayona, 2007):

See also:

Friday, December 23, 2016

Joyce in a Toadstool & the Southern Lapwing

James and Margaret got up at midnight to see their mother's ghost, and Margaret
thought she saw her in the brown habit in which she was buried.
Richard Ellmann

Qu'est-ce qu'un expert, quand il s'agit de Joyce, voilà
ma question...
Jacques Derrida

About Ulysses:
"... it is Bolshevism, experimental, anti-conventional, anti-Chistian, chaotic, totally unmoral!"

"Joyce's advice to his Aunt Josephine: 'You say there is a lot of it you don't understand. I told you to read the Odyssey first... Then buy at once the Adventures of Ulysses."

"1889... takes Aloysius as his saint's name. Given four strikes on the back of the hand with a pandybat for use of 'vulgar language'."

"1900... delivers paper defending the attention paid to mundane life in contemporary drama (especially Ibsen)."

"1902... delivers paper praising the Irish poet James Clarence Mangan and advocating literature as 'the continual affirmation of the spirit'."

"1916... writes 'A Notebook of Dreams'—'record' of Nora's dreams with James Joyce's interpretations."

"1933... Judge John M. Woolsey, US District Court, delivers opinion that Ulysses is not obscene and can be published in the USA."

"1934... Lucia under the care of Carl Jung."

"God, these bloody English. Bursting with money and indigestion. Because he comes from Oxford... you have the real Oxford manner." (Buck Mulligan)

"What is a ghost?" (Stephen Dedalus)

"If the shrew is worsted yet there remains to her woman's invisible weapon. There is, I feel in the words, some goad of the flesh driving him into a new passion, a darker shadow of the first, darkening even his own understanding of himself. A like fate awaits him and the two rages commingle in a whirlpool." (Stephen Dedalus)

"They are sundered by a bodily shame so steadfast that the criminal annals of the world, stained with all other incests and bestialities hardly record its breach. Sons with mothers, sires with daughters, lesbic sisters, loves that dare not speak their name, nephews with grandmothers, jailbirds with keyholes, queens with prize bulls." (Stephen Dedalus)

"William, in the plays... as a painter of old Italy set his face in a dark corner of his canvas... What's in a name? That is what we ask ourselves in childhood when we write the name that we are told is ours. A star, a daystar, a firedrake rose at his birth... the recumbent constellation which is the signature of his initial among the stars. His eyes watched it, lowlying on the horizon, eastward of the bear, as he walked by the slumberous summer fields at midnight..." (Stephen Dedalus)

"They drove his wits astray by visions of hell." (Buck Mulligan)

"Married to the greasy nose!" (Miss Douce)

"O, Miss Douce! You horrid thing!" (Miss Kennedy)

"And I belong to a race too that is hated and persecuted. Also now. This very moment. This very instant... Plundered. Insulted. Persecuted. Taking what belongs to us by right... I'm talking about injustice." (Leopold Bloom)

"... the opposite of hatred." (Leopold Bloom)

"O my! Puddeny pie! He has his bib destroyed." (Cissy Caffrey)

"Pornosophical philotheology. Metaphysics in Mecklenburg street!" (Lynch)

"They make you kaput, Leopoldleben. You watch them chaps." (Rudolf Bloom)

"Sacred Heart of Mary, where were you at all, at all?" (Ellen Bloom)

"Glory Alice, you do look a holy show!" (Mrs Breen)

"The dear dead days beyond recall." (Mrs Breen)

"I'm as staunch a Britisher as you are, sir. I fought with the colours for king and country in the absentminded war under general Gough in the park and was disabled at Spion Kop and Bloemfontein..." (Leonard Bloom)

"Are you of the unfortunate class?" (Second Watch)

"He addressed me in several handwritings with fulsome compliments as a Venus in furs and alleged profound pity for my frostbound coachman Palmer while in the same breath he expressed himself as envious of his earflaps and fleecy sheepskins and of his fortunate proximity to my person..." (Mrs Bellingham)

