–From DanÂgling In The TourneÂforÂtia (1982)
I still get letÂters in the mail, mostÂly from cracked-up
men in tiny rooms with facÂtoÂry jobs or no jobs who are
livÂing with whores or no woman at all, no hope, just
booze and madÂness.
Most of their letÂters are on lined paper
writÂten with an unsharpÂened penÂcil
or in ink
in tiny handÂwritÂing that slants to the
left
and the paper is often torn
usuÂalÂly halfway up the midÂdle
and they say they like my stuff,
I’ve writÂten from where it’s at, and
they recÂogÂnize that. truÂly, I’ve givÂen them a secÂond
chance, some recogÂniÂtion of where they’re at.
it’s true, I was there, worse off than most
of them.
but I wonÂder if they realÂize where their letÂters
arrive?
well, they are dropped into a box
behind a six-foot hedge with a long driÂveÂway leadÂing
to a two car garage, rose garÂden, fruit trees,
aniÂmals, a beauÂtiÂful woman, mortÂgage about half
paid after a year, a new car,
fireÂplace and a green rug two-inchÂes thick
with a young boy to write my stuff now,
I keep him in a ten-foot cage with a
typeÂwriter, feed him whiskey and raw whores,
belt him pretÂty good three or four times
a week.
I’m 59 years old now and the critÂics say
my stuff is getÂting betÂter than ever.
You can creÂate music with TesÂla coils if you know how to modÂuÂlate their “break rate” with MIDI data and a conÂtrol unit. Case in point. Here we have two solÂid state musiÂcal TesÂla coils, using a comÂbined 24KW of powÂer, to play a verÂsion of Lynyrd Skynyrd’s 1974 clasÂsic “Sweet Home AlabaÂma” (lisÂten to the origÂiÂnal here). Also enjoy elecÂtriÂfied verÂsions of House of The RisÂing Sun and DuelÂing BanÂjos. via @webacion
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Read More...George Orwell occuÂpies a funÂny place in the modÂern litÂerÂary conÂsciousÂness. The last few genÂerÂaÂtions came to know him, in EngÂlish class, as the author of the novÂels AniÂmal Farm and NineÂteen Eighty-Four. My own peers may rememÂber their teachÂers’ awkÂward inverÂsion of the earÂliÂer book, forced as they were to clarÂiÂfy Orwell’s already direct RussÂian RevÂoÂluÂtion alleÂgoÂry by explainÂing that, a long time ago, there lived a man named TrotÂsky who was a lot like SnowÂball the pig, and so on. The latÂer book, many readÂers’ first glimpse at a realÂisÂtic dystopia, tends to hit us hardÂer. All those tinÂny, piped-in patriÂotÂic anthems; the variÂcose veins; the sawÂdusty cigÂaÂrettes; the defeatÂed cups of watery tea — why on Earth, we asked ourÂselves, did Orwell so conÂfiÂdentÂly foreÂsee a shamÂbolÂic world of such simulÂtaÂneÂous chintziÂness and bruÂtalÂiÂty?
Apart from his six novÂels and four volÂumes of memÂoir, Orwell proÂduced an astonÂishÂing quanÂtiÂty of essays. These I regÂuÂlarÂly conÂsult in my brick-like Everyman’s Library ediÂtion, and I bought that on the strength of two parÂticÂuÂlar pieces: “PolÂiÂtics and the EngÂlish LanÂguage” and “Why I Write.” Many of us encounter these here or there in the course of highÂer eduÂcaÂtion, and none of us with an interÂest in readÂing, writÂing, thinkÂing, and the feedÂback loop between the three forÂget them. PresÂsured to cite the most inciÂsive pasÂsage in all of Orwell, how could I decide between the forÂmer essay’s descripÂtion of how “a mass of Latin words falls upon the facts like soft snow, blurÂring the outÂline and covÂerÂing up all the details,” and the latÂter essay’s conÂtrast of the writer’s ego against that of “the great mass of human beings” who, after thirÂty, “almost abanÂdon the sense of being indiÂvidÂuÂals at all — and live chiefly for othÂers, or are simÂply smothÂered under drudgery”?
