In the body of the arts film is the head (drama) and eyes (documentary); literature is the consciousnes which inhabits the body; poetry provides the mouth and lips; sculpture, the hands; dance the muscle, legs and feet; painting, the flesh and skin; and design/architecture the bones. Throughout all runs the blood: music.
It is my opinion tonight, poised to leave my beloved city of light for the city whose lights are only visible when the wind blows a pause in the clouds, that
St. Augustine by Band of Horses is this young century's finest musical moment
and
Rebecca West was the most eloquent, resourceful and visionary chronicler of the last century.
and
huge changes in the nature or perceived nature of survivability in a given society
produce massive quantities of fear. These fears tend to be projected onto/focused by someone who is willing to caress them into terrible, terrible flames. Chaos after the French Revolution produced Napoleon; economic disasters in Germany after world war one, well--you know how that went. Everyone that I know in the US whether they were conscious of it or not had considered their chances of being killed, immeditately after the launch of Sept. 11 2001 (which is the first time in history someone has created such conditions consciously that I can detect). And these fears have been coaxed into the arms of our president and his handlers and advisers. We are living in an era of cynical, ravenous destruction that is trying desperately to dress up as an ephiphanic form of liberty. It can certainly be called by its common epithet:
murder.
Many people are confused and think that just because Napoleon faced enemies in battles (that he instigated) he must have been some kind of fantastic leader. 2.5 million Frenchmen killed in Napoleonic Wars were unavailable for the exit polls.
Love
KS
Paris
A bientot.