"You are a credit to your country, sir, that's what you are." (An Old Resident, also Woody Allen's Splendini)

"I'm a Bloomite and I glory in it." (The Veiled Sibyl)

"The hand that rocks the cradle." (Leopold Bloom)

"One two tlee: tlee tlwoe tlone." (Leopold Bloom)

"Death is the highest form of life." (The Cap)

"(Explodes in laughter) Great unjust God!" (Zoe)

"Safe arrival of Antichrist." (The Newboys)

"What?" (All)

"... in the end the world without end." (Stephen Dedalus)

"Serpents too are gluttons for woman's milk. Wind their way through miles of omnivorous forest to sucksucculent her breast dry." (Leopold Bloom)

"Instinct rules the world. In life. In death." (Leopold Bloom)

"Will some pleashe pershon not now impediment so catastrophics mit agitation of firstclass tablenumpkin?" (Virag Lipoti)

"Quack!" (Virag's Head)

"Exuberant female. Enormously I desiderate your domination. I am exhausted, abandoned, no more young." (Leopold Bloom)

"Dungdevourer!" (Bello)

"You were a nicelooking Miriam when you clipped off your backage hairs and lay swooning in the thing across the bed as Mrs Dandrade, about to be violated by Liutenant Smythe-Smythe, Mr Philip Augustus Blockwell, M. P., Signor Laci Daremo, the robust tenor, blueeyed Bert, the liftboy, Henry Fleury of Gordon Bennett fame, Sheridan, the quadroon Croesus, the varsity wetbob eight from old Trinity, Ponto, her splendid Newfoundland and Bobs, dowager duchess of Manorhamilton." (Bello)

"I cure fits or money refunded." (The Nymph)

"We grew by Poulaphouca waterfall. We gave shade on languorous summer days." (The Yews)

"Done. Prff!" (Leopold Bloom)

"Give me back that potato, will you?" (Leopold Bloom)

"I have a little private business with your wife. You understand?" (Blazes Boylan)

"(Horrorstruck) Lemur, who are you?" (Stephen Dedalus)

"The corpsechewer!" (Stephen Dedalus)

"I'll bring you all to heel!" (Stephen Dedalus)

"He expresses himself with much marked refinement of phraseology." (Biddy the Clap)

"Let my country die for me." (Stephen Dedalus)

"Introibo ad altare diaboli." (Father Malachi O'Flynn)

"Htengier Lnetopinmo Dog Drol eht rof, Aiulella!" (The Voice of all the Damned)

"Dooooooooooog!" (Adonai)

"Ute ute ute ute ute ute ute ute." (The Retriever)

"Hohohohohohoh Hohohohome! (The Horse)

"... like me, though in reality I'm not." (Leopold Bloom)

"What a pity the government did not supply our men with wonderworkers during the South African campaign! What a relief it would have been!" (Absentminded beggar)

"Who was M'Intosh?" (Leopold Bloom)

"Where was Moses when the candle went out?" (Leopold Bloom)

"Silently, in a dream she had come to him after her death, her wasted body within its loose brown graveclothes giving off an odour of wax and rosewood..." (Stephen Dedalus) 

"Ghostly light on the tortured face." (Stephen Dedalus)

"An elderly man shot up near the spur of rock a blowing red face. He scrambled up by the stones, water glistening on his pate and on its garland of grey hair, water rilling over his chest and paunch and spilling jets out of his black sagging loincloth."

