Blow Up...IV

[Ian Livingston]

Wallace died of depression, not enlightenment.

On Sat, Sep 29, 2012 at 6:37 AM, Bled Welder <bledwelder at gmail.com> wrote:

> I don't mean to interrupt what could be described as a work of genius,
> this mail, below, but I want to fly?
>
> There was something about *Wallace*.  Why did he die.
>
> Because he did two things.  He wrote a book on infinity--and then he
> looked in the mirror...
>
>
> On Fri, Sep 28, 2012 at 6:44 PM, <bandwraith at aol.com> wrote:
>
>>
>> Something about technology, A' and the reduction of one's essence to
>> fewer dimensions than it takes for one to be... Might be why P eschews the
>> media for anonymity, and allows himself to be known only via his literary
>> output. Somehow this media asceticism allows him, paradoxically, to inhabit
>> and invigorate his constructions so much more than if he were to, say, go
>> on a typical book tour, ala DFW. There areother benefits, of course, like,
>> well, like not having to be accused of
>> "bogarting that joint" by a bunch of groupies:
>>
>> http://youtu.be/EvGJvzwKqg0
>>
>>
>> When I saw this article in The Guardian:
>>
>> http://www.guardian.co.uk/**film/filmblog/2012/sep/27/**
>> michelangelo-antonioni-**centenary-forgotten-giant<http://www.guardian.co.uk/film/filmblog/2012/sep/27/michelangelo-antonioni-centenary-forgotten-giant>
>>
>> It reminded me of the classic 60's movie, Blowup:
>>
>> http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/**Blowup<http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Blowup>
>>
>> Another interesting take on authority and photography, wherein the the
>> lines betwixt image and reality are also blurred. But this time I thought
>> of Doc, watching the video of Glen's murder and knowing that he  (Doc) is
>> lying unconscious somewhere just out of view. Doc puts himself in the
>> video. He straddles the line between image and reality. Of course, he
>> doesn't know that he's really a fictional character, but  that's okay. We
>> do, and  we're real enough...
>>
>>
>>
>


-- 
"Less than any man have I  excuse for prejudice; and I feel for all creeds
the warm sympathy of one who has come to learn that even the trust in
reason is a precarious faith, and that we are all fragments of darkness
groping for the sun. I know no more about the ultimates than the simplest
urchin in the streets." -- Will Durant
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