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altri-menti · 5 months
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schismusic · 4 months
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Æon Flux and the end of all things
I don't remember the first time I heard of Æon Flux but I sure as hell remember the first time I watched it, and it wasn't too long ago which would technically not warrant the level of obsession I have for that shit, but here we are anyway.
I was knocked the fuck out on painkillers, two of my wisdom teeth freshly removed, not even remotely worried about the exam that I had coming up in like two days from then. So I was barely moving away from my swivel chair and sleeping on a whole ass armored pillow to prevent from tossing and turning and shit felt so surreal to me. It was like the eating chair from the last Cronenberg movie. So I delved into Æon Flux essentially blind and bingewatched the shit out of it. Twice. Ended up downloading the whole thing from some sketchy ass 1080p remastered torrent, rewatched it again, and spread it around personally in a more cauterized Google Drive folder (so if you guys got a nasty ass virtual STD from it, my bad I guess), not even a month after watching the series. Shit was fucked, in short, and every rewatch just fueled this obsession even further.
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(image taken from Episode 1, Season 1)
One thing about me: when I obsess over stuff I want to draw something at the very least inspired by it. Happens to me a lot with Autechre, who are actually one of maybe three bands I would not hesitate to call my favourite based on an absolutely objective principle which is absolutely not up for discussion and which might be the object of a future post at this point. But the point is fucking Æon Flux is essentially impossible to replicate because Peter Chung's character designs are so recognizable that you start seeing them in literally every other movie that came out in the late '90s/early 2000s - and for reference, Æon Flux was brought to an end in 1995. Consequently, all attempts at drawing Æon Flux-inspired stuff end up either feeling very derivative or looking like fucking trash. Artistry is a weird thing because sometimes it inspires other people, other times it just inspires man-slaughtering rage.
Somewhat many of my friends are or have at one point tried to be accomplished visual artists. Some have made it to professional/teaching level, some others have an art school diploma or degree - and I'll be using this space to shout out @coto-letta aka V., who has recently rejoined Tumblr after years of absence. We met on here, when her handle was much different, and I mistook her for an ex of mine (whom, surprisingly, we are still on relatively good - if quiet - terms with) so I slid into her DMs as you do, and she was like "yeah actually I have no clue who the fuck you are I just think your blog is neat and dropped a follow" which was quite a fundamental moment in understanding that while my life was written like a dodgy soap-opera, that didn't mean I was the centre of the entire world. Anyway, the reason I'm shouting her out is because sometimes something deeper and older than you remember has a way of finding you again when you least expect it and that's what happened when in January 2023 (after V. had left Tumblr for at that point about two years and we had exchanged Instagram accounts) I somehow ended up on her Insta and found out she had been tagged in a picture taken somewhere that looked suspiciously like my university's conference hall and I could not fucking believe she was in my city. I slid into her DMs again, as you do, and found out that no, that wasn't my uni's aula magna, but yes, she was in fact relocating in my city for her master's. So we met up after maybe seven years of on-and-off Internet friendship. It's a neat story, sure, but how the fuck do we tie it into Æon Flux?
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(image taken from Episode 3, Season 2: Leisure)
Not trying to be overly dramatic here, but Æon Flux to me is just about a condensation of everything that "art" can mean. Not just visual flare or style, not just deep meaning or interesting ways of putting across one or more questions and never a definitive answer to any of them (more often than not, it's sets of possible answers - usually two, neither of which ends up covering the whole array of possibilities, both of which actually leave a lot to be desired in a number of different ways), not just this insane fucking music that toys with everything you expect from animation courtesy of Drew Neumann who may just rank as one of the best soundtrack artists ever in virtue of this single work. It's the whole package. You would think it'd work taken in pieces, and it does, no objection to that: but it works even better as a whole package. If the moral questioning (and the philosophical musings of season 3, which is unjustly underrated because "it's too normal" by hipster wannabe critic dilettantes who like to think that they could do better than that. Everybody else on the other hand is generally able to stop pull their head out their own ass and recognize, at the very least, the excellent craftsmanship and talent that went into the ten long episodes) wasn't accompanied by the weird fetishistic sex it'd be somewhat less impactful, almost like a cauterized Tenshi no tamago made into a series for mainstream late-night TV audiences. The twist was that MTV's executives, at the time, "didn't understand [the double entendres], they didn't even notice them. So, we were okay", in producer Japhet Asher's own words in the short documentary Investigation: The History of Æon Flux. The network was, in fact, trying to break into the mainstream - they simply couldn't keep their creatives at bay. No wonder they turned to Jersey Shore as they went along.
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(image taken from Episode 5, Season 3: The Demiurge)
Even just the main characters' purported edginess, clearly something "of its time", is never played entirely straight. Both leads are way too complex, and very clearly presented as such, to be just summed up by "Æon Flux is an anarchist/Trevor Goodchild is a dictator". Both of which are true, by the way, they're just one part of a full picture. Even within the context of its necessary linearity - this is still an animated short and as such moves only in one direction, even though a number of episodes (specifically Mirror and Chronophasia) deliberately fuck with the viewer's perception of times on varying degrees of diegesis and extradiegesis - the series could be perceived as, indeed, a sandbox: consequently, the viewer could set sail and explore it. This is further encouraged by the series's active weirdness to whoever would want to try and make sense of the world's story. There is no history, there is just the story at hand: an eternal present which you can't understand ("un eterno presente che capire non sai": Ferretti knew his shit, regardless of how it went after CCCP) and which Æon and Trevor are not interested in even trying to contextualize. Not a surprise then that they'd be into each other: their closeness in body and heart doesn't exist at the mind's level, and the whole thing falls apart miserably every time it looks like they could be finally let their weapons down. But as Æon completely understands, and as Trevor seems to actively try to ignore, the fight is already the whole point: star-cross'd as they may be, the entire act of playfully hunting each other for sport both in the bedroom and on the battlefield is what Trevor Goodchild and Æon Flux thrive on. Trevor wants stability but an Æon who doesn't fight back is simply not Æon; Æon does not want the stability, but she definitely likes Trevor to an extent and finds more in common with him that she would probably be willing to admit (I would like to thank Tumblr user @brw on thons very good analysis of the episode A Last Time for Everything, which heavily inspired this section of the post!). In short: if Trevor seems to embody Pier Paolo Pasolini's idea that "there is nothing more anarchistic than power" ("non c'è nulla di più anarchico del potere") then Æon flips the statement on its head: "there is nothing more powerful than anarchism". That is, of course, until we once again confront my signature ad-hoc elephant in the room that this statement just summoned.
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(Image taken from Episode 1, Season 1)
No spoilers intended, but if you so much as google the name of the series you will easily find out that Æon Flux dies a whole lot throughout the series*. Season 1 and all the shorts from season 2 end with her dying ungrateful deaths and a couple of the long episodes leave much to be desired in the way of positive closure, with Ether Drift Theory representing a peak in bleakness for season 3. Most of the shorts where Æon dies imply that either absolutely nothing changes in the world around when she's lost or that Trevor Goodchild literally just succeeds in all of his goals (see Season 1's finale), and one could make a case that even if she did carry her missions through there would be absolutely nothing to show for it: somebody goes up the chain of power, everything is restored, there is one more tyrant to murder. Not to be that one guy who quotes Nietzsche about everything, but the eternal recurrence of the same is the first thing that comes to mind when watching Æon Flux, especially exemplified and even literalized by the episode War, possibly the best of the short ones: it's the same fucking story four times over a five-minute run time and nothing ever gets better for anyone. The body count in the episode is unquantifiably large - every one of the fallen a potential new Æon Flux or Trevor Goodchild. But this, in a way, implies that Æon keeps being reborn, and one could argue that the act of capturing a fly with her venus-fly-trap eye could simply be her coming back to life, as it were; stopping the most evident sign of decay, turning her eyes outward yet again, to face the eternal return of the same again and again and again…
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(Image taken from Episode 8, Season 3: Ether Drift Theory)
You can find Æon Flux for free on the Internet Archive.
*as I was discussing the final draft of this post with my friend @oldshittydog we had a pretty interesting discussion which I thought should be added here for an even clearer, fuller picture:
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Sezionatori d'anime giocano con il bisturi
Maggioranze boriose cercano furbi e stupidi
Sobillano i malvagi, aizzano i violenti
E gli invidiosi indispongono
Intanto Paolo VI non c'è più
È morto Berlinguer, qualcuno ha l'AIDS
Qualcuno il PRE, qualcuno è POST
Senza essere mai stato niente
Niente!
Cerco le qualità che non rendono
In questa razza umana che adora gli orologi
E non conosce il tempo
Cerco le qualità che non valgono in questa età di mezzo
Ha conati di vomito la terra
E si stravolge il cielo con le stelle
E non c'è modo di fuggire
E non c'è modo di fuggire mai, mai
Svegliami, svegliami, svegliami
Io sono perso, sono confuso
Tu fammi posto, allarga le braccia
Dedicami la tua notte, la notte successiva
E un'altra ancora
Dedicami i tuoi giorni, dedicami le tue notti
Oggi, domani, ancora
Stringimi forte, coprimi, avvolgimi
Di caldo fiato, scaldami di saliva, rinfrescami
Vorrei morire ora
Intanto Paolo VI non c'è più
È morto Berlinguer, qualcuno ha l'AIDS
Qualcuno il PRE, qualcuno è POST
Senza essere mai stato niente
E trema e vomita la terra
Si capovolge il cielo con le stelle
E non c'è modo di fuggire
E non c'è modo di fuggire mai, mai
Svegliami, svegliami, svegliami
Vieni, vieni, vieni
Vieni, vieni, vieni
E trema e vomita la terra
Si capovolge il cielo con le stelle
E trema e vomita la terra
E trema e vomita la terra
Si capovolge il cielo con le stelle
Trema e vomita la terra
Trema e vomita la terra
Trema e vomita la terra
Arde di sete e vomita la terra
Arde di sete e vomita la terra
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clacclo · 5 months
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CCCP Annarella Live - Gran Galà Punkettone - 22/10/2023
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kittesencula · 2 years
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parolerandagie · 1 year
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ora adesso
E non si vive di solo pane soprattuto dove nessuno muore di fame. L’intrattenimento si impone come necessità, collante sociale. Già sperimentato in versione primitiva e sanguinaria nelle arene imperiali dell’Urbe, panem et circenses, è riproposto oggi, nell’Orbe, in modalità tecnologica: massificato nell’offerta, personalizzato nella ricezione, goduto individualmente, simbolo e sostanza di una nuova cittadinanza globale. Il suo imporsi ha impresso una accelerazione ed un potenziamento, inimmaginabile a priori, a tutto ciò che conosciamo e siamo. Gli effetti li scopriremo poi.
- Tratto da ‘’òra’’ di Giovanni Lindo Ferretti, Compagnia editoriale Aliberti 
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toscanoirriverente · 2 years
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swingtoscano · 2 years
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"Il 9 settembre 1953 nasce Giovanni Lindo Ferretti"
Nei borghi, sui monti, dispiace dirlo tra tanto dolore intorno, sembra il paradiso terrestre ma è come se l’angelo stesse già posizionato sulla porta.
La spada non l’ha ancora sguainata.
Sono giornate di una dolcezza allibita, d’improvviso una tristezza con connotazioni cosmiche le avviluppa, prepotente l’inquietudine s’addensa e manca l’aria qualcosa non torna, lo sentono gli animali, lo sento anch’io.
Il tempo non gioca a nostro favore – la bellezza, pur indispensabile, non ci salverà – in questo spazio in cui fluttuiamo come pulviscolo. Malattia morte dolore sono la normalità del vivere ma c’è molto altro: c’è bellezza, gioia, amore, c’è qualcosa che chiamiamo poesia e a volte ridiamo di cuore e ci abbracciamo.
Mi innervosiscono consolazioni da poco, parole inutili, considerazioni ovvie o idiote. Nel caso necessito di parole antiche, un certo distacco, sacralità dei gesti e nel dire.
Che il bene sia con noi è tutto ciò che ci possiamo augurare"
Giovanni Lindo Ferretti
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Spermi spermi spermi indifferenti, tu non mi sei indifferente tu mi spermi
Io attendo allucinato la situazione estrema Un grande sogno nitido chiedendo alla tua pelle Con dita di barbiere un'amorosa quiete un'amorosa quiete Sfiorarti come a caso con aria imbarazzata Atmosfera pesante elogio alla tensione Tranquillità assoluta tranquillità assoluta tranquillità assoluta
Un rapimento un'estasi Su un punto delicato questa non è una replica Facile e leggera non è una mossa tattica Mi ami? Mi ami? Mi ami? L'affinità elettiva è orfana di futuro Disturba i progetti rapisce la quiete Svela i conti in sospeso Accarezzati in sogno in un tempo spezzato che gira rigira Ritorna all'inizio non vuole finire Mi ami? Mi ami? Mi ami? Smettila di parlare avvicinati un po' Smettila di parlare avvicinati un po' Smettila di parlare avvicinati un po' Smettila di parlare, avvicinati un po'!
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vinylfirst · 26 days
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Qui la terra è pesante
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sandboy · 2 months
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cccp.
non ho letto molto, ma a quanto pare stanno tutti parlando del concerto dei cccp a berlino. concerto dei cccp a cui andrei di corsa nel caso lo ripetessero qui in italia, va da sé, non foss’altro per vedere gli occhi da pazzo del buon giolindo ferretti che manda a quel paese i fan/atici che mandano a quel paese chicchessia. un’esperienza. c’è da dire comunque che ferretti l’ho visto un paio di…
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