"... and in my mind's darkness a sloth of the underworld, reluctant, shy of brightness, shifting her dragon scally folds." (Stephen Dedalus)

"... and on a heath beneath winking stars a fox, red reek of rapine in his fur, with merciless bright eyes scraped in the earth, listened, scraped up the earth, listened, scraped and scraped." (Stephen Dedalus)

"Around the slabbed tables the tangle of wined breaths and grumbling gorges. His breath hangs over our saucestained plates, the green fairy's fang thrusting between his lips." (Stephen Dedalus)

"A bloated carcase of a dog lay lolled on bladderwrack. Before him the gunwale of a boat, sunk in sand. Un coche ensablé, Louis Veuillot called Gautier's prose. These heavy sands are language tide and wind have silted here." (Stephen Dedalus)

"Behold the handmaid of the Moon. In sleep the west sign calls her hour, bids her rise. Bridebed, childbed, bed of death, ghostcandled. Omnis caro ad te veniet. He comes, pale vampire, through storms his eyes, his bat sails bloodying the sea, mouth to her mouth's kiss." (Stephen Dedalus)

"Under the upswelling tide he saw the writhing weeds lift languily and sway reluctant arms, hising up their petticoats, in whispering water swaying and upturning coy silver fronds... they are weary." (Stephen Dedalus)

"The cat mewed in answer and stalked again stiffly round a leg of the table, mewing. Just how she stalks over my writingtable. Prr. Scratch my head. Prr." (Leopold Bloom)

"Out it rushes: blue. One whiff of that and you're a goner." (Leopold Bloom)

"Love among the tombstones. Romeo. Spice of pleasure. In the midst of death we are in life. Both ends meet." (Leopold Bloom)

"Chinese cemeteries with giant poppies growing produce the best opium..." (Leopold Bloom)

"Gentle sweet air blew round the bared heads in a whisper. Whisper. The boy by the gravehead held his wreath with both hands staring quietly in the black open space." (Leopold Bloom &/or the Narrator/Arranger)

"An obese grey rat toddled along the side of the crypt, moving the pebbles." (Leopold Bloom)

"Pyramids in sand. Built in bread and onions." (Leopold Bloom)

"There he is: the brother. Image of him. Haunting face. Now that's a coincidence. Course hundreds of times you think of a person and don't meet him. Like a man walking in his sleep." (Leopold Bloom)

"Coming events cast their shadows before." (Leopold Bloom)

"Mawkish pulp her mouth had mumbled sweet and sour with spittle. Joy: I ate it: joy. Young life, her lips that gave me pouting. Soft, warm, sticky gumjelly lips. Flower her eyes were, take me, willing eyes. Pebbles fell. She lay still. A goat." (Leopold Bloom)

"... woman's breasts full in her blouse of nun's veiling, fat nipples upright..." (Leopold Bloom)

"Stuck, the flies buzzed." (Leopold Bloom)

"Seabedabbled, fallen, weltering. Lapwing you are. Lapwing be." (Stephen Dedalus)

"She dances in a foul gloom where gum burns with garlic. A sailorman, rustbearded, sips from a beaker rum and eyes her. A long and seafed silent rut. She dances, capers, wagging her sowish hauches and her hips, on her grow belly flapping a ruby egg." (Stephen Dedalus)

"She will drown me with her, eyes and hair. Lank coils of seaweed hair around me, my hear, my soul. Salt green death." (Stephen Dedalus)

"His face got all grey instead of being red like it was and there was a fly walking over it up to his eye." (Master Dignam)

"Chords dark. Lugugugubrious. Low. In a cave of the dark middle earth. Embedded ore. Lumpmusic." (Leopold Bloom)

"Body of white woman, a flute alive. Blow gentle. Loud. Three holes all..." (Leopold Bloom)

"The man in the brown macintosh loves a lady who is dead." (Arranger)

"He was eying her as a snake eyes its prey." (Gerty MacDowell)

"Edy had her own quiet way of saying things like that she knew would wound like the confounded little cat she was." (Gerty MacDowell)

"... a bat flew forth from the ivied belfry through the dusk, hither, thither, with a tiny lost cry." (Gerty MacDowell)

"Back of everything magnetism." (Leopold Bloom)

"Hanging by his heels in the odour of sanctity." (Leopold Bloom)

