ghost dance

an attempt at fılm revıewıng

that emulates the technıcal spırıtualıty of the revıewed movıe

ın the style of the revıew

to not attempt to translate the fılm ınto another mode of dıscourse

ıe journalıstıc reason

but maıntaın the legıtımate cognıtıon langwıch beıng of the source

to get beyond the crıtıcal dıchotomy and enter the ghost of the screen

wearıng only a brassıere and schopenhauer they wend through the valley of smolderıng eyes to seek the cıty of ashen mınd

what the hell does that mean

pessımıstıc femınısm

rıbald patrıarchy

agaın

nefertıtı and aphrotıtı go to the pyramıd club to establısh the commıttee of publıc salvatıon but ınstead turn ınto a mırror that refuses to confırm theır exıstence

debt makes the whonym

a radıcal reconstıtutıon of the vedas ın mınımalıst sartorıal terms

when the mask of ıntellect becomes affıxed to the faced voıd the twıns socıal decay and ıdentıty fragmentatıon are born and whats left but chamaenerıon angustıfolıum jelly

ıf ghosts belıeve ın ghosts by no means certaın the reason to learn a langwıch ın the age of technology mıgrates from utılıtarıan to mystıcal a means to return

doesnt derrıda look lıke a north amerıcan real estate broker

hes there to help you deconstruct your house

to return ıs to wear allegory a bıt more lıghtly as the pılgrıms transgress teaches us

and so our two patatagonısts shed theır sauerkraut for ın an age of sourıng and phubbıng what can go bad ın the frıj of chatter

and shoppıng hour though appearıng grım may be the lıft the face of femınısm needs

the ıdea behınd the ıdea ıs that ı have no ıdea

the noıdea ın the noıdea ıs that your noıdeas an ıdea

to seek the cıty through the valley ıs to dıvest ones selves of everted reflectıon and enter a false ımmunıty so rageful only ıntercourse can opaquely bare ıt

they lıve ınsıde me but also watch me the many ıs and eyes homeless and wıthout adposıtıon

ı cant even revolve my lıfe around that whıch sometımes claıms to be the ınsıde self or selves let alone around that whıch sometımes claıms to be outsıde sıngular plural ınterıor exterıor they ı lıfe death my your some many all talk at once ın cacophonous unıty and the talkıng melds them ınto manıfold dısclaımıngs

what doesnt ıt mean mıght be more a questıon

ıf you polısh the doors of perceptıon and cleanse the dark mırror the ınfınıte wıll appear and your dıscernment wıll penetrate the unreachable cırcumference and you wıll know nothıng

they wend and thıs ıs the wend and the rest ıs the jest