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lightning and hail, snow and clouds, stormy winds that do his bidding,
Creative paradoxes.
These grand and fatal movements toward death: the grandeur of the mass Makes pity a fool, the tearing pity For the atoms of the mass, the persons, the victims, makes it seem monstrous To admire the tragic beauty they build. It is beautiful as a river flowing or a slowly gathering Glacier on a high mountain rock-face, Bound to plow down a forest, or as frost in November, The gold and flaming death-dance for leaves, Or a girl in the night of her spent maidenhood, bleeding and kissing. I would burn my right hand in a slow fire To change the future … I should do foolishly. The beauty of modern Man is not in the persons but in the Disastrous rhythm, the heavy and mobile masses, the dance of the Dream-led masses down the dark mountain.
REARMAMENT, Robinson Jeffers, 1935
Director Lynne Ramsay joins Miranda Sawyer to discuss the use of music in her work.
Like the unshaven prickle of a sharpened razor, this new coldness in the air, the pang of something intangible. Filling our eyes, the sinusitis of perfume without the perfume. And then love's vertigo, love's exactitude, this snow, this transfiguration we never quite get over.
How Snow Falls, Craig Raine
Listen. If you listen closely, intensely, you will hear the sounds of loneliness scoring the most profound encounters found on our screens and in their relatable, traceable senses. Sounding loneliness is heard in the timbre of the vanquished voice, the rhythmic pattern of raindrops falling, the nervous beep of a horn emitting from a car …
Akira Kurosawa's great advice to aspiring filmmakers No copyright infringement intended, video can be removed on request.
We are inherently social creatures, but modern life tends to compartmentalise us instead of bringing us together.
Professor Brian Primack
Readers share their experiences of cities at night – from hearing panther screams in Prague to wandering through the hidden neighbourhoods of Seoul
Instead of trying to invent a plot that moves, use the movement of wind, or water, children, people, elevators, balls, etc. as a poem might celebrate these. And use your freedom to experiment with visual ideas; your mistakes will not get you fired.
Maya Deren
Every life is many days, day after day. We walk through ourselves, meeting robbers, ghosts, giants, old men, young men, wives, widows, brothers-in-love. But always meeting ourselves.
The most trusted voice in music.
Capturing early 20th century New York – and all the glamour, danger and alienation it contained – Paul Strand set the foundations for a skyscraping subgenre: the city symphony
Constructive Editing in Robert Bresson's Pickpocket
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