"Howth settled for slumber tired of long days, of yumyum rhododendrons (he was old) and felt gladly the night breeze lift, ruffle his fell of ferns. He lay but opened a red eye unsleeping, deep and slowly breathing, slumberous but awake." (Leopold Bloom &/or arranger)

"Bottle with story of a treasure in it thrown from a wreck." (Leopold Bloom)

"The adiaphane in the noon of life is an Egypt's plague which in the nights of prenativity and postmortemity is their most proper ubi and quomodo." (Stephen Dedalus)

"In terror the poor girl flees away through the murk. She is the bride of darkness, a daughter of night... There is none now to be for Leopold, what Leopold was for Rudolph. (Leopold Bloom &/or arranger)

"Parallax stalks behind and goads them, the lancinating lightnings of whose brow are scorpions." (Leopold Bloom/ Stephen Dedalus &/or arranger)

"She leads him towards the steps, drawing him by the odour of her armpits, the vice of her painted eyes, the rustle of her slip in whose sinuous folds lurks the lion reek of all the male brutes that have possessed her." (Arranger &/or Leopold Bloom)

"Round and round a moth flies, colliding, escaping." (Arranger &/or Leopold Bloom)

"And a prettier, daintier head of winsome curls was never seen on a whore's shoulders." (Arranger &/or Stephen Dedalus/ Leopold Bloom)

"Bello grabs her hair violently and drags her forward." (Arranger &/or Leopold Bloom/ Stephen Dedalus)

"Mute inhuman faces throng forward, leering, vanishing, gibbering, Booloohoom." (Arranger &/or Leopold Bloom/ Stephen Dedalus)

"Whispered kisses are heard in all the wood. Faces of hamadryads peep out from the boles and among the leaves and break blossoming into bloom." (Arranger &/or Leopold Bloom/ Stephen Dedalus)

"She fixes her bluecircled hollow eyesockets on Stephen and opens her toothless mouth uttering a silent word." (Stephen Dedalus)

"A green crab with malignant red eyes sitcks deep its grinning claws in Stephen's heart." (Stephen Dedalus)

"Time's livid final flame leaps and, in the following darkness, ruin of all space, shattered glass and toppling masonry." (Stephen Dedalus)

"A violent erection of the hanged sends gouts of sperm spouting through his death clothes on to the cobblestones." (Stephen Dedalus/ Leopold Bloom &/or arranger)

"Old Gummy Granny in sugarloaf hat appears seated on a toadstool, the deathflower of the potato blight on her breast." (Stephen Dedalus/ Leopold Bloom &/or arranger)

"Pandemonium... The midnight sun is darkened... Laughing witches in red cutty sarks ride through the air on broomsticks.... It rains dragon's teeth." (Stephen Dedalus/ Leopold Bloom &/or arranger)

"The Reverend Mr Haines Love raises high behind the celebrant's petticoats, revealing his grey bare hairy buttocks between which a carrot is stuck." (Stephen Dedalus/ Leopold Bloom &/or arranger)

"Against the dark wall a figure appears slowly, a fairy boy of eleven, a changeling, kidnapped, dressed in an Eton suit with glass shoes and a little bronze helmet, holding a book in his hand. He reads from right to left inaudibly, smiling, kissing hte page." (Leopold Bloom)

"... as she also was Spanish or half so, types that wouldn't do things by halves, passionate abandon of the south, casting every shred of decency to the winds." (Leopold Bloom)

"... from existence to nonexistence gone he would be by all as none perceived." (Arranger &/or Leopold Bloom)

"To knock or not to knock." (Arranger &/or Leopold Bloom)

"Unsmiling, he heard and saw with wonder a jew's daughter, all dressed in green." (Arranger &/or Leopold Bloom)

"... theres nothing like a kiss long and hot down to your soul almost paralyses you..." (Molly Bloom)

"... he was very handsome at that time trying to look like lord Byron I said I liked though he was too beautiful for a man..." (Molly Bloom)