Despite passÂing at only 46, Orwell left an almost imposÂingÂly large body of writÂten work. ReadÂers who’ve savored it and want to learn, hear, and see more come up against a cerÂtain difÂfiÂculÂty: we have a few phoÂtographs of Orwell, but as far as sound or film, nothÂing exists. Yet that didn’t stop BBC Four from putting togethÂer George Orwell: A Life in PicÂtures, castÂing actor Chris LangÂham as Orwell, havÂing him speak Orwell’s words, and insertÂing him, Zelig-like, into hisÂtorÂiÂcal footage real and reconÂstructÂed of Orwell’s places and times. DocÂuÂmenÂtary purists may balk at this, but strong choicÂes make strong films. As a comÂpulÂsive readÂer of Orwell myself, I’ll take any chance I can to expeÂriÂence more richÂly the mind of this child of the “lowÂer upper-midÂdle class” whose fasÂciÂnaÂtion with poverÂty drove him down into it; this socialÂist who loathed both the trapÂpings and proÂpoÂnents of socialÂism; this worÂshiper of hard manÂuÂal labor who underÂstood more about the impact of words than most of us do today; this famed writer who cloaked his givÂen name of Eric Arthur Blair to betÂter retreat, alone, into his gray, quaÂsi-ascetic EngÂlish pleaÂsures.
ColÂin MarÂshall hosts and proÂduces NoteÂbook on Cities and CulÂture. FolÂlow him on TwitÂter at @colinmarshall.
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StanÂford’s big open course iniÂtiaÂtive keeps rolling along. On March 12, three new coursÂes will get underÂway:
Then, startÂing on March 19, two more will take flight:
The coursÂes genÂerÂalÂly feaÂture interÂacÂtive video clips; short quizzes that proÂvide instant feedÂback; the abilÂiÂty to pose high valÂue quesÂtions to StanÂford instrucÂtors; feedÂback on your overÂall perÂforÂmance in the class; and a stateÂment of accomÂplishÂment at the end of the course.
And, yes, the coursÂes are free and now open for enrollÂment.
As always, don’t miss our big list of 425 Free Online CoursÂes. It may just be the sinÂgle most aweÂsome page on the web.
StoÂry via StanÂford UniÂverÂsiÂty News. AlgoÂrithm image courÂtesy of BigÂStock.
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In 2003, an interÂviewÂer from GerÂman pubÂlic teleÂviÂsion staÂtion ZDF sat down with novÂelÂist David FosÂter WalÂlace in a hotel room. The ensuÂing conÂverÂsaÂtion, whose raw, uneditÂed 84 minÂutes (find links to the comÂplete interÂview below) made it to the interÂnet after WalÂlace’s suiÂcide, remains the most direct, expanÂsive, and disÂarmÂingÂly rough-hewn media treatÂment of his themes, his perÂsonÂalÂiÂty, and the fasÂciÂnatÂing (if at times chillÂing) feedÂback loop between them.
You can also expeÂriÂence this conÂverÂsaÂtion in short, theÂmatÂiÂcalÂly orgaÂnized clips; above, we have “David FosÂter WalÂlace on PolitÂiÂcal ThinkÂing in AmerÂiÂca.” WalÂlace expressÂes his conÂcerns about the strong influÂence of teleÂviÂsion ads on elecÂtions, which means, he says, “we get canÂdiÂdates who are beholdÂen to large donors and become, in some ways, corÂrupt, which disÂgusts the votÂers, makes them even less interÂestÂed in polÂiÂtics, less willÂing to read and do the work of citÂiÂzenÂship.” This he sees couÂpled with an indiÂvidÂuÂalÂisÂtic marÂketÂing culÂture which stokes “that feelÂing of havÂing to obey every impulse and gratÂiÂfy every desire” — “a strange kind of slavÂery.”
