Compañeros

In the sixth year following Wings of Desire, Cassiel fell from Der Himmel über Berlin and joined Damiel in the flesh in the screen sequel. Now, in the sixth year following the death of the actor who’d incorporated Cassiel, the actor who embodied Damiel has wrapped the process in real life and headed in the other direction.

As a stage actor Bruno Ganz co-founded the Berliner Schaubühne, as a Swiss film actor he was truly international, performing in several languages, which, depending upon when Terrence Malick releases Radegund, could reach seven decades.

Considering his body of work, it might be considered a shame if this is all he’s remembered for:

Ganz außer sich – 1941–2019

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33 1/3 revolutions late

Contrary to the battering lyricist’s Randian objectivist to bleeding-heart libertarian evolution, Power Windows contains the seeds that belie this range of view to offer one of the best arguments for anarchy — namely, “The Big Money”, about the inevitable effect of the accumulation of capital, “Manhattan Project”, lamenting the loss of virtue in science as the experiment is directed from above, and “Territories”, which sees how these cultivate nothing but a reversion to tribe over community.And if that wasn’t unpopular enough, I got a hunk of Neil’s irrational side, with a paraphrase that keeps it as snide: Big money got a soul.

 

October’s Objects of Possession

I’d like, for once, to argue with people who’d gotten their preposterous opinions on their own, reflecting the genuine shapes of their own minds as buffeted by private experience… rather than arguing indirectly with The State’s proxies in the form of brainwashed consumers who inadvertently ingest opinions and pre-fab personality traits with the media products they absorb like addicts.

T‘s that shit you let fly that lays the ground on which you sound bitter or crazy for your all of a sudden one day saying something that implies your not thinking that shit should fly. Like, by the time of the meddlesome mother’s objection to her kid’s having to recite “under God” in school, you missed the boat on calling out in front of God & her PTA just how retarded the goddamn Pledge is in the first place.

How many y’all ever really thought ‘Ye’ was a musical genius? Name one track he’s ever done that even ever accidentally rocked your brain stem. I mean, what’s his actual legacy defining moment?

Can’t one at least take pleasure in Maga cum Dickface’s abrading his anus all over the oval rug, branding the presidential seal, or is it that his followers’ certain justification of their hero’s soiling of the inviolable accessory just grate on each last nerve that conveniently responds to trumped up triggers? As in, the only reason that shit’s sacred is because of them. Fuckin’ hypocrites. Imagine the gall it takes to profess to hold something dear that you don’t hold dear.

The following image is from 1885, one century before the rhetoric of the Ray Gun Revolution’s being cemented in history. For the Millennial, an adequate comparison for context would be when Bo Rama was re-elected, his nation’s approving his legacy in all of its vainglorious disposition matrix, which is just another stone along the path of what will continue to pass for one of those many feel good American moments one’s questioning is questionable.

Stralauer Plz, Berlin-Friedrichshain 1885 (Am Ostbahnhof 2018)

 

Der Parkbank Pinkler: Teillos

„Geschäftsidee: sich präsentieren als ein großzügiger und alternativ-bewusster Betreuer mit peinlich schablonenhaften Werbebranche Begriffen wie „bezahlbarer Luxus“ und „echte Gesellschaft“ und agieren wie typisch ausbeuterische Eigentümer, dessen Mieter/innen mit Blick auf das größtmögliche Gewinnmotiv einsargen.“

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By virtue of the ongoing coverage: Of the Moving of Our Octogenarian

Had I known how prominently this topic’d sustain, I’d have included the following video, edited by me for brevity and so as not to give it all away. It is an excerpt from K8’s The Line, the Cross & the Curve (sorry, I canno’ bring myself to link to Amazon) that features Lindsay Kemp.


A dvd of Flowers can be purchased here, a much poorer quality viewed here.