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I am visually bombarded daily (much to my delight) with gay artists doing things. Creating an endless stream of beauty. I
Lee's sentiment about being yourself is something everyone should keep in mind. Straining yourself to be somebody you are not creates immense amounts of unneeded stress. This is especially true for college students pursuing their careers.
The exec behind several Kanye West albums says that the musician is an "insecure artist."
Is loving sex all that it's cracked up to be? Or is it the province of bad movies like Love Story (1970) or another sixties classic A Man and a Woman (1966). One of the nice things about a film like Richard Linklater's Before Midnight (2013) is that it shies away from loving sex.
Which is @DonaldGlover -- Childish Gambino's Twitter self -- and which are simply imagined voices or characters?
Her friends will tell you, "She's a fantastic friend. Always there for you when you need her." Strangely enough, they don't seem to know what kind of deeper issues she might have.
Yesterday, a genuine conceptual and artistic film pioneer who was also possessed of an earnest conscience saw his final day on Earth. His genius work remains, and here's one of my favorite of his films, Mon Oncle D'Amerique, for your viewing pleasure.
Thanks to footage from their many films and home movies shot by Sven Nykvist, one of Ingmar Bergman's cinematographer, combined
After some success with his short film, In the Name of the Son, Harun kept crisscrossing the country, traveling ceaselessly as he'd done since landing in the United States, taking pictures of landscapes and skies.
It is tempting to think of the self as simply a home for the identities we adopt over our lifetime, but on reflection, this, too, falls short. Our self is also the source of the identities that sally forth as our proxies.
Ruth Stone's poem ends with the line: "I cannot live without you, oh brief and inconceivable other." And then we're brought to Bianca's reality: writing poems on typewriters, drinking wine, and the line to start it all: "This is your love speaking."
In not knowing, just for a moment, you can directly discover yourself. This discovery does not arrive by thought, but by your own immediate direct experience. What is here, before every thought, after every thought and during every thought?
One of the convenient things about Anderson's latest film is that it is open-ended to the point that it allows a viewer to draw multiple conclusions. I see de Quincey and Lévi-Strauss, but you can probably find whoever you want buried in there. Does this make for high art?
Ego is sometimes characterized as the "false self." Some spiritual teachers advocate destroying the ego. I do not. If we love it, it can grow up and be helpful.
In anticipation of 12/21/12, this past year saw a return of the doomsday film. Melancholia was an okay end-of-the-world movie, but for this fan, it was not a very good Lars Von Trier film. Perhaps a third viewing is in order.