But as his pained, self-quesÂtionÂing expresÂsion reveals — espeÂcialÂly when it retreats into strangeÂly endearÂing post-answer cringes — WalÂlace did not believe he posÂsessed the cure for, or even a preÂciseÂly accuÂrate diagÂnoÂsis of, a sick sociÂety. OfferÂing social critÂiÂcism at a vast remove from the avunÂcuÂlar conÂdemÂnaÂtion of a Noam ChomÂsky or the raised midÂdle finÂger of a Bill Hicks, WalÂlace disÂcussÂes his fears through a novÂelÂist’s conÂsciousÂness that longs to, as he explains the desire elseÂwhere in the interÂview, “jump over the wall of self and inhabÂit someÂone else.” When the interÂviewÂer tells him about her peers’ frusÂtraÂtion at feelÂing eduÂcatÂed but “not being able to do anyÂthing with it,” WalÂlace puts himÂself in the mind of stuÂdents who go from studyÂing “the libÂerÂal arts: phiÂlosÂoÂphy, clasÂsiÂcal stuff, lanÂguages, all very much about the nobilÂiÂty of the human spirÂit and broadÂenÂing the mind” to “a speÂcialÂized school to learn how to sue peoÂple or to figÂure out how to write copy that will make peoÂple buy a cerÂtain kind of SUV” to “jobs that are finanÂcialÂly rewardÂing, but don’t have anyÂthing to do with what they got taught — and perÂsuaÂsiveÂly taught — was imporÂtant and worthÂwhile.”
UnderÂneath WalÂlace’s responsÂes rushÂes a curÂrent of the quesÂtions his writÂing leads readÂers to think — and think hard — about: How far has enterÂtainÂment evolved toward pure anesÂthetÂic? Can we still sepÂaÂrate our needs from our wants, if we try? Has post-Gen X irony made us not just colÂlecÂtiveÂly inefÂfecÂtuÂal but that much easÂiÂer to sell things to? Can we ever again use terms like “citÂiÂzenÂship” withÂout instincÂtiveÂly sneerÂing at ourÂselves? To the David FosÂter WalÂlace novice, these clips make for a helpÂful theÂmatÂic primer, but the full recordÂing (see below) will thereÂafter become required viewÂing. The interÂview brims with the kind of asides that make it feel like a page from the noteÂbook of one of WalÂlace’s own favorite litÂerÂary craftsÂmen, Jorge Luis Borges. WalÂlace wonÂders aloud how much of what he says will get editÂed out, if he can disÂcuss his all-conÂsumÂing susÂpiÂcion that “there’s someÂthing realÂly good on anothÂer chanÂnel and I’m missÂing it” while he’s actuÂalÂly on teleÂviÂsion, and how to talk to the media about how difÂfiÂcult it is to talk to the media while preÂtendÂing you don’t know you’re talkÂing to the media. As he admits after unpackÂing one parÂticÂuÂlarÂly difÂfiÂcult issue, “It’s all… comÂpliÂcatÂed.”
The comÂplete interÂview can be viewed up top.
ColÂin MarÂshall hosts and proÂduces NoteÂbook on Cities and CulÂture. FolÂlow him on TwitÂter at @colinmarshall.
Read More...Evan Seitz creÂatÂed this one-minute aniÂmaÂtion in which each letÂter of the alphaÂbet repÂreÂsents a famous movie. How many can you name? The answers have been shared on BuzÂzfeed and The High DefÂiÂnite.
Don’t miss our colÂlecÂtion of 450 Free Movies Online, which includes many great clasÂsics, indies, docÂuÂmenÂtaries, noir films and more.
By proÂfesÂsion, Matthias RaschÂer teachÂes EngÂlish and HisÂtoÂry at a High School in northÂern Bavaria, GerÂmany. In his free time he scours the web for good links and posts the best finds on TwitÂter.