"... I hate an unlucky man..." (Molly Bloom)

"... you cant get on in this world without style..." (Molly Bloom)

"... when I came to page 50 the part about where she hangs him up out of a hook with a cord flagellate sure theres nothing for a woman in that all invention made up about he drinking the champagne out of her slipper..." (Molly Bloom)

"... titties he calls them I had to laugh yes..." (Molly Bloom)

"... I don't like books with a Molly in them..." (Molly Bloom)

"... I wish somebody would write me a loveletter... true or not it fills up your whole day..." (Molly Bloom)

"... after I tried with the Banana but I was afraid it might break and get lost up in me somewhere..." (Molly Bloom)

"... I tortured the life out of him... his eyes shut and a bird flying below us..." (Molly Bloom)

"... my mother whoever she was might have given me a nicer name the Lord knows after the lovely one she had Lunita Laredo..." (Molly Bloom)

"... I wouldn't mind being a man and get up on a lovely woman..." (Molly Bloom)

"... theyve money of course so theyre all right I wouldnt marry him not if he was the last man in the world besides theres something queer about their children always smelling around..." (Molly Bloom)

"... for the one thing he slept on the floor half the night naked the way the jews used when somebody dies belonged to them..." (Molly Bloom)

"... and Fanny M Coys husband white head of cabbage skinny thing with a turn in her eye trying to sing my songs shed want to be born all over again and her old green dress..." (Molly Bloom)

"... her window weeds wont improve her appearance..." (Molly Bloom)

"... he insisted hed go into mourning for the cat..." (Molly Bloom)

"... those fine young men I could see down in Margate strand bathing place from the side of the rock standing up in the sun naked like a God or something and then plunging into the sea with them why arent all men like that thered be some consolation for a woman..." (Molly Bloom)

"... there so simple I wouldnt mind taking him in my mouth if nobody was looking..." (Molly Bloom)

"... when do you ever see women rolling around drunk like they do or gambling every penny they have... a woman whatever she does she knows where to stop..." (Molly Bloom)

"... no wonder they treat us the way they do we are a dreadful lot of bitches..." (Molly Bloom)

"... that his wife is fucked yes and damn well fucked too up to my neck..." (Molly Bloom)

***All quotations here come from the Ulysses the 1922 text, edited by Jeri Johnson (Oxford, 1993).

On Nationalism:

"Nationality (if this is not really a useful fiction like many others which the scalpels of the present-day scientists have put paid to) must find its basic reason for being in something that surpasses, that transcends and that informs changeable entities such as blood or human speech. The mystic theologian who assumed the pseudonym of Dionysius the Areopagite said somewhere that ‘God has arranged the limits of the nations according to his angels’ and this is probably not purely a mystic concept. In Ireland we can see how the Danes, the Firbolgs, the Milesians from Spain, the Norman invaders, the Anglo-Saxon colonists and the Huguenots came together to form a new entity, under the influence of a local god, one might say."

"I find a bit naïve to heap insults on the Englishmen for his misdeeds in Ireland. A conqueror cannot be amateurish, and what England did in Ireland over the centuries is no different from what the Belgians are doing today in the Congo Free State..."

James Joyce, "Ireland: Island of Saints and Sages."

"All the Anglo-Saxon soul is in Crusoe: virile independence, unthinking cruelty, persistence, slow yet effective intelligence, sexual apathy, practical and well-balanced religiosity, calculating dourness."

James Joyce, "Realism and Idealism in English Literature."

On Oscar Wilde:

"Anyone who follows closely the life and language of men, whether in a soldier’s barracks or in a large office of commerce, will hesitate to believe that all those who cast stones at Wilde were themselves without blemish. In fact, everyone feels reluctant in speaking with others on this subject fearing that his listener might know more about it than himself."

"Wilde assimilation of other natures alien to his own, such as those of the delinquent and the humble... is the true inherent in the spirit of Catholicism: that men cannot reach the divine heart except across that sense of separation and loss that is called sin."

