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a bard's eye view of love, life and psychotronic cinema
following the top 10 movie meme i've been tagged by crag hill for a list of top ten books. listing them should be easier than listing movies, but also harder too, for i have hundreds of favorite books. and poets, and poems. not to mention prose works and so on. and i'm always having crushes on poets, whether they know it or not. that's one of the things that makes the net so great. i can google a writer till my fingers are raw from all the typing.
i'm a nut for lists, as i've mentioned before, so reading around the blogosphere poets' list of top 10 movies, is as we used to say in the old days, rad. i'm with geof huth who lists one of his favorite films to be the remake of breathless starring richard gere. it's one of my favorites too. esp. powerful is the end when gere starts dancing in the street surrounded by cops as the band x start in on the soundtrack.
does anyone know, or know how to contact, seattle poet mickey o'connor? thought i'd read a short review of a chap of his couple of years ago on someone's blog. name stuck and i found some of his poems i like very much. mucho appreciated.
the top movie meme has me ruminating about all sorts of categories re: my favorite films. i have movies that i hate but are obsessed by anyway. and i have movies that i love but consider to be pieces of shit. e.g. close encounters of the third kind would fit into the first category, and a shitty late corman rip-off munchies is in the second category.
logan ryan smith tagged me for a top 10 movie meme. shit, just 10? i could go nuts with sub-catagories such as my top 10 italian cannibal movies. or my favorite giallos. or my favorite post-apocalyptic tales. or comedies. or musicals. you get my drift. so i'll concentrate right now on a few of the several of the films that have mattered the most to me in my life. these are a few of the films i return to again and again. like logan i'm hardly one for art-house preciousness. most of these films are base and popular. but tell me, are there any other kind.
whoa! okay, i admit to a reluctance [related to shyness, i think] about promoting my own work, but jean vengua has written what i think is one of the best review/responses i've had the pleasure of reading -- about anything -- regarding Super8 here.
okay, i've switched over. don't seem that bad. perhaps i'll even learn someday to alphabetize my links and post photos of my chaps and shit.
looks like this will be the last post i can make on the old blogger. signing in i was nearly forced to create a google account. i'll do that a bit later, inevitable as it is. don't worry cliff, i'll change in a couple of days and sign up for the newly taking the brim blog.
alright. blogger still won't let me link, i mean i can link, but the movie link i want to use from internet movie database is a bunch of code, and i can't write over it with the name of the film. so i'm going ahead anyway.
below is electronica band, boards of canada, video 'dayvan cowboy'. i've become obsessed with this video not just because of the music but because the 1st half of the video is footage of joe kittinger's record breaking skydive from an altitude of 102,800 ft. in 1960. that's pretty damn close to the edge of space. being the son of a skydiver i find that jump stupid and astonishing. breathtaking, even.
fuck labels, anyway. so i was moping about this past week. guess it was post-publication blues. now that i have this made thing, now what. there is always the fear that i've got to let the poems stand or fall on their own. can't really articulate what i mean, except that the publication, a state i enjoy and fear at the same time, of the texts is sorta anti-climactic. no, don't expect the nobel committee to call me up. nor do i think the phone will ring from the macarthur foundation with a big, juicy grant, so that i can pay off my mortgage, quit my job, find something part-time, and just write.
ah labels. how we [me] crave them and reject them all at once. an individual in a crowd of us. an army of me. etc. etc. so what kind of poet is i?