21.3.12
14.3.12
"Every breaking away from the conventional, dead, official cinema is a healthy sign. We need less perfect but more free films. If only our younger film makers – I have no hopes for the old generation – would really break loose, completely loose, out of themselves, wildly, anarchically! There is no other way to break the frozen cinematic conventions than through a complete derangement of the official cinematic senses."
8.3.12
"Cada plano isolado vale por um filme, é um filme. Foi assim que a história do cinema começou. Lumière: O almoço do bebê é uma cena simples, a mulher e a criança; por trás, as folhas das árvores se movem. Existe um equilíbrio entre os galhos que se movem e a historinha em primeiro plano. Este equilíbrio é o melhor de tudo. Cada parte da imagem vive, independentemente, e isto é bom de ver. A indústria do cinema procura exatamente eliminar este equilíbrio. Se você elimina a historinha contada num filme convencional, as imagens se tornam absurdas, sem vida. Se você elimina a historinha de qualquer de meus filmes, ou a historinha contada num filme de Dovjenko, ou nos filmes de vários outros como nós, restará sempre um jardim de imagens. E, tal como num jardim as imagens não precisam formar um conceito claro. Você nem precisa entendê-las, basta fazer o que se faz num jardim: caminhar, caminhar entre elas"
6.3.12
4.3.12
"I suppose I give as much as I want to give. I decide immediately if I like a person and if I do, then I'm myself, and if I don't, then I give nothing. (...) But people do have completely the wrong idea about me, almost the opposite, in fact. And I'm quite happy for it to be like that. Do I want loads of people to know who I am? I'd much rather they didn't have a clue."
27.2.12
14.2.12
"Many is the mirage I chased. Always I was overreaching myself. The oftener I touched reality, the harder I bounced back to the world of illusion, which is the name for everyday life. 'Experience! More experience!' I clamored. In a frantic effort to arrive at some kind of order, some tentative working program, I would sit down quietly now and then and spend long, long hours mapping out a plan of procedure. Plans, such as architects and engineers sweat over, were never my forte. But I could always visualize my dreams in a cosmogonic pattern. Though I could never formulate a plot I could balance and weigh opposing forces, characters, situations, events, distribute them in a sort of heavenly lay-out, always with plenty of space between, always with the certitude that there is no end, only worlds within worlds ad infinitum, and that wherever one left off one had created a world, a world finite, total, complete."
31.1.12
24.1.12
3.1.12
2.1.12
19.12.11
17.12.11
"Religion comes from the period of human prehistory where nobody — not even the mighty Democritus who concluded that all matter was made from atoms — had the smallest idea of what was going on. It comes from the bawling and fearful infancy of our species, and is a babyish attempt to meet our inescapable demand for knowledge (...)"
14.12.11
13.12.11
11.12.11
7.12.11
6.12.11
"(...) The intervention of the camera necessarily distorts and alters human behaviour, ergo the resulting piece of film cannot be objective or truthful so that film is deemed to have failed. Why failure? It is perhaps more generous and worth while to simply accept that a documentary can never be the real world, that the camera can never capture life as it would have unravelled had it not interfered, and the results of this collision between apparatus and subject are what constitutes a documentary – not the utopian vision of what might have transpired if only the camera had not been there."
30.11.11
27.11.11
25.11.11
23.11.11
"Quando a tecnologia e o dinheiro tiverem conquistado o mundo; quando qualquer acontecimento em qualquer lugar e a qualquer tempo se tiver tornado acessível com rapidez; quando se puder assistir em tempo real a um atentado no ocidente e a um concerto sinfônico no oriente; quando tempo significar apenas rapidez online; quando o tempo, como história, houver desaparecido da existência de todos os povos, quando um esportista ou artista de mercado valer como grande homem de um povo; quando as cifras em milhões significarem triunfo, - então, justamente então – reviverão como fantasma as perguntas: para quê? Para onde? E agora? A decadência dos povos já terá ido tão longe, que quase não terão mais força de espírito para ver e avaliar a decadência simplesmente como... Decadência. Essa constatação nada tem a ver com pessimismo cultural, nem tampouco, com otimismo... O obscurecimento do mundo, a destruição da terra, a massificação do homem, a suspeita odiosa contra tudo que é criador e livre, já atingiu tais dimensões, que categorias tão pueris, como pessimismo e otimismo, já haverão de ter se tornado ridículas."
22.11.11
20.11.11
"[the existence of God, life after death, the meaning of life] were always obsessions of mine, even as a very young child. These were things that interested me as the years went on. My friends were more preoccupied with social issues-issues such as abortion, racial discrimination, and Communism-and those issues just never caught my interest. Of course they mattered to me as a citizen to some degree...but they never really caught my attention artistically. I always felt that the problems of the world would never ever be solved until people came to terms with the deeper issues-that there would be an aimless reshuffling of world leaders and governments and programs. There was a difference, of course, but it was a minor difference as to who the president was and what the issues were. They seemed major, but as you step back with perspective they were more alike than they were different. The deeper issues always interested me."
18.11.11
"In the times of bigness, spectaculars, one hundred million dollar movie productions, I want to speak for the small, invisible acts of human spirit: so subtle, so small, that they die when brought out under the Klieg lights. I want to celebrate the small forms of cinema: the lyrical form, the poem, the watercolor, etude, sketch, portrait, arabesque, and bagatelle, and little 8mm songs. In the times when everybody wants to succeed and sell, I want to celebrate those who embrace social and daily failure to pursue the invisible, the personal things that bring no money and no bread and make no contemporary history, art history or any other history."
"It is when we try to grapple with another man’s intimate need that we perceive how incomprehensible, wavering, and misty are the beings that share with us the sight of the stars and the warmth of the sun. It is as if loneliness were a hard and absolute condition of existence; the envelope of flesh and blood on which our eyes are fixed melts before the outstretched hand, and there remains only the capricious, unconsolable, and elusive spirit that no eye can follow, no hand can grasp."
"And they say there is no fate, but there is: it's what you create. And even though the world goes on for eons and eons, you are only here for a fraction of a fraction of a second. Most of your time is spent being dead or not yet born. But while alive, you wait in vain, wasting years, for a phone call or a letter or a look from someone or something to make it all right. And it never comes or it seems to but it doesn't really. And so you spend your time in vague regret or vaguer hope that something good will come along. Something to make you feel connected, something to make you feel whole, something to make you feel loved. And the truth is I feel so angry, and the truth is I feel so fucking sad, and the truth is I've felt so fucking hurt for so fucking long and for just as long I've been pretending I'm OK, just to get along, just for, I don't know why, maybe because no one wants to hear about my misery, because they have their own. Well, fuck everybody."
16.11.11
9.11.11
7.11.11
"For Peixoto, the experience offered by Limite cannot be adequately captured by language, but was made to be felt. Therefore, the spectator should subjugate himself to the images as to “anguished cords of a synthetic and pure language of cinema”. According to the director, his film is “meticulously precise as invisible wheels of a clock”, where long shots are surrounded and linked by shorter ones as in a “planetary system”. Peixoto characterizes Limite as a “desperate scream” aiming for resonance instead of comprehension. “The movie does not want to analyze. It shows. It projects itself as a tuning fork, a pitch, a resonance of time itself”, capturing the flow between past and present, object details and contingence as if it had always “existed in the living and in the inanimate”, or detaching itself tacitly from them."
6.11.11
3.11.11
31.10.11
"Why did I get involved? Is it because Jean-Luc has been my friend for 20 years? Or is it because Jean-Luc is the world’s greatest filmmaker? Jean-Luc Godard is not the only director for whom filming is like breathing, but he’s the one who breathes best. He is rapid like Rossellini, sly like Sacha Guitry, musical like Orson Wells, simple like Pagnol, wounded like Nicholas Ray, effective like Hitchcock, profound like Bergman, and insolent like nobody else. Professor Chiarini, Director of the Venice Film Festival, says: 'There’s cinema before Godard; and cinema after Godard.' It’s true, and as the years pass it’s increasingly clear that Breathless has marked the cinema, that it’s a decisive turning point, like Citizen Kane in 1940. Godard blew the system up, he messed it up, just like Picasso did with painting; and like Picasso, Godard has made everything possible. More prosaically, I can say that I have become a producer of the thirteenth film of Jean-Luc Godard because I noticed that the people who invested money in the preceding twelve masterpieces got rich."
30.10.11
27.10.11
24.10.11
23.10.11
20.10.11
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There is much to be said for contentment and painlessness, for these bearable and submissive days, on which neither pain nor pleasure is audible, but pass by whispering and on tip-toe. But the worst of it is that it is just this contentment that I cannot endure. After a short time it fills me with irrepressible hatred and nausea. In desperation I have to escape and throw myself on the road to pleasure, or, if that cannot be, on the road to pain.
For what I always hated and detested and cursed above all things was this contentment, this healthiness and comfort, this carefully preserved optimism of the middle classes, this fat and prosperous brood of mediocracy.
”18.10.11
12.10.11
"(...) para que serve a vida? não sei. talvez não sirva pra nada. talvez se resuma a um ininterrupto exercício de minimizar perdas. trabalha-se para não morrer de fome. quando já se tem o suficiente, acumulamos para não morrer de fome no futuro. ou para exibir cultura e dinheiro. bebemos sucos naturais e corremos na esteira para retardar nosso apodrecimento físico, ainda que inevitável. entorpecemo-nos de álcool, sexo e congêneres imaginando driblar assim o tédio. amamo-nos na ilusão de eliminar a solidão como condição primária. minimizar perdas. de qualquer modo, é tudo que temos (...)"
11.10.11
10.10.11
"Because almost everything — all external expectations, all pride, all fear of embarrassment or failure – these things just fall away in the face of death, leaving only what is truly important. Remembering that you are going to die is the best way I know to avoid the trap of thinking you have something to lose. You are already naked."
7.10.11
"I conceive of the film as a modern art form particularly interesting to the sense of sight. Painting has its own peculiar problems and specific sensations, and so has the film. But there are also problems in which the dividing line is obliterated, or where the two infringe upon each other. More especially, the cinema can fulfill certain promises made by the ancient arts, in the realization of which painting and film become close neighbors and work together."
5.10.11
27.9.11
22.9.11
"The frame pauses briefly before the projector’s lamp, and then moves on. Our lives are accumulations of ephemeral images and moments that our consciousness constructs into a reality. No sooner have we grasped the present, it is relegated to the past, where it only exists in the subjective history of each individual. The images can be thought of as desires or memories: actions that take place in the mind. The film stock can be thought of as the body, that which enables these events to be seen. Like our own bodies, this celluloid is a fragile and ephemeral medium that can deteriorate in countless ways."
19.9.11
"Not that human life was so highly valued. Keeping order appears to be the business of the authorities, but in fact it's the business of all. Order. Freedom, however, has nothing human. It's something divine, something... our lives are too short for us to know properly. If you're looking for a link, think of Pericles, order and freedom are linked by passion. We have to believe in both, we suffer from both. Both from order and freedom. But human life is meaningful, rich, beautiful and filthy. It links everything. It mistreats freedom only... wasting it, as if it was junk. People don't like freedom, they are afraid of it. The strange thing is there is nothing to fear about freedom... order, on the other hand, can often be frightening."
14.9.11
13.9.11
11.9.11
9.9.11
"- You're gonna land somewhere. You'll be fine. You're talented, you're smart. You're ready.
- What if I'm not?
- You want to know a secret? I spent my whole life being scared. Scared of not being ready, of not being right of not being who I should be. And where did it get me?
(...)
- You can't stay here!"
6.9.11
5.9.11
4.9.11
"
Loneliness is the human condition. Cultivate it. The way it tunnels into you allows your soul room to grow. Never expect to outgrow loneliness. Never hope to find people who will understand you, someone to fill that space. And intelligent, sensitive person is the exception, the very great exception. If you expect to find people who will understand you, you will grow murderous with disappointment. The best you'll ever do is to understand yourself, know what it is that you want, and not let the cattle stand in your way."
28.8.11
"The years shall run like rabbits,
For in my arms I hold
The Flower of the Ages,
And the first love of the world.'
But all the clocks in the city
Began to whirr and chime:
You cannot conquer Time.
'In the burrows of the Nightmare
Where Justice naked is,
Time watches from the shadow
And coughs when you would kiss.
'In headaches and in worry
Vaguely life leaks away,
And Time will have his fancy
To-morrow or to-day."
24.8.11
23.8.11
22.8.11
21.8.11
18.8.11
14.8.11
1.8.11
28.7.11
22.7.11
"(...) Isolation is the gift. All the others are a test of your endurance, of how much you really want to do it. And, you'll do it, despite rejection and the worst odds. And it will be better than anything else you can imagine. If you're going to try, go all the way. There is no other feeling like that."
17.7.11
14.7.11
"I, I thought of that old joke, y'know, the, this... this guy goes to a psychiatrist and says, 'Doc, uh, my brother's crazy; he thinks he's a chicken.' And, uh, the doctor says, 'Well, why don't you turn him in?' The guy says, 'I would, but I need the eggs.' Well, I guess that's pretty much now how I feel about relationships; y'know, they're totally irrational, and crazy, and absurd, and... but, uh, I guess we keep goin' through it because, uh, most of us... need the eggs."
"I learned that just beneath the surface, there's another world, and still different worlds as one digs deeper. Nothing is as it seems -- I knew it as a kid, but couldn't find proof. It was just a feeling. There is goodness like those blue skies and flowers, but another force -- a wild pain and decay also accompanies everything."
5. i don't express a lot of things that i should express.
7. i try to avoid disagreements all the time.
9. i am too sensitive, for a lot of things.
10. i don't like, at all, how people try to find sense in everything and how they hate the lack of sense that exists in life.
11. if i don't make a carrer in cinema, i'll be really miserable.
13. i do believe in astrology, more than i should.
14. my biggest fear is to suffer some bad psychical violence.
15. i hate the ideas of nations, and patriotism.
16. i dispise any justifications to war and use of weapons, of any kind.
18. i prefer to be disliked by my ideas and beliefs than be liked by agreeing to bullshits.
19. i was sure about having a carrer in photography, not too sure these days.
23. i have a few close friends, not able to have a lot.
24. kindness is not a virtue to me, it's a necessity.
25. i feel deslocated and misundesrtood, most of the times.
(07/02/2009)
4.7.11
3.7.11
"In spite of language, in spite of intelligence and intuition and sympathy, one can never really communicate anything to anybody. The essential substance of every thought and feeling remains incommunicable, locked up in the impenetrable strong-room of the individual soul and body. Our life is a sentence of perpetual solitary confinement."
1.7.11
"Nothing so ridiculously teenage and desperate, nothing so childish
At a better pace, slower and more calculated, no chance of escape
At a better pace, slower and more calculated, no chance of escape
(...)
Still kisses with saliva, no longer empty and frantic like a cat tied to a stick
That's driven into frozen winter shit, the ability to laugh at weakness
Calm fitter, healthier and more productive, a pig in a cage on antibiotics"
Calm fitter, healthier and more productive, a pig in a cage on antibiotics"
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