James Joyce, "Oscar Wilde: The Poet of Salomé."

On Blake:

"Blake, like many other man of great genius, was not attracted by cultivated and refined woman. Either he preferred simple women with sensual and nebulous mind… or the demon hidden in a cloud."

"Elementary beings and the spirits of deceased great men would often enter the poet’s room at night to speak to him about art and the imagination… Ought we to be amazed that the symbolic beings Los, Urizen, Vala, Tiriel, and Enitharmon and the shades of Homer and Milton should come from their ideal world into a poor room in London, or that the incense that greeted their coming was the smell of Indian tea and eggs fried in lard?"

"If we were to lay a charge of madness against every great genius who does not share the science undergraduate’s fatuous belief in headlong materialism now held in such high regard, little would remain of world art and history."

James Joyce, "Realism and Idealism in English Literature."

On Mangan:

"Mangan obtained a position as assistant librarian in the huge library of Trinity College Dublin… Mangan passed his days studying in this library, becoming a reasonably accomplished linguist. He was well familiar with the Italian, Spanish, French and German languages and literatures, besides those of Ireland and England and, it would seem, had some knowledge of oriental languages, probably Sanskrit and Arabic."

"I understand that pathologists deny the possibility of combining the delights of alcohol and opium, and it seems that Mangan was soon convinced of this fact, for he dedicated himself unremittingly to filling himself with narcotics. Mitchel tell us how Mangan looked like a living skeleton towards the end of his life. His face was fleshless, barely covered by a translucent skin, like fine porcelain, his body wasted. His eyes, behind which shone rare glimmers which seemed to hide the horrendous, voluptuous memory of his visions, were dreaming, large and staring; his voice was drawling, faint and sepulchral… So lived and died the man who I consider the most distinguished poet of the modern Celtic world and one of the most inspired poets of any country ever to make use of the lyric form."

James Joyce, "James Clarence Mangan."

Thursday, December 15, 2016

Icons of Romanticism (Brazil)

"The nineteenth century dislike of Romanticism is the rage of Caliban
 not seeing his own face in the glass." 
Oscar Wild & Buck Mulligan

"'Sos de un romanticismo inaguantable'"
(se pensaba) Oliveira & Julio Cortázar

"The vehement yearning for violence, so characteristic of some of
the best modern creative artists, thinkers, scholars, and craftsmen,
is a natural reaction of those whom society has tried to cheat of
their strength..."
Hanna Arendt

a) a volta dos que não foram
b) Brazilian young democracy
c) Kurt Cobain tupiniquim

a) Hillary Clinton
b) Dilma Rousseff
c) Marina Silva

a) organizações Globo
b) #reformadaprevidencia
c) Henrique Meirelles

a) fuck u all
b) a burguesia fede
c) a la recherche du temps perdu

a) Feliciano liberado
b) o pesadelo de Jair Bolsonaro
c) I love Laerte

a) Leda Nagle
b) povo brasileiro
c) jovem trans assassinada

a) seja marginal seja heroi
b) foda-se a presidenta do STF
c) bomba atomica nos tres poderes

a) a volta de Porfirio Diaz
b) Cristo levanta do Pão de Açúcar
c) statue of liberty/trump

a) eu
b) Letícia Sabatella
c) #pecjuizofinal

a) fumar cannabis nos banheiros presidenciais
a) Adriana Prieto no purgatório
c) Julianne Moore brasilica

