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METROPOLIS
Every bleak exciting city
emerging monochrome from the mist
owes a little debt
to Metropolis
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The Purpose of this Blog...
Originally, it was "To watch all the important films in World Cinema and write something intelligent in response."
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Originally, it was "To watch all the important films in World Cinema and write something intelligent in response."
It was an ambitious goal, and I was making some progress. I have slowed down considerably. This is still meant to be a blog of poetry about film. I may add some trivia or prose. I just added a poem about a cable series. It is an evolving project.
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Showing posts with label silent film. Show all posts
Showing posts with label silent film. Show all posts
Thursday, July 8, 2010
Wednesday, July 22, 2009
College (1927)
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COLLEGE (1927)
The brilliance of Buster Keaton
in this role
is making complete failure
at absolutely everything
look like only slight
exaggeration
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COLLEGE (1927)
The brilliance of Buster Keaton
in this role
is making complete failure
at absolutely everything
look like only slight
exaggeration
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Labels:
Buster Keaton,
poetry about film,
silent film
Friday, July 17, 2009
Wedlock House: An Intercourse (1959); short; director Stan Brakhage
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Wedlock House: An Intercourse (1959)
Since seeing this film
it strobes in a private
fold in the crevices of my brain;
a sexy scary and
almost nauseous depiction
of intimacy and forces
bigger than shadows darting and
coffee cups lifting
in throbbing repetition
to lips and the
silent in and out of everyday
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Entire film can be viewed here:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6YkOBLj9NYY&feature=PlayList&p=5175804071EF730C&playnext=1&playnext_from=PL&index=36
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Wedlock House: An Intercourse (1959)
Since seeing this film
it strobes in a private
fold in the crevices of my brain;
a sexy scary and
almost nauseous depiction
of intimacy and forces
bigger than shadows darting and
coffee cups lifting
in throbbing repetition
to lips and the
silent in and out of everyday
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Entire film can be viewed here:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6YkOBLj9NYY&feature=PlayList&p=5175804071EF730C&playnext=1&playnext_from=PL&index=36
Thursday, May 14, 2009
Early innovation in camera movement
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The Last Laugh (1924)
Mocking laughter and ironic laughter
are soundlessly the same
in this film where nothing is spoken and
nothing need be said to make it better; it's all
in the motion--of the camera! whose famous fluidity
gave birth to cinematic innovation
in 1924, in Germany, the lens
gave birth to cinematic innovation
in 1924, in Germany, the lens
of F. W. Mirnau is unchained, to fall
down as a man's dignity is dashed, and then
to swoop up again as he becomes
the most unlikely Master of the Universe
down as a man's dignity is dashed, and then
to swoop up again as he becomes
the most unlikely Master of the Universe
and only the night watchman gives a damn
in this important silent gem.
in this important silent gem.
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Labels:
cinema. poetry,
F.W. Mirnau,
film,
movies,
silent film
The Cult of Joan. Saint or witch?
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La Passion de Jeanne d'Arc (1928)
God works
in silence.
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