I’m so scared of life.
So scared of death.
And everything in between.
And so I thank the God of all religions.
My God. Whom I do not own. Not mine alone.
Once, an old lady in a corner taught me how to pronounce Søren Kierkegaard. [Kierka Gourd]
And I delivered a speech of mere seconds…in Denmark…extolling Ordet.
And now we have come full circle.
What was living has died.
And in the spark of a moment is alive again.
That is the miracle of cinema which the auteur theorists captured.
It’s not just the story. It’s how you tell it.
That spark of manipulating the mystery…the seventh art…cinema…that is authorship.
The breath of life.
Anything can happen in the movies.
Everything is possible.
The mutants receive new life from David Byrne and Luaka Bop captures a situation à la Yves Klein.
Johannes will often spout out nonsense. Seemingly. The insanity of religion.
But few times has the essence of faith been so lovingly portrayed as here.
Certainly Francesco, giullare di Dio. Rossellini. Five years previous.
Yes, the jester of God.
I am here for you. For that very purpose. My sermon. Amen.
Now that we finally have a Pope who espouses omnism.
And there are those who would call him antichrist.
Be like Peter. Peter Peterson. Reread the words of Jesus.
It’s all a bunch of unimportant bollocks over which we are arguing.
And meanwhile propaganda puts truth at the service of falsehood.
But I’m just a messed up kid.
I’ve studied too much.
Especially insofar as thinking I can change anything whatsoever.
What faith! What insanity!!
I merely have the heart of Mikkel. The doubter.
And I grow into the form of Morten. The pessimist.
But what about that magic?
That electric guitar with a lightening flash? Perfectly synchronized.
Those behind-the-scenes meanderings of God. A humble god. Not drawing too much attention.
Yes, that is the sentiment of Inger (Birgitte Federspiel).
Everything we have ever loved.
Taken from us.
And all the while Preben Lerdorff Rye wanders around as if in a trance.
Exactly like Nicolas de Gunzberg in Vampyr.
Exactly like Falconetti in La Passion de Jeanne d’Arc.
And exactly like the mad saints who penned the great maniacal books.
The Gospel of John (Johannes). The Word. Ordet.
And the Book of Revelation. Dangerous plaything of the lonely.
Harmless psychedelia taken literally.
So obviously a bad trip. And what a perfect exclamation of fear to finalize the canon.
And how ironic that the futurists have never heard of Giacomo Balla or Carlo Carrà or even Marinetti himself.
Yes. Not at all ironic.
Dialectic. Socratic method. Devil’s advocate.
Unity of opposites. Heraclitus. Logos.
I say, my good man… The more things change, the more they stay the same.
Is the auto-antonym flammable or inflammable? Make up your mind!
And cleave TO or diverge like cleavage (literally)?
Which is to say, “defined by its opposite”.
You’ll end up hating algebra (wink wink).
with black pieces, mind you:
“1.e4 e5 2.f4 Bc5 3.Nf3 d6 4.c3 Bg4 5.Bc4 Nd7 6.h3 Bxf3 7.Qxf3 Qe7 8.a4 a6 9.b4 Ba7 10.Na3 Ngf6 11.f5 c6 12.d3 h6 13.Nc2 Rd8 14.Be3 Bb8 15.O-O Nh7 16.Qg4 Qf8 17.h4 Ndf6 18.Qf3 Qe7 19.g4 d5 20.Bc5 Bd6 21.Bxd6 Qxd6 22.Bb3 O-O 23.Rad1 g5 24.Ne3 Kg7 25.h5 Rfe8 26.Rf2 Nf8 27.Rb2 b5 28.Ra2 d4 29.axb5 axb5 30.Nc2 Ra8 31.Rxa8 Rxa8 32.cxd4 exd4 33.Kg2 N8d7 34.Qf2 Nxg4 35.Qxd4+ Qxd4 36.Nxd4 Ne3+ 37.Kf3 Nxd1 38.Bxd1 Ne5+ 39.Ke3 Ra1 40.Be2 Rb1 41.Nf3 Nxf3 42.Bxf3 Rxb4 43.e5 c5 44.Bc6 Rb1 45.Ke4 b4 46.Kd5 b3 47.Kd6 b2 48.Ke7 Re1 49.f6+ Kg8 50.Be4 Rxe4 51.dxe4 b1=Q 52.Kd6 Qxe4 0–1”
Will easily lead you to a rather insignificant Rousseau.
A social contract for the turnstiles.
“the things that you’re liable/to read in the Bible”
And yet the tearstains remain on my glasses…
Like a day at the beach.
I pray this that and the uttering.
If it be possible.