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diioonysus · 4 months
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sleep + art
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soupy-sez · 10 months
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Wham! London, 1983, © Anton Corbijn
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tinyicis · 4 months
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Catpawsers
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filmswithoutfaces · 1 year
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Great Freedom (Große Freiheit) 2022 | dir. Sebastian Meise
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nelson-riddle-me-this · 9 months
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George Michael understands
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gasparodasalo · 1 month
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Georg Anton Benda (1722-95) - Piano Sonata No. 9 in a-minor, I. Allegro. Performed by Jacques Ogg, fortepiano.
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-Gaslight (Thorold Dickinson, 1940) -Gaslight (George Cukor, 1944)
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abs0luteb4stard · 8 months
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W A T C H I N G
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empirearchives · 11 months
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Napoleon being pretty and majestic during the War of the 5th Coalition. I like the guy behind him looking annoyed like he just got woken up from a nap.
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uwmspeccoll · 8 months
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A Red-Flourish Feathursday
Today we present a chromolithograph of a male Scarlet Tanager (Piranga olivacea), a male and female Rose-breasted Grosbeak (Pheucticus ludovicianus), and a male and female Eastern Towhee (Pipilo erythrophthalmus) from a painting by German naturalist and artist Anton Goering (1836-1905), reproduced in our 2-volume set of Our Native Birds of Song and Beauty by the late-19th-century director of the Milwaukee Public Museum Henry Nehrling, and published in Milwaukee by George Brumder from 1893-1896.
The Tanager and Grosbeak are currently in the Cardinal family, while the Towhee is a sparrow. All three are fairly common in our neighborhood, but unfortunately, we rarely see them. However, we do hear them, or at least we think we hear them, since the song of the Tanager and Grosbeak are similar, and even worse, they both sound, to our ears, somewhat similar to the very common American Robin, which is an unrelated thrush:
Scarlet Tanager song
Rese-breasted Grosbeak song
American Robin song
Fortunately, the Towhee has a very distinctive call that we find easily recognizable:
Eastern Towhee song
Because German was prominently spoken in Milwaukee through the middle of the 20th century, these birds are also identified in Nehrling's book by their common German names:
Scarlet Tanager = Scharlachtangara
Rose-breasted Grosbeak = Rosenbrüstiger Kernbeisser
Eastern Towhee = Erdfink
View more posts from Nehrling’s Our Native Birds.
View more Feathursday posts.
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anhed-nia · 6 months
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BLOGTOBER 10/13-14/2023: THIRTEEN WOMEN, SVENGALI
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I really loved this. I wonder what the book is like, I might have to read it! Author Tiffany Thayer sounds like a pretty interesting guy as per this collection of provocative reviews on Wikipedia:
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I don't know about you, but that makes me want to read everything he wrote. THIRTEEN WOMEN concerns a circle of grownup sorority sisters who are beset by an anomalous series of murders and suicides. It so happens that all of the women recently received damning horoscopes in the mail from a self-styled New York Swami--but the Swami himself is just a pawn in a greater conspiracy masterminded by Ursula Georgi (Myrna Loy). The master hypnotist has a bone to pick with these smug society ladies, which I am about to spoil so plug your ears if you'd rather watch the movie first (and you should! It's only an hour long): As a half-Javanese girl "saved" by a missionary who sent her to a western finishing school, Ursula believed the key to her future was to pass for white. Therefore, she's vowed revenge on the racist sorority that rejected her in college, and honestly the revenge she has plotted should have earned her an honorary PhD. It's hard to imagine that either a 1930 novel or a 1932 movie really mean to say "fuck racism" so frankly, but the sharp premise and Myrna Loy's incredible charisma make it hard not to side with the ostensible villain in this picture.
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Some people have remarked that THIRTEEN WOMEN is an early iteration of the slasher movie, with its female ensemble (of sorority babes no less) being picked off one by one. To me it was more reminiscent of the cursed media motif familiar to J-horror. Maybe I'm just saying this because I rewatched RINGU this Blogtober and I was encouraged by the documentarians behind THE J-HORROR VIRUS to consider its influence on SMILE, which I also rewatched, and which I'm realizing I love. The victims in THIRTEEN WOMEN have signed a round robin chain letter, for which they each receive a star chart describing their imminent doom; the power of suggestion takes the place of power tools here, with Ursula's sheer force of will acting as a free-floating contagion that rots the guilty and weak from the inside out. I was reminded of movies like RINGU and JU-ON as much as of Jorg Buttgereit's DER TODESKING, an experimental horror film about a chain letter that causes its recipients to self-destruct. It's fun to think that THIRTEEN WOMEN is a progenitor of movies like BLACK CHRISTMAS, but I see reflections of it elsewhere, too.