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BrainÂPickÂings recentÂly highÂlightÂed the first kiss in cinÂeÂma hisÂtoÂry. That takes you back to 1896, to a film brought to you by Thomas EdiÂson. Now we rewind the videoÂtape and present the first same-sex kiss in film hisÂtoÂry (or at least one of the earÂliÂest known ones). This BrokeÂback-before-BrokeÂback moment took place in the 1927 film Wings — the first and only silent film to win the AcadÂeÂmy Award for Best PicÂture. BudÂdy Rogers and Richard Arlen star in the film, playÂing two comÂbat pilots who vie for the affecÂtion of the same woman (Clara Bow). That’s the stoÂryÂline. But neiÂther, as writer Kevin SesÂsums writes, “shows as much love for her … as they do for each othÂer.”
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Read More...What to do about the sancÂtioned disÂtorÂtion of our politÂiÂcal sysÂtem? It’s hard to be optiÂmistic when fixÂing the probÂlem would realÂisÂtiÂcalÂly require a conÂstiÂtuÂtionÂal amendÂment. But that’s what Lawrence Lessig (HarÂvard law proÂfesÂsor and founder of CreÂative ComÂmons) is tryÂing to do. AppearÂing at Google (see below), Lessig describes how speÂcial interÂests corÂrupt our politÂiÂcal sysÂtem, and what we can do to stop it. But even Lessig will admit that it’s an uphill batÂtle.
That leaves us with the next best soluÂtion: turn a joke of an elecÂtion sysÂtem into a good joke. Enter Stephen ColÂbert. The comeÂdiÂan has creÂatÂed his own Super PAC (run by Jon StewÂart) that comes comÂplete with its own TV ads. The parÂoÂdy above — an attack ad on attack ads — makes its point pretÂty effecÂtiveÂly. You can watch eight more ColÂbert PAC comÂmerÂcials here, and make a donaÂtion to his PAC here. And, if you’re feelÂing genÂerÂous, you can show your supÂport for Open CulÂture here.
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Before pixÂels there were silÂver halide crysÂtals, and before memÂoÂry cards, film. LitÂtle yelÂlow boxÂes clutÂtered the lives of phoÂtogÂraÂphers everyÂwhere, and the EastÂman Kodak ComÂpaÂny was virÂtuÂalÂly synÂonyÂmous with phoÂtogÂraÂphy.
Things have realÂly changed. With the recent news that Kodak is teeÂterÂing on the brink of ChapÂter 11 bankÂruptÂcy, many are feelÂing nosÂtalÂgia for those litÂtle yelÂlow boxÂes and the rolls of silÂver gelatin film inside. To indulge this nostalgia–and perÂhaps learn someÂthing new about an old technology–we offer a fasÂciÂnatÂing 1958 docÂuÂmenÂtary from Kodak entiÂtled How Film is Made.
The docÂuÂmenÂtary is in Dutch, but memÂbers of the AnaÂlog PhoÂtogÂraÂphy Users Group launched a project to creÂate EngÂlish subÂtiÂtles. You can read more about the project on Dutch memÂber MarÂco Boeringa’s webÂsite. And you can watch the 18-minute film startÂing above and conÂcludÂing below.
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Last month we brought you some litÂtle-known soap comÂmerÂcials by IngÂmar Bergman. Today we present a series of lyriÂcal teleÂviÂsion adverÂtiseÂments made by the great ItalÂian filmÂmakÂer FedÂeriÂco FelliÂni durÂing the final decade of his life.
In 1984, when he was 64 years old, FelliÂni agreed to make a miniaÂture film feaÂturÂing CamÂpari, the famous ItalÂian apĂ©riÂtif. The result, Oh, che bel paeÂsagÂgio! (“Oh, what a beauÂtiÂful landÂscape!”), shown above, feaÂtures a man and a woman seatÂed across from one anothÂer on a long-disÂtance train.
