This is the most beautiful film I’ve ever seen.
16 ways to say potato.
Eclipses Ira Gershwin by 14.
George and Ira.
Grace and Virginia.
Poto and Cabengo.
Godard and Gorin.
That time has forgotten the most beautiful girls ever.
Wild and free.
The playful sounds of Poto and Cabengo.
Maybe there’s no finding them.
And that’s the message.
That they disappeared like their ephemeral language.
But I want to know.
What happened to the most beautiful girls ever?
We want to capture the past.
We can’t let it get away.
Because we are so moved by the images and the sounds.
What if I lost my language?
This language I have worked so hard to develop.
Science would call me a sophist.
Stylometry might have something to say about how developed my idiom is.
I cannot tell you, people, how much this movie moved me.
Napoleon Dynamite is like Shaft in comparison to the realness herein.
I can’t possibly be the first to that pun.
But we wonder:
who will be the first blogger to win a Nobel in literature?
[surely not me]
Putting aside the auto-response for a moment…
Because it is bound to happen.
Writer started as blogger and progressed to…what.
Folio. Quarto. Octavo.
1 patata 2 petata 3 pitata 4
5 potata 6 putata 7 pateta more
Abandoned in your own home.
The wild child and her double.
Theater of cruaute. Crunchy crouton vegetables 🙂
And the zoo!
The San Diego Zoo. So that you can love your city. San Antonio.
“People say we got it made/Don’t they know we’re so afraid?”
…think we don’t know what staccato means. Shit…
It’s our secret language.
As if the Navajo code talkers had dwindled down to two.
Pound would write a much more erudite version of this.
So much so that it was completely unintelligible. And brilliant.
Have I mentioned Jean-Pierre Gorin?
Because he’s a genius.
The only collaborator through whom Godard’s name was subsumed.
Their language became strictly verboten.
They weren’t sent back into the forest.
We welcomed them. To mop floors at a McDonald’s.
And work on an assembly line.
And I love them.
Because that’s what America sends its geniuses to do.
Wipe up fast-food fry grease. And God knows what kind of menial work.
There are no more worthy stars in the history of film than
Grace and Virginia (“Ginny”) Kennedy.
Beauty is forever.