"Svensk film behöver mer pengar!", bla bla
...ja, ni vet - det där gamla tjatet man hör hela tiden från alla dom där filmarna som inte har en aning hur dom ska få publik till sina filmer. Den här gamla bilden brukar dyka upp för mitt inre öga när jag hör det där: Victor Sjöström regisserar det episka dramat "Terje Vigen" 1916 med sig själv i titelrollen. Han balanserar barfota på en hal skärgårdsklippa tillsammans med fotografen Julius Jaenzon. Bakom Victor ar man på nåt sätt lyckats stadga upp en liten mast med segel så att bilden ska föreställa Terje Vigen på sin båt med havsvattnets stänkande kring honom. Notera assistenten med en vattenhink som i rörelseoskärpa är på väg att tömma sitt innehåll över regissören. Det här var långt innan något SFI.
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The Miser. The Beuarocrat. The Administrator.
The Spirit of Creativity comes and goes As It Pleases, like a butterfly...It graces (Chooses) those who understand its nature and respect the honor of its Visit without trying to Capture it...By Pinning its wings down in small velvet boxes.
God as Man, Metephorically is Hamlet, The Prince.
God in Man, Van Gogh, The Creator. The Iconoclast.
The one, a Father. The other a Son.
There is a distinction between Information and Knowledge. Pidgeons and Eagles. Eagles and Vultures.
And finding the Snake is simple. Its just to ask, Who is green with Envy and lacks a Spine?
The opposite of Fact is not Fiction, it is Faith.
The Mystic is intrested in Transending the Material and views it as a medium to Signify through.
He is an Author not a Speller. Speaking in the language of riddles and paradox. Silence and interval.
God is a Poet not an Accountant.
The last thing Sweden needs is more:
Beaurocracy.
Paper Work.
Concensus.
Conformists.
I don't agree God is a poet. I think he is chaos. Poetry is in the eye of the beholder.
What gets me with the Bosch sketch is the really weird 3D effect of death in the doorway. That creeps me out. It's like an intense piece of the picture that is almost alive.
I love "My Best Fiend".