The Semiotics of Sloth

Me, on Angelos Koutsourakis, on Lars von Trier:

‘What can I say? I understand Hitler,’ said Danish filmmaker Lars von Trier, at a press conference during the 2011 Cannes Film Festival, where his film Melancholia was screened for competition. As he stutters on, describing how he can ‘see Hitler in his bunker’ despite his having done ‘some wrong things,’ identifying himself as a Nazi while insisting that he is ‘not against Jews,’ Melancholia’s star, Kirsten Dunst, shifts uncomfortably in her chair, rolling her eyes, laughing nervously. ‘Oh my god,’ she audibly mutters, ‘this is terrible.’

The 2013 Films I Saw, Ranked from Best to Worst
  1. Spring Breakers, dir. Harmony Korine
  2. Frances Ha, dir. Noah Baumbach
  3. American Hustle, dir. David O. Russell
  4. 12 Years a Slave, dir. Steve McQueen
  5. Computer Chess, dir. Andrew Bujalski
  6. Side Effects, dir. Steven Soderbergh
  7. Blue Jasmine, dir. Woody Allen
  8. This Is The End, dir. Evan Goldberg & Seth Rogen
  9. The Bling Ring, dir. Sofia Coppola
  10. Gravity, dir. Alfonso Cuarón
  11. The Hangover Part III, dir. Todd Phillips
  12. Before Midnight, dir. Richard Linklater
  13. The Wolf of Wall Street, dir. Martin Scorsese
  14. The Great Gatsby, dir. Baz Luhrmann
My 25 Favorite Records of 2013, Loosely Arranged
  1. Darkside, Psychic
  2. Arcade Fire, Reflektor
  3. Ducktails, The Flower Lane
  4. Phoenix, Bankrupt!
  5. James Blake, Overgrown
  6. My Bloody Valentine, mbv
  7. Merchandise, Totale Nite
  8. Courtney Barnett, The Double EP: A Sea of Split Peas
  9. Ducktails, Wish Hotel
  10. Radiation City, Animals in the Median
  11. Julia Holter, Loud City Song
  12. Young Galaxy, Ultramarine
  13. Daft Punk, Random Access Memories
  14. David Bowie, The Next Day
  15. Blood Orange, Cupid Deluxe
  16. Vampire Weekend, Modern Vampires of the City
  17. Atoms for Peace, Amok
  18. Rhye, Woman
  19. Haim, Days Are Gone
  20. Parquet Courts, Light Up Gold
  21. Mayer Hawthorne, Where Does This Door Go
  22. The National, Trouble Will Find Me
  23. Youth Lagoon, Wondrous Bughouse
  24. The Field, Cupid’s Head
  25. Cheatahs, Extended Plays
An Open Letter to The Silent Comedy, by Justine Marzoni

theradicalnotionblog:

"To be clear, my issues with this video do not lie in the fact that rape is a theme represented. What I do have a problem with is the way that it is represented––as an accepted practice, presented uncritically, and seemingly without comment".

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The following is a response by San Diego local, Justine Marzoni, to an ever disturbing and rape-normalizing video, “Always Two”. If you love rape culture, you’ll LOVE this new video by San Diego’s local (and fairly popular) band, The Silent Comedy. I encourage you to watch and to let your emotions fuel your action towards ensuring the removal of this video’s existence in the public sphere. TRIGGER WARNING for those sensitive to Rape (and lets be honest, I wish we all were). Thank you so much for writing this, Justine. You can watch the video and view the letter directly below.

http://youtu.be/AUBKNZfAwis

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In which I destroy one of my idols…

The Fourteenth

The hobgoblins strike at my teeth

As the recyclables flail with emotions

And the bicycles fly through the air

After a night with Jameson’s

And the camera excites the little girls

Who sing to the cherry trees even though

No one is actually listening

But no one cares, no one knows

How I can sit here for hours and hours

Waiting for something to happen

But nothing ever does, except a bathroom break

Every now and then.

