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"Listless" is an odd word, isn't it? What's the etymology? I like the idea that one is lacking a list, therefore lacking the focus to do anything.
In any event, that was my mood over the long weekend, although I actually got quite a bit done nevertheless. I worked all three days on my piece for the next Chunga, and I finished a draft. Problem is I still don't really know what the piece is about or what I'm trying to accomplish with it. I'm attempting to take the attitude that it is a process of discovery rather than a lack of anything interesting to say. It needs more work, but I hope not too much more, lazy bugger that I am.
The soggy weather was one reason for the lack of list, so I didn't get to work in the garden as much as I wanted to, although I did manage to mow the lawn in the rain. However, I've been meaning to mention that I recently bought a plant mostly for its name: bloody dock. It's actually a very pretty plant, which, I've just discovered from Jessica Amanda Salmonson's page on it, is edible. Hm. The nursery didn't say anything about that and treated it as an ornamental.
I watched Mamoru Oshii's anime Angel's Egg (Tenshi no tamago, 1985) twice over the weekend. It really is as strange as its reputation -- surrealist or symbolist, nearly wordless, non-narrative or at least non-linear narrative. Here's a good description I found at that link: 'Told with minimal dialogue and maximum Christian imagery, Angel's Egg shows a little girl living out her life in a gloomy, gothic, abandoned city. After she symbolically gives birth to the titular egg, she meets a Christ-like figure (complete with cross) who accompanies her to an ending that is beautiful, transcendental, and entirely depressing.' I found it kind of annoying the first time, less so the second time. There's one "speech" that seemed like the worst kind of pseudo-philosophical posturing (you know, like maybe we're all somebody else's memory, whoa), and the artwork is kind of a mixed bag. It's redolent of the Euro-comics style of Heavy Metal (the magazine), for better and worse. Still, there's something compelling about the imagery and the sense of dream logic it captures and the questions it raises. Why are the fish shadows of coelacanths? Why is the bird skeleton of an archaeopteryx?
And that's my little list of what I did this weekend. Sort of. I left out some interesting communications and a couple of whiskey sours.
In any event, that was my mood over the long weekend, although I actually got quite a bit done nevertheless. I worked all three days on my piece for the next Chunga, and I finished a draft. Problem is I still don't really know what the piece is about or what I'm trying to accomplish with it. I'm attempting to take the attitude that it is a process of discovery rather than a lack of anything interesting to say. It needs more work, but I hope not too much more, lazy bugger that I am.
The soggy weather was one reason for the lack of list, so I didn't get to work in the garden as much as I wanted to, although I did manage to mow the lawn in the rain. However, I've been meaning to mention that I recently bought a plant mostly for its name: bloody dock. It's actually a very pretty plant, which, I've just discovered from Jessica Amanda Salmonson's page on it, is edible. Hm. The nursery didn't say anything about that and treated it as an ornamental.
I watched Mamoru Oshii's anime Angel's Egg (Tenshi no tamago, 1985) twice over the weekend. It really is as strange as its reputation -- surrealist or symbolist, nearly wordless, non-narrative or at least non-linear narrative. Here's a good description I found at that link: 'Told with minimal dialogue and maximum Christian imagery, Angel's Egg shows a little girl living out her life in a gloomy, gothic, abandoned city. After she symbolically gives birth to the titular egg, she meets a Christ-like figure (complete with cross) who accompanies her to an ending that is beautiful, transcendental, and entirely depressing.' I found it kind of annoying the first time, less so the second time. There's one "speech" that seemed like the worst kind of pseudo-philosophical posturing (you know, like maybe we're all somebody else's memory, whoa), and the artwork is kind of a mixed bag. It's redolent of the Euro-comics style of Heavy Metal (the magazine), for better and worse. Still, there's something compelling about the imagery and the sense of dream logic it captures and the questions it raises. Why are the fish shadows of coelacanths? Why is the bird skeleton of an archaeopteryx?
And that's my little list of what I did this weekend. Sort of. I left out some interesting communications and a couple of whiskey sours.
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Date: 2010-06-01 10:14 pm (UTC)