Wednesday, April 18, 2007
/ 12:08 AM
This will be yet another blog post with everything thrown together.. Quotes, extracts and all the remaining stuff I have written down in my notebook, but have yet to share them, I will get them down in this blog post.. Not too many left.. I like to share them also because I get to go through them again, and more thoroughly.. Hope you enjoy the following!
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"Making a film by just worrying about the audience's reactions is like getting a gun without the bullets; To worry only about the subject of the film without considering the audience's reactions is like getting the bullets without the gun."
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"One must simply try consciously to aim straight at the impossible. Of course one must stay balanced as one goes. But only on the condition that balance is made uncertain. Increasingly uncertain."
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I see that I have a lot of trouble
With what happens by itself anyway
I see that I have a lot of trouble
Because it happens by itself anyway
I see that I'm rushing toward the point
Where everything happens by itself anyway
If I'm not rushing toward the point
I can't even see that it happens by itself
I see that I understand too much
I see that I'm getting into death
As if I understood it well
As if it would be fine
For death to understand me well
For death to be getting into me
I see that I'm running a fever
I see that I'm afraid
I see that I am here by choice
See that I do not vanish
Though I may want to
See that there is no connection
Between what I want
And what I would choose
See that I must start over
On good and evil
I see that there is nothing to see
See that I love you blindly
See that I walk into a fog
To find my way
Because I can see that in the fog
I cannot find my way
I see that these movements within me
Are faithful to me
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(this is one part I left out from the extracts I shared from the book, "Interviews with Tim Burton")
Q: The first words of a movie are usually important. Here(i.e. in "Edward Scissorhands"), they are Kim saying, "Snuggle in, sweetie, it's cold out there." To me, that could almost be the epitaph to the entire film - and not because it's snowing.
A: Yeah. Everybody goes through it everyday. It's not the most sensitive place. Lookit, if you analyze what you go through in a day, in your job, when is anything completely one way? And you know what, you can drive yourself crazy thinking about it. Good and bad. Positive and negative. Funny and sad. Every second is a flip-flop of some feeling. And ultimately, that's what it's all about. It's unbelievably complicated. I don't get it, but I get it: that, to me, is about as real as it gets. That's why I hate most movies. They kind of simplistically tell you what they are all about. They don't capture what life is about in any way. What am I talking about? I have no idea?
People are weird. And I think we forget, because we're so intelligent that we are all basically animals. Animal instincts take over all the time, under the surface of things. People say to me, "Oh, you must be really happy!" Well, there's no sense of happiness, there's no connection to anybody, people aren't being nice to you because they really want to be, a lot of time. You know who your friends are - people you like and respond to - and you know when it's complete bullshit. It's not like anybody's acting real to you. Because there's no real context anymore. Especially, here, where it's all business, even the social. And America is founded on that principle - that's why everybody is over here to begin with. That's the whole point. It's frightening.
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"The subconscious has a higher content of reality than the conscious utterance."
(This and the below two quotes come from a book entitled "The Theatre of the Absurd" by Martin Esslin. Yeah, I found the bit we did in Lit class got me interested!)
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Each of us says
Not what he wants to say, but what is seemly. Words
Conspire treacherously behind our backs
And it is not we who speak the words, the words speak us
And betray our thoughts which also
Betray our treacherous feelings...
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"The denying of reality is the asserting of it,
And the asserting of emptiness is the denying of it"
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By Edgar Allan Poe
"Music"
When music affects us to tears, seemingly causeless, we weep not, as Gravina supposes, from 'excess of pleasure'; but through excess of an impatient, petulant sorrow that, us mere mortals, we are as yet in no condition to banquet upon those supernal estasies of which the music affords us merely a suggestive and indefinite glimpse.
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By Edgar Allan Poe
"Stanzas"
How often we forget all time, when lone
Admiring Nature's universal throne;
Her woods - her wilds - her mountains - the intense
Reply of HERS to our intelligence!
In youth have I known one with whom the Earth
In secret communing held - as he with it,
In daylight, and in beauty from his birth:
Whose fervid, flickering torch of life was lit
From the sun and stars, whence he had drawn forth
A passionate light - such for his spirit was fit -
And yet the spirit knew not, in the hour
Of its own fervour, what had o'er it power.
Perhaps it may be that my mind is wrought
To a fever by the moonbeam that hangs o'er,
But I will half believe that wild light fraught
With more sovereignty than ancient lore
Hath ever told; - or is it of a thought
The unembodied essence, and no more,
That with a quickening spell doth o'er us pass
As dew of the night-time o'er the summer grass?
Doth o'er us pass, when, as th' expanding eye
To the loved object, - so the tear to the lid
Will start, which lately slept in apathy?
And yet it need not be - (that object) hid
From us in life - but common- which doth lie
Each hour before us - but then only, bid
With a strange sound, as of a harp-string broken,
To awake us - 'T is a symbol and a token
Of what in other worlds shall be - and given
In beauty by our God, to those alone
Who otherwise would fall from life and Heaven
Drawn by their heart's passion, and that tone,
That high tone of the spirit which hath striven,
Tho' not with Faith - with godliness - Whose throne
With desperate energy hath beaten down;
Wearing its own deep feeling as a crown
-----
"Making a film by just worrying about the audience's reactions is like getting a gun without the bullets; To worry only about the subject of the film without considering the audience's reactions is like getting the bullets without the gun."
