In ‘A Field in England’ a group of disparate, divided Englishmen are eventually united by a middle class intellectual Protestant who blows the face off of the decadent Irish nobleman ‘O’Neill’ who has been torturing and oppressing them with his dark magicks.
The movie was in no way incoherent or meaningless.
It was fucked up ideologically.
Composer, songwriter, folklorist, ethnomusicologist and visual artist
The Holy Mountain’s (1926, dir. Arnold Fanck) “Cathedral of Ice” (via)
The 50 ft. tall cathedral was constructed from ice painstakingly shaped for months on an armature of metal pipes. +
Kudos to the Phillipina, Indonesian, Cambodian and Thai ladies who promise some over 50 western moron that you will marry them, but they just need that little bit more money to pay for the wedding/it would be lucky to marry in 2017, please wait til then/just please support me for a year while I take care of my dying g-ma.
I’ve met these idiots and they deserve to be ripped off…Sucker born every minute.
'She's beautiful! Want to see her picture? Yeah we met once….'
Wow…conversation over lunch with a co-worker as he went on and about how professional Blackwater are and his failed attempts to join the CIA in the wake of his anger at 9-11(foiled by his ex-wife’s attempt to get more alimony). ????????????
Lie still, sleep becalmed, sufferer with the wound
In the throat, burning and turning. All night afloat
On the silent sea we have heard the sound
That came from the wound wrapped in the salt sheet.
Under the mile off moon we trembled listening
To the sea sound flowing like blood from the loud wound
And when the salt sheet broke in a storm of singing
The voices of all the drowned swam on the wind.
Open a pathway through the slow sad sail,
Throw wide to the wind the gates of the wandering boat
For my voyage to begin to the end of my wound,
We heard the sea sound sing, we saw the salt sheet tell.
Lie still, sleep becalmed, hide the mouth in the throat,
Or we shall obey, and ride with you through the drowned.
they remind me so much of Tarkovsky’s films
Sara Carter (banjo) and her cousin Maybelle (auto harp), ca. 1919, about eight years before the first recordings of the Carter Family.