a) Leilane Neubarth liberada
b) minha vocação
c) saudades de Ísis de Oliveira

a) degola do patinho da Fiesp
b) não passarão
c) o povo não eh bobo

a) Marcelo Crivella
b) Ricardo Lewandowski
c) a múmia do Dr Roberto Marinho

a) diretas jah
b) asteroide
c) tisuname global

a) dona Marisa Letícia
b) príncipe George
c) David Luiz

a) a vingança do Todo-Feio
b) primeiro a ser comido
c) eu passarinho

a) carta de Caminha 
b) decência
c) deixe-o ou deixe-o

Em Álvares de Azevedo "havia uma certa razão de consanguinidade com Byron e uma íntima convivência com os poetas do norte da Europa". 
"... uma verdadeira sensibilidade. A melancolia de Azevedo era sincera."
"Como poeta humorístico, Azevedo ocupa um lugar muito distinto. A viveza, a originalidade, o chiste, o humor dos versos deste gênero são notáveis."
- Machado de Assis, "Lira dos Vintes Anos".

"... como um poema que cismei numa semana de febre — uma aberração dos princípios da ciência."
"Conhaque! Não te ama quem não te entende!"
"E eis-te aí vazia, minha garrafa! Vazia como mulher bela que morreu!"
"Fumais? Perguntais de que serve o tinteiro sem tinta..."
Algumas mulheres "em falta de cabelos na cabeça os têm no coração".
"A meretriz é um cadáver. Vale-nos ao menos que sobre seu peito não se morre de frio!"
"A maior desgraça deste mundo é ser Fausto sem Mefistófeles..."
"... o que é tudo no mundo senão vapor?"
"Dizem que se a rabeca de Paganini dava sons tão humanos, tão melodiosos, é que ele fizera passar a alma de sua mãe pelas cordas de seu instrumento."
"Não há melhor túmulo para a dor que uma taça cheia de vinho ou uns olhos negros cheios de languidez."
"Não maldigas a voz rouca do corvo: ele canta na impureza um poema desconhecido."
"... nos mangues e nas águas do Amazonas e do Orenoco há mais mosquitos e sezões do que inspiração."
"... o ateísmo como na Rainha Mab de Shelley."
"A filosofia é uma cripta escura onde se esbarra na treva."
"Fausto é Werther que envelheceu."
- Alvares de Azevedo, Macário.

"Aqui dissipa-se o mundo visionário e platônico."
"A poesia é um defeito no cérebro."
"Se Adão pecou em estado de inocência, que muito é que nos dias da impureza peque o mísero Puff?"
"Este demônio de um poeta como eu nem vale um murro!"
"Ora, façam ideia que ternuras terá essa lagarta posta a fresco!"
"... como cala o vento do trópico na podre calmaria."
- Alvares de Azevedo, segunda e terceira parte da Lira dos Vinte Anos.

"A noite escura é negra como um túmulo. Durmamos."
- Alvares de Azevedo, "Gloria Moribunda".

Alvares de Azevedo “foi o primeiro, quase o único antes do Modernismo, a dar categoria poética ao prosaísmo cotidiano, à roupa suja, ao cachimbo sarrento; não só por exigência da personalidade contraditória, mas como execução de um programa conscientemente traçado”.
- Antônio Cândido, “Alvarez de Azevedo, ou Ariel e Caliban”, Formação.

Monday, December 12, 2016

Godard's Sympathy for the Devil & British Sounds

"And what's more important: we must be aware of the so called friend who in the end is the enemy."
"Peace is the language of the integrationists: but there can be no peace... until the black people of the world are free."


"Sometimes the class struggle is also the struggle of one image against another image, of one sound against another sound. In a film the struggle is between images and sounds."
"Is the Marxist concept of surplus value the best weapon with which to unmask the bourgeois concept of presentation? The first task of the anti-imperialist cinema is to answer that question."
"There are neither self-evident images nor images that speak for themselves in the way the Russian revisionist films and the mass circulation magazines in the West pretend."
"Seizing the revolution with one hand and production with the other. What does that mean for militant film makers? It doesn't mean bringing films to the people, but making films from and through the people." 

Prénom Carmen:


Spectres de Marx (Jacques Derrida, 1993):

Andy Warhol about Godard:

One Hundred Forty-Nine Inches: 

Devenir Musician:

***See also: