I pray before this film. Before the thought of this film I bow my head in reverence. Every time 1984 is read and misunderstood, it is cheapened. Fahrenheit 451 was Truffaut’s best film. It has nothing to do with French or English. It is semantics.
W.K.L. Dickson. Not Henry. I votes in my hole. Wernher von Braun. SS. He was once Nosferatu. At Los Alamos. Now that vampire only exists in Anna Karina’s teeth. She has her father’s eyes.
And then there is Alpha 60…like Tom Waits meets Siri. Sigrid…und set! Beauty. Victory. Logic.
This was three years before HAL 9000 graced screens everywhere…tactfully letting us know what it couldn’t allow. “I’m sorry, Dave. I’m afraid I can’t do that.”
I pray before Alphaville because there used to be poets…Rimbaud, Beethoven, van Gogh. A computer will destroy itself trying to reason through the processes of such an
imbroglio. Why? Because. Write again. And again and again. The palimpsest is still readable with memory.
Thus the crux. Technocracy seeks to control memory. Through elimination. It’s history. Gone with the wind.
But speak a word of Eluard. The Capital of Pain. Sorrow. It comes off as a code of significance and meaning. Perhaps even A.I.-enhanced machines feel as if they are reading R.D. Laing’s Knots.
Planck’s postulate. E=nhv. E=hf? Tarzan versus IBM. Lucifer.
Are not to be found in the book. Ninotchka. Kisses for comrades.
2001. IBM and the Holocaust. Edwin Black. Yeah.
Is it Borges vs. Eluard in a fight to the death? No past. No future. Only the present. Nueva refutación del tiempo. Nueva York.
There is no time. It’s not just of the essence. New York. Lou. Lemmy. Bogart. What did Hume assume? Sentient beings destroy time by obsessing on the past. Memory. E = mc 2 (time would cease to exist). Beginning/middle/end. Not necessarily in that order.
And so Godard ruined Eddie Constantine’s career…and made him immortal. To achieve immortality, and then die. Aspiration in life. Melville.
Siri’s victory over death? No. Cortana. Nefertiticaca. Buxom Bolivia. Looks like Eva Green to me. Perhaps.
Larynx sphinx. Sphinx. Sphinx. Sphinx.
None of this matters. Erase erase erase.
I love you.