The man (played by VicÂtor PoletÂti) smiles, but the woman (SilÂvia DionÂiÂsio) averts her eyes, starÂing sulÂlenÂly out the winÂdow and pickÂing up a remote conÂtrol to switch the scenery. She grows increasÂingÂly exasÂperÂatÂed as a sequence of desert and medieval landÂscapes pass by. Still smilÂing, the man takes the remote conÂtrol, clicks it, and the beauÂtiÂful CamÂpo di MiraÂcoli (“Field of MirÂaÂcles”) of Pisa appears in the winÂdow, embellÂished by a towÂerÂing botÂtle of CamÂpari.
“In just one minute,” writes TulÂlio Kezich in FedÂeriÂco FelliÂni: His Life and Work, “FelliÂni gives us a chapÂter of the stoÂry of the batÂtle between men and women, and makes refÂerÂence to the neuÂroÂsis of TV, insinÂuÂates that we’re disÂparagÂing the miracÂuÂlous gifts of nature and hisÂtoÂry, and offers the hope that there might be a screen that will bring the joy back. The litÂtle tale is as quick as a train and has a remarkÂably light touch.”
Also in 1984, FelliÂni made a comÂmerÂcial titled Alta SociÂeta (“High SociÂety”) for BarÂilÂla rigaÂtoni pasÂta (above). As with the CamÂpari comÂmerÂcial, FelliÂni wrote the script himÂself and colÂlabÂoÂratÂed with cinÂeÂmatogÂraÂphÂer Ennio Guarnieri and musiÂcal direcÂtor NicoÂla PioÂvani. The couÂple in the restauÂrant were played by GreÂta Vaian and MauÂrÂizio MauÂri. The BarÂilÂla spot is perÂhaps the least inspired of Fellini’s comÂmerÂcials. BetÂter things were yet to come.
In 1991 FelliÂni made a series of three comÂmerÂcials for the Bank of Rome called Che Brutte NotÂti or “The Bad Nights.” “These comÂmerÂcials, aired the folÂlowÂing year,” writes Peter BonÂdanelÂla in The Films of FedÂeriÂco FelliÂni, “are parÂticÂuÂlarÂly interÂestÂing, since they find their inspiÂraÂtion in varÂiÂous dreams FelliÂni had sketched out in his dream noteÂbooks durÂing his career.”
In the episode above, titled “The PicÂnic Lunch Dream,” the clasÂsic damsel-in-disÂtress sceÂnario is turned upside down when a man (played by PaoÂlo VilÂlagÂgio) finds himÂself trapped on the railÂroad tracks with a train bearÂing down on him while the beauÂtiÂful woman he was dinÂing with (Anna Falchi) climbs out of reach and taunts him. But it’s all a dream, which the man tells to his psyÂchoÂanÂaÂlyst (FerÂnanÂdo Rey). The anaÂlyst interÂprets the dream and assures the man that his nights will be restÂful if he puts his monÂey in the BanÂco di Roma.
The othÂer comÂmerÂcials, which are curÂrentÂly not availÂable online, are called “The TunÂnel Dream” and “The Dream of the Lion in the CelÂlar.” (You can watch RoberÂto Di Vito’s short, untransÂlatÂed film of FelliÂni and his crew workÂing on the project here.)
The bank comÂmerÂcials were the last films FelliÂni ever made. He died a year after they aired, at age 73. In Kezich’s view, the deeply perÂsonÂal and imagÂiÂnaÂtive ads amount to Fellini’s last tesÂtaÂment, a brief but wonÂdrous return to form. “In FedÂeriÂco’s life,” he writes, “these three comÂmerÂcial spots are a kind of IndiÂan sumÂmer, the goldÂen autumn of a patriÂarch of cinÂeÂma who, for a moment, holds again the reins of creÂation.”
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