Monday, December 14, 2009

Riders on the Russian Night Train

The city forms-- often physically, but inevitably psychically--a circle.
A Game. A ring of death with sex at its center. Drive toward outskirts of city suburbs. At the edge discover zones of sophisticated vice and boredom, child prostitution. But in the grimy ring immediately surrounding the daylight business district exists the only real crowd life of our mound, the only street life, night life. Diseased specimens in dollar hotels, low boarding houses, bars, pawn shops, burlesques and brothels, in dying arcades which never die, in streets and streets of all-night cinemas.
Jim Morrison from Notes on Vision

photo by Weegee

"We must take part in the whole misery that is to come; nothing can more movingly express the social commitment of the artist, his understanding of a brutal present and worse future. For the first time the stability of the imperial and capitalist system was being called into question. The ravages of war and depression, the corruption of values, the mood of defeatism and alienation--these constituted the matrix within which the new arts germinated.
Amos Vogel: Film as a Subversive Art

"You may enjoy life from afar. You may look at things but not taste them.
You my caress the mother only with the eyes." Jim Morrison, Notes on Vision

Ingmar Bergman's Persona

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