Looking for writing peace

Tomorrow I go to the British Library to read: Chaves, Irma. A traição da linguagem : uma análise da poesia de Carlos Pena Filho. No funding to study, so I will be doing it by myself.

Other thoughts. An article about the film District 9 by my friend Alfredo Suppia.
Alfredo teaches cinema at UFJF in Brazil.

Connections to City of Men and Blindness. I don't like Science Fiction. AT ALL. I grew up in a house full of my father's collections of magazines and stories and typed personal sightings - he was a member of the local UFO society in the 1950s and 1960s. I hate the pornographic element of that era of Sci-fi. But the political implications of these recent films, is as Alfredo is pointing out, a matter of some deep seated fears of other people in the mass. Especially in Brazil as Rio now has to consider what to do about the divisions in that city before it becomes an Olympic unity. Discuss. Alfredo presented a paper about the film City of Men at a Leeds University World Cinema conference in 2007. There is some academic writing about the film which was made by the Mexican director Alfonso Cuaron for Universal as having a different concept to the very English work of PD James who wrote the book. It revolves around questions of aesthetics, politics and ways of representation. Here is my essay on the matter.....

Blindness which is based on a book by Jose Saramago, the Nobel prize winning Portuguese writer, which has had a similar discussion of the differences when the film maker (The Brazilian Fernando Merielles) has an apparantly different agenda. District 9 has South Africa ( Neill Blomkamp) and New Zealand (Peter Jackson). I know that race agendas in these two countries have a different history in some ways.

At the same time I bought the DVD of De Battre mon coeur s'est arrete (The Beat that my heart skipped (Romain Durais,2005)) which is set in contemporary Paris. I first saw it at the Arts Cinema in Cambridge. It has very specific points about identity and migration and talent to make, as a 'remake' of an older film called Fingers (1978) - about piano playing in actuality. Ironic as I now find I have a genetic condition where my heart does indeed 'skip' beats.

So an older question currently in my mind is the ability of personalised fictional story versus the more mass movement 'action' sort of story - a bit ying and yang of the range of story telling - to make similar points about the reaction of contemporary society to the issues of how others live and how threatening we might find that. Or indeed the prejudices and assumptions of our own experience as to what the 'genre' description might promise us as 'entertainment' or 'enlightenment'. I am also considering a book Filmosophy by Daniel Frampton alongside all this.

How much does what we 'think' we are going to see and learn affect what we think a film is about. We are conditioned by critical reviews that concentrate on plot, on the actors, on the director, on the location, on the 'genre', on the cinematic visuality. There are other ways we 'read' film on a personal enjoyment level. I saw very little film or television in that same house of my childhood. So my readings are not conditioned by years of exposure to all kinds of filmic experience. Each film I see is selected to suit my own formed prejudices and I won't waste time 'gazing' at things that don't interest me. Possibly a more obscure critical view that does not relate to those used to seeing a lot of visual entertainment. I don't know. And I don't have the time to replace 50 years of 'not knowing' about that kind of infiltration of the senses. So my film 'philosophy' might be very different from the next person. Or no two people see it the same. But they try to bond over shared 'likes' and 'dislikes' in media. Or at least the young do. A very powerful marketing tool for media as we all know. My own younger daughter was, and is, addicted to Science Fiction. From Buffy to District 9. But she did not read the latter film in the same way that I did. And it is not just the fact that I went to South Africa as a teenager when it was still under apartheid and have experience of the vast favelas of Brazil as well. She has a degree in philosophy from the University of Kent. Where they study this kind of thing.

This interesting interview with the director of District 9, Neill Blomkamp, shows how he attributes film and visual and graphic effects as his learning inspiration. The political side, as he admits, is much less knowingly absorbed as an influence, even as a child growing up with apartheid. A lot of film directors seem to have that awareness of visual language first, and story-boarding films comes out of that idea of how the film will look on the screen before all else. I call it the 'squared' effect - making boundaries first. Graphic or digitised films show this even more as the 'artificial' aesthetic strictures make quite limited visual shows. I am going to see the No ghost just a shell exibition of an Manga character called Annlee by two french artists at the Tate Modern again tomorrow just to check on this.

