I Am Trash Man.

Good music, better films, occasional writings.

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Robert Frank, Children with Sparklers, Provincetown, 1958

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Don’t worry we will both find out, just not together

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Animation made using just light and the shadows cast on a pinscreen.

Night on Bald Mountain (Alexander Alexeieff, 1933)

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I can’t turn this thing off It keeps following me Used to be so human now it’s just a machine

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An extended ending to “I Wish I Knew How It Would Feel To Be Free” from the documentary “Nina Simone: A Historical Perspective” (dir. Peter Rodis, 1969)

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Tatsuro Kiuchi’s cover art for Criterion’s rerelease of Good Morning (Yasujiro Ozu, 1959)

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Angel Olsen // Fly On Your Wall

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“Our First 100 Days” collects 100 new songs by amazing artists for $30, and all proceeds go to organizations that protect the environment as well as the rights of immigrants, women, and the LGBTQ community, each fighting back against the damage done by the Trump administration. Angel Olsen leads the way, and Toro Y Moi, Jay Som, Waxahatchee, Mitski, Marissa Nadler follow closely behind. Get it on: bandcamp / ourfirst100days.us

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I Am A Baby (In My Universe) | Daniel Johnston

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In the Mood for Love (Wong Kar-wai, 2000)

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A Brighter Summer Day (Edward Yang, 1991)

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In favour of punching Nazis

Philosophy, University of Stirling

“The Limits of Dialogue and the Failure of Liberalism”

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Days of Being Wild (Wong Kar-wai, 1990)

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Sea of Love | Cat Power

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Without Raoul Coutard the French New Wave would have been nothing but an ambitious dream.

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These words meant so much to me growing up. Goodbye Leonard Cohen.

Suzanne takes you down to her place near the river You can hear the boats go by You can spend the night beside her And you know that she's half crazy But that's why you want to be there And she feeds you tea and oranges That come all the way from China And just when you mean to tell her That you have no love to give her Then she gets you on her wavelength And she lets the river answer That you've always been her lover And you want to travel with her And you want to travel blind And you know that she will trust you For you've touched her perfect body with your mind And Jesus was a sailor When he walked upon the water And he spent a long time watching From his lonely wooden tower And when he knew for certain Only drowning men could see him He said "All men will be sailors then Until the sea shall free them" But he himself was broken Long before the sky would open Forsaken, almost human He sank beneath your wisdom like a stone And you want to travel with him And you want to travel blind And you think maybe you'll trust him For he's touched your perfect body with his mind Now Suzanne takes your hand And she leads you to the river She is wearing rags and feathers From Salvation Army counters And the sun pours down like honey On our lady of the harbour And she shows you where to look Among the garbage and the flowers There are heroes in the seaweed There are children in the morning They are leaning out for love And they will lean that way forever While Suzanne holds the mirror And you want to travel with her And you want to travel blind And you know that you can trust her For she's touched your perfect body with her mind