"Artists are nourished by each other more than by fame or by the public, I’ve always thought. To give one’s work to the world is an experience of peculiar emptiness. The work goes away from the artist into a void, like a message stuck into a bottle and flung into the sea. Criticism is crushing and humiliating. Pollock was hailed as a genius by the time he died, but could he have forgotten the widely repeated witticism that his paintings could have been done by a chimpanzee? As for praise, somehow it falls short, empty superlatives. The true artist knows the pitfalls of vanity. Dangerous to let go of one’s anxiety. But did you understand? must always be the question. To like and admire is not enough: did you understand? And will you understand the next thing I do—the wet canvas in my studio, the page I left in my typewriter? Unreasonably, the artist would like to know this, too. Praise has to do with the past, the finished thing; the unfinished is the artist’s preoccupation.”

—Joyce Johnson, Minor Characters (1983)

They all went to the movies on Forty-second Street that night and saw I Vitteloni, a film about a gang of rootless young men in Rome. Lafcadio, according to Leo, thought it was about New York.
Joyce Johnson, Minor Characters (1983)
thesufjanstevensmodel5000:

Dear Miley. I can’t stop listening to #GetItRight (great song, great message, great body), but maybe you need a quick grammar lesson. One particular line causes concern: “I been laying in this bed all night long.” Miley, technically speaking, you’ve been LYING, not LAYING, an irregular verb form that should only be used when there’s an object, i.e. “I been laying my tired booty on this bed all night long.” Whatever. I’m not the best lyricist, but you know what I mean. #Get It Right The Next Time. But don’t worry, even Faulkner messed it up. We all make mistakes, and surely this isn’t your worst misdemeanor. But also, Miley, did you know the tense here is also totally wrong. Surely you’ve heard of Present Perfect Continuous Tense (I HAVE BEEN LYING in this bed all night long [hopefully getting some beauty sleep?]). It’s a weird, equivocal, almost purgatorial tense, not quite present, not quite past, not quite here, not quite there. Somewhere in between. I feel that way all the time. It kind of sucks. But I have a feeling your “present perfect continuous” involves a lot more excitement than mine. Anyway, doesn’t that also sum up your career right now? Present. Perfect. Continuous. And Tense. Intense? Girl, you work it like Mike Tyson. Miley, I love you because you’re the Queen, grammatically and anatomically speaking. And you’re the hottest cake in the pan. Don’t ever grow old. Live brightly before your fire fades into total darkness. XXOO Sufjan

thesufjanstevensmodel5000:

Dear Miley. I can’t stop listening to #GetItRight (great song, great message, great body), but maybe you need a quick grammar lesson. One particular line causes concern: “I been laying in this bed all night long.” Miley, technically speaking, you’ve been LYING, not LAYING, an irregular verb form that should only be used when there’s an object, i.e. “I been laying my tired booty on this bed all night long.” Whatever. I’m not the best lyricist, but you know what I mean. #Get It Right The Next Time. But don’t worry, even Faulkner messed it up. We all make mistakes, and surely this isn’t your worst misdemeanor. But also, Miley, did you know the tense here is also totally wrong. Surely you’ve heard of Present Perfect Continuous Tense (I HAVE BEEN LYING in this bed all night long [hopefully getting some beauty sleep?]). It’s a weird, equivocal, almost purgatorial tense, not quite present, not quite past, not quite here, not quite there. Somewhere in between. I feel that way all the time. It kind of sucks. But I have a feeling your “present perfect continuous” involves a lot more excitement than mine. Anyway, doesn’t that also sum up your career right now? Present. Perfect. Continuous. And Tense. Intense? Girl, you work it like Mike Tyson. Miley, I love you because you’re the Queen, grammatically and anatomically speaking. And you’re the hottest cake in the pan. Don’t ever grow old. Live brightly before your fire fades into total darkness. XXOO Sufjan