Back to the jigsaw of life

I come back to Knowing after a long gap. I stopped because it all got too personal and I switched to daily 'blog drafts' which remain locked in my computer.
But to summarise, the personal comprised health issues, for which I am now waiting for a second operation at Papworth Hospital in Cambridgeshire. It also has the unexpected but delightful company of a granddaughter, the lovely serene Molly Ava, who lives 3 miles away and gives us all a reason to smile. It has expanded my places to write to 2 rooms upstairs, one on the cool back side of the house, and the other on the sunny front overlooking the whole village. The big Leylandi trees have been cut down for firewood and the autumn colours are just wonderful. I have stacks of apples in the kitchen waiting to be cut up and put in the freezer, which makes me seem much more domestic than I am. There is an uneasy truce around and a change afoot of which I can say no more.
I found this Australian lady finding herself in the very village and area in which I live, a rather different experience to my own, but very interesting to see your own surroundings from a different enquirying mind.
Lost in Arcadia

I am re-reading my battered old copy of Pedagogy of the Oppressed by Paulo Freire which I 'deselected' from the library I ran some years ago. That is because my studies are centering on a 'philosophy of development' at present - how does culture tackle the representation of poverty...and whose culture does it use, morally 'universalise' and all that kind of stuff.

My most recent film - 2 actually, 1 documentary and 1 fiction at the Barbican annual Brazilian Film Festival, run each year by Adriana Rouanet (PHD student at Kings College, London). The theme this year was Urban Tales. Both the films featured a story 'within' a story. Jardim Angela was a documentary of youngsters in Sao Paulo making their own films with professional help, and followed the story they devised and the most talkative member of the team as he expressed his experience and life in a gang. The second was Basic Sanitation (Saneamento Basico,2007) which I had been waiting sometime to see, which is a fictional story of a group of responsible young adults who make a very bad film about a monster (Actually ironically a kind of 'Creature of the Black Lagoon') because they cannot get the money for a sewage system which is needed for their village. It was a wicked ironic working of the 'system' in Southern Brazil by Jorge Furtado, who was there to answer questions afterwards. But it was the full audience that unwittingly caused a bigger laugh. Most Brazilians in London who come to events like this festival are young educated professionals and students, wealthy or middle class and from the South. (There are other Brazilians working in London in kitchens and cleaning and as we all know as electricians - the festival had a promotion for the Jean Charles Menezes film -but they do not go to this kind of event. )
One young lady congratulated Jorge on making a film about 'her Brazil' - expressing delight that it was not all the stuff about gangs and violence and poverty that the British think from the Brazilian films that are usually shown in the cinema here. Jorge made a comment on 'para ingleses ver', and then said he had been told the apopcrypal story that it is thought that the Queen of England thinks that the world smells of fresh paint, because where ever she visits that is what she can smell. It was such a wonderful and ironic response, when the real subject of his film was the inability of the Brazlian system to provide basic sanitation in a village that in other respects looked like Switzerland, much less for the crowded and disgusting hovels that are home to millions of much less privileged Brazilians. At one point in the film there is actually a discussion on how the smell of flowers can be replicated in a film at all - a very ironic point about the whole process of how film represents, or does not.
The English are not blind when they visit Brazil. What they can't understand is why the wealthy Brazilians they meet in London don't want to do anything about it but ring their hands, make films and collect money for charities. That is a little harsh. But you can see why it was funny in a black kind of way. I am sure Jorge Furtado will remember it. I amused myself by asking the young men next to me (Brazilian film students) if they thought the sequence of motorbike riding in the film was from a 'romantic 1950s chanchada'. They had the wit to ask Jorge what his influences were - he told them Billy Wilder. It was in fact a homage to Walter Salles film about Che - Motorcycle Diaries.

Jetaisla

My use of this French construction as an identity is due to the numerous ways it can be arranged to make a sentence. There is a French song of the same title too.

See this example from Toog'sblog.


jeudi, septembre 08, 2005


j'étais là et là et là et là
posted by toog at 13:31

http://toog.blogspot.com/2005/09/jtais-l-et-l-et-l-et-l.html

There is a photograph that goes with this on Toog's website. Toog is a musican, photographer with an interesting background who lives in Paris. The grammatical exercise below is the sort of thing used by students in the Paris uprisings of 1968.


Conjuguer amélipouliniser au présent de l'indicatif



J'amélipoulinise Edith Piaf
Tu amélipoulinises Edith Piaf
Il amélipoulinise Edith Piaf
Nous amélipoulinisons Edith Piaf
Vous amélipoulinisez Edith Piaf
Ils amélipoulinisent Edith Piaf

Join the Club: Julian Gallo

13th March 2008.

I found this blog when checking on my artist friend Cesar Cornejo (www.cesarcornejo.com) .

He seems to be an Iberian friendly New York fiction writer who blogs to shift writer's block, like me.


http://www.juliangallo.net/blog.cfm?showmonth=8&showyear=2006&showall=1

Welcome To The Club
Have you ever felt that obtaining just a little peace of mind was a Sisyphian effort? Just when you think you're getting there, the boulder just rolls right over you again and you have to start over? Have you ever been accused of being "selfish" by those who always want it their way? Have you ever been accused of being "angry" just because you have an opinion? Have you ever had anyone get angry with you and then not tell you what their angry about? They just stop talking to you and expect you to coddle them and ask them "what's wrong" when it is obvious that it is they who have the problem? Have you ever been criticized for not living up to the expectations others have of you? Expectations that they have defined and not yourself? Have you ever been accused of being "rebellious" and "anti-social" just because you live your life not doing everything that you're told? Is blind obedience to other's standards preferable to thinking and living for yourself? Have you ever been the source of other people's amusement merely because you aren't just like them? In other words, if you don't think, act and/or behave like them, then there's something wrong with you? If you have, welcome to the club. As a grown man, I am tired of all this but yet this is the sort of thing I seem to meet on a daily basis. Maybe it's a cultural thing, I don't know. All I know is there are a hell of a lot of people out there who seem to think if you don't conform to their personal view of the world, then you are either "angry", "anti-social", "rebellious", etc etc. Well...sorry folks. Sorry to disappoint you. Sorry that I am not you. I guess that's a good enough reason to hold it against me. Just think of all the energy you are expending to let me know this. Meanwhile, in the grand scheme of things, I really could care less what you think. So go ahead and expend all that energy. What harm are you really doing to me?

Wedding Anniversary

Today I have been married for 28 years. And today I cannot see how I can carry on with it. I am tired of the ties that bind, especially the economic ones.
Tired of always having to compromise and put others first. The accountant and I are on divergent paths. The supportive railway tracks are cracking up.
I have been away from home for two long periods already in the last 3 years. Now the walls of my house are caving in again and I need to leave once more.
This is more than depression and empty nest syndrome. This is bad.

Two days at home without academic stimulation and I am crawling up the walls. I missed an opportunity to go to London to a seminar on the work of Derek Jarman. See

http://www.serpentinegallery.org/2008/02/conference_against_the_grain_1.html

I am interested in his film Blue, but I think it is showing at the exhibition of his work at the Serpentine Gallery. It felt a bit silly to go to the seminar without seeing the exhibition. I was interested in hearing differing critical viewpoints in the area of visual art and film. One of the speakers was Laura Mulvey.

Bad news for a globalised hybridity study really. And for the image of myself in this blog which I realise is very much an English lady, with all the limitations that implies. Is leaving your husband like childbirth - not understoood as dangerous to the mind until too late ?

I return to the subject of the hour. Overall musing about this dissertation. These are the pieces that are not usually revealed by writers of any type. NOT having a clear overall view of the topic for one thing. Mixing the personal with the impersonal for another. More mind mapping I think.

Big Flakes of Snow - and Amarelo Manga and hybridity

Why does a snowy view always make it seem like a holiday ? and why does the expectation of snow always seem like a good thing …. Or am I just a very flaky sort ?

No snow to speak of, and yet I am still pondering and distracting myself with the thought, even though I am supposed to be writing about Recife, a city which I am certain has never seen a snowflake.

Let us banish the doubts and evaluate the results of my mind mapping on Hybridity. I did a strong speaking out loud simplification, but did not record it.

So do I do as I suggested and continue mind mapping work that I have already carried out?

Or do I start doing some editing of work I already did in the past, given that I only have about 500 words to begin with for my descriptive understanding of the process of hybridity anyway.

It would be nice to map out particular places in the whole dissertation where I am likely to refer to hybridity. Maybe ask myself why this particular theoretical descriptive idea can be of use in my dissertation as a whole. A question never particularly asked in this theory – response method before, because the nature of the dissertation is to ‘look to the text’ (or meaning?) of the work under examination in order to elucidate a contribution to academic learning. This is a film which at heart is critical of the influence of culture, and of ‘textual’, and ‘semiotic’ descriptions. So a textual or semiotic approach has not really seemed appropriate. It is not entirely a fictional piece, in the sense that it captures and uses realities of previous cultural history as well as cinematic shots of the real contemporary streets of Recife and its people. It is very difficult to honestly extricate this film from the social and cultural context in which it is both made and which it seeks to expand knowledge of. Paying attention only to the narrative and the characters is to miss half the meaning of the film. I check and find I had the same kind of discussion with myself, and as I recall, with a couple of Brazilian academics in May last year.
I did decide early on to pay considerable attention to the ‘geography’ of the film. In part this was because the city of Recife is familiar to me, and I can spot the particular locations and the significance of how some of them presented. In addition, rather than an associated ‘semiotic’, even a visual reading of some of the locations and events, it became apparent that some of the scenes were essentially recreations of previous literary descriptions of the city from some of it’s most famous writers and their most well known works. But I did not really understand the subversive nature of the yellow metaphor in the film until I read Tempo Amarelo, the book by Renato Carneiro Campos that is quoted in the film. About RCC -

http://www.alepe.pe.gov.br/perfil/links/RenatoCarneiroCampos.