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