-----
"One must simply try consciously to aim straight at the impossible. Of course one must stay balanced as one goes. But only on the condition that balance is made uncertain. Increasingly uncertain."
-----
I see that I have a lot of trouble
With what happens by itself anyway
I see that I have a lot of trouble
Because it happens by itself anyway
I see that I'm rushing toward the point
Where everything happens by itself anyway
If I'm not rushing toward the point
I can't even see that it happens by itself
I see that I understand too much
I see that I'm getting into death
As if I understood it well
As if it would be fine
For death to understand me well
For death to be getting into me
I see that I'm running a fever
I see that I'm afraid
I see that I am here by choice
See that I do not vanish
Though I may want to
See that there is no connection
Between what I want
And what I would choose
See that I must start over
On good and evil
I see that there is nothing to see
See that I love you blindly
See that I walk into a fog
To find my way
Because I can see that in the fog
I cannot find my way
I see that these movements within me
Are faithful to me
-----
(this is one part I left out from the extracts I shared from the book, "Interviews with Tim Burton")
Q: The first words of a movie are usually important. Here(i.e. in "Edward Scissorhands"), they are Kim saying, "Snuggle in, sweetie, it's cold out there." To me, that could almost be the epitaph to the entire film - and not because it's snowing.
A: Yeah. Everybody goes through it everyday. It's not the most sensitive place. Lookit, if you analyze what you go through in a day, in your job, when is anything completely one way? And you know what, you can drive yourself crazy thinking about it. Good and bad. Positive and negative. Funny and sad. Every second is a flip-flop of some feeling. And ultimately, that's what it's all about. It's unbelievably complicated. I don't get it, but I get it: that, to me, is about as real as it gets. That's why I hate most movies. They kind of simplistically tell you what they are all about. They don't capture what life is about in any way. What am I talking about? I have no idea?
People are weird. And I think we forget, because we're so intelligent that we are all basically animals. Animal instincts take over all the time, under the surface of things. People say to me, "Oh, you must be really happy!" Well, there's no sense of happiness, there's no connection to anybody, people aren't being nice to you because they really want to be, a lot of time. You know who your friends are - people you like and respond to - and you know when it's complete bullshit. It's not like anybody's acting real to you. Because there's no real context anymore. Especially, here, where it's all business, even the social. And America is founded on that principle - that's why everybody is over here to begin with. That's the whole point. It's frightening.
-----
"The subconscious has a higher content of reality than the conscious utterance."
(This and the below two quotes come from a book entitled "The Theatre of the Absurd" by Martin Esslin. Yeah, I found the bit we did in Lit class got me interested!)
-----
Each of us says
Not what he wants to say, but what is seemly. Words
Conspire treacherously behind our backs
And it is not we who speak the words, the words speak us
And betray our thoughts which also
Betray our treacherous feelings...
-----
"The denying of reality is the asserting of it,
And the asserting of emptiness is the denying of it"
-----
By Edgar Allan Poe
"Music"
When music affects us to tears, seemingly causeless, we weep not, as Gravina supposes, from 'excess of pleasure'; but through excess of an impatient, petulant sorrow that, us mere mortals, we are as yet in no condition to banquet upon those supernal estasies of which the music affords us merely a suggestive and indefinite glimpse.
-----
By Edgar Allan Poe
"Stanzas"
How often we forget all time, when lone
Admiring Nature's universal throne;
Her woods - her wilds - her mountains - the intense
Reply of HERS to our intelligence!
In youth have I known one with whom the Earth
In secret communing held - as he with it,
In daylight, and in beauty from his birth:
Whose fervid, flickering torch of life was lit
From the sun and stars, whence he had drawn forth
A passionate light - such for his spirit was fit -
And yet the spirit knew not, in the hour
Of its own fervour, what had o'er it power.
Perhaps it may be that my mind is wrought
To a fever by the moonbeam that hangs o'er,
But I will half believe that wild light fraught
With more sovereignty than ancient lore
Hath ever told; - or is it of a thought
The unembodied essence, and no more,
That with a quickening spell doth o'er us pass
As dew of the night-time o'er the summer grass?
Doth o'er us pass, when, as th' expanding eye
To the loved object, - so the tear to the lid
Will start, which lately slept in apathy?
And yet it need not be - (that object) hid
From us in life - but common- which doth lie
Each hour before us - but then only, bid
With a strange sound, as of a harp-string broken,
To awake us - 'T is a symbol and a token
Of what in other worlds shall be - and given
In beauty by our God, to those alone
Who otherwise would fall from life and Heaven
Drawn by their heart's passion, and that tone,
That high tone of the spirit which hath striven,
Tho' not with Faith - with godliness - Whose throne
With desperate energy hath beaten down;
Wearing its own deep feeling as a crown