There was something so moving about how they would recede. The figures would waver in the vaguely human-shaped but more-than-human, larger-than-human, portals in the heights of the dome to take their fill. I would watch them come forth, lean out, gape. Their faces in gray distance visible as tiny, skin-colored moons set above the hues […]
The Entrance of the Artists
Being in Public in Los Angeles
I am in Los Angeles, hiding from winter and rethinking my life. Or maybe I am rethinking winter and hiding from my life. I have been coming back to this city for twenty years, its ugly beauty beckoning. It is a cliché in conversations with displaced New Yorkers – Los Angeles is wonderful, but lonely. […]
Faithful Interpretations of Wong Kar-Wai’s In The Mood for Love
1. CHOW Did someone enter my room? LANDLORD No. CHOW No? I have lost something. LANDLORD What have you lost? Chow Mo-wan and his colleague Zhou Bing at a restaurant. CHOW   ZHOU CHOW   ZHOU CHOW ZHOU   CHOW In the past, the […]
DISINTEGRATION F_ACE
DISINTEGRATION F_ACE
All revolutionary movements create their own ways of [facing]. —Sheila Rowbotham A face is made up. The end. + A face begins in reverse. A face equals an approximate half-second. A face looks to be ever on the edge of death, ha. A face met repeatedly reforms itself into visual static. The face composed […]
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