Wednesday, August 06, 2008

On H.P. Lovecraft and Uncut Scenes from Real Life

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“When age fell upon the world, and wonder went out of the minds of men; when grey cities reared to smoky skies tall towers grim and ugly, in whose shadow none might dream of the sun or of Spring's flowering meads; when learning stripped the Earth of her mantle of beauty and poets sang no more of twisted phantoms seen with bleared and inward looking eyes; when these things had come to pass, and childish hopes had gone forever, there was a man who travelled out of life on a quest into spaces whither the world's dreams had fled.”
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Certainly a not too short experimental lunch-break-docu-voodle by bk featuring a playful and fast-edit of early test-footage re-discovered and now screened as a friendly gesture to a very dear friend - all shot in Oslo, Norway - 2008.01.29 and edited 2008.08.05. It's not Bergman reinvented but a reflection on possible alternatives - yet most of all it's an expression of gratitude for a very inspiring work and many utmost stimulating deep perceptions! View what you probably already have seen - now altered in the spirit of H.P. Lovecraft made very much audible by ccmixter's artemisstrong.
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"During yesterday's short lunch break b.k. chewed over a recent comment by Gurdonark and the disturbing fact that Bergamn had to die the exact same day as Antonioni...!"
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b.k.: video 036 for lomeg-rom.blogspot.com - 8'58''
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2 comments:

gurdonark said...

One of the many delights of writing (and reading) weblogs is the way in which one is immersed in a sargasso sea of ideas--a languid but alive assortment of weedy seadragon notions, buoyed by fluorescent plankton to provide illumination against the moon-less clouded sky.

My weblog friends years ago taught me about the work of Joseph Cornell. Cornell is an indirect father of remix culture, in that his assemblage put into little boxes disparate things from popular culture, to use the gestalt of the resulting work to show us oblique glimpses of the artist's spirit.

People who try to do a box "in the style of Cornell" or write a short story "inspired by Cornell" somehow fall short, as one can only slice the canine eye once, so to speak.

But what if we choose the alternative of using the idea of asemblage as a way of expressing a truth, but express our own truths, and develop our assemblage of an entirely different medium--a film or a song?

What if HP Lovecraft is not a dark art for worshipful devotion, but a pointer on a passage through a tunnel which is the creative impulse?

This is a questing into spaces of the life within as real as Sarah Jessica Parker's kiss, and as elusive and impossible to exist as Carrie Bradshaw's caress.

In this new kind of assemblage, the lamp is as real as the actors. The soundtrack is not a sound only, but a series of ideas.

I wonder sometimes if things lose their savor outside of their ocntext--can the revolution of Die Blaue Reiter be understood without its historical backdrop? I do not propose to answer that question, although I think that Franz Marc's enthusiasm about culture swept away by war is very sad, as it swept so many of the finest, including Marc, away.

But perhaps in the sweepings of culture we can find out voices--
amd in those voices, our images--and our film.

Thank you very much for the kind words, and for sharing your ideas in this unique way.

LOMEG_ROM said...

This vlog is intended as an unpretentious experimental workspace. A screening of the playful, naive and instant moments - the editing of registered views on the inconspicuous. This inspired by – and hopefully in the spirit of - Sam Renseiw.

Having made films and videos for some years, the voodle – although not pronounced – wasn’t unfamiliar to us. Yet little did we know about the (positive experienced) infliction a vlog like this would have on ones own work. After little over two months and only 67 posts (37 if we don’t count the lumierevideos) we can say that the infliction is rather … obvious.

Personally I’m stunned - but take it as a very welcomed fact - to see the play to a certain degree unfolding due to the inclinations given by others then moi and me. The voodle as a response to those inclinations is still our voodle – yet it has recently become apparent to us as what we now call voodle-voodle; the result of, at least to us, exciting collaborations.

b.k./LOMEG_ROM