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I wound up pairing this with SVENGALI just because they're both hypnosis movies, but that movie turned out to have its own racial tensions. In George du Maurier's foundational 1894 novel Trilby, the evil hypnotist is explicitly Jewish; in Archie Mayo's 1931 adaptation, Svengali is referred to abstractly as "Polish or something", which seems to be a euphemism for a Semitic Eastern European identity. This might not invite such analysis if it weren't for the styling of John Barrymore as a swarthy, rodent-like embodiment of greed. When I say that, it sounds pretty negative, but I'd still insist that SVENGALI is a great movie well worth seeing for its perverse humor, surprising grimness, expressionistic design (courtesy Anton Grot), and unusual horror elements--in addition to Barrymore's unforgettable performance.
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I guess there has been some debate over whether SVENGALI is properly a horror movie, and I refer you to author Tony Burgess who once said that if you have to argue about whether or not something is a horror movie, then it's probably a horror movie. The only causes to argue are if you insist on an extremely narrow definition of horror to guide your personal consumer habits, or if you're squeamish about admitting that you've ever enjoyed or respected anything that falls under the horror umbrella (and I tend to think the latter case is more prevalent). Admittedly, SVENGALI blends comedy, romance, and musical elements such that the viewer is never quite sure how dark things will get until the very end, but I think that anyone should be able to see the horror in the incredible sequence of the eponymous villain sending his disembodied consciousness through the CALIGARI-like city to possess the unwitting Trilby (played by Marian Marsh who must have been the most adorable person alive at the time). A few different visual effects are used to evoke Svengali's power, some of which are still modern-looking and scary, and the film's breezy humor and charm do not promise any particular safety.
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On some level, the aura of antisemitism and xenophobia itself lets us know we're in horrific territory. This is the genre of fears, rational and irrational, where we face whatever society perceives as threatening. Today we're in the midst of a lot of arguments about whether or not "separating the art from the artist" is ever appropriate, with full cancellation of the art AND artist positioned as the only alternative, but both of these options suggest that we must never have to face immorality, ambiguity, or ambivalence in art at all; we're forced to either avoid it or ignore it. This denies us the opportunity to understand what these darker emotions consist of, and understanding is the only way to defang them. Personally, I don't think it's any more helpful to condemn e.g. Dracula or the Wicked Witch of the West for their bigoted elements, than it is to simply pretend those things aren't there at all. SVENGALI provides us with a similar opportunity to confront antisocial phobias, with its troublingly caricaturesque villain and the unavoidable fascination one feels when his hypnotic gaze projects itself at us from the screen. Recommended viewing.
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diioonysus · 22 days
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art + bracelets
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dolorygloria · 1 year
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Great Freedom (Große Freiheit) dir. Sebastian Meise, 2021
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vital-information · 2 years
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[Anton Chekhov] was criticized for this perceived lack of a political or moral stance. Tolstoy’s early assessment: ‘He is full of talent, he undoubtedly has a very good heart, but this far he does not seem to have any very definite attitude toward life.
But this is the quality we love him for now. In a world full of people who seem to know everything, passionately, based on little (often slanted) information, where certainty is often mistaken for power, what a relief it is to be in the company of someone confident enough to stay unsure (that is, perpetually curious).”
George Saunders, A Swim in the Pond in the Rain
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yorgunherakles · 10 months
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keşke insan türüne ait olmak, o dayanılmaz ve sağır edici gürültüyü de beraberinde getirmeseydi; keşke hayvanlar aleminden çıkıp aşılan o birkaç gülünç adımın bedeli, sözcüklerin, büyük tasarıların, büyük atılımların o dinmek bilmeyen hazımsızlığı olmasaydı! karşı karşıya getirilebilen başparmaklara, iki ayak üstündeki duruşa, omuzlar üzerinde başın yarım dönüşüne fazla ağır bir bedel bu.
perec - uyuyan adam
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xothemedia · 2 months
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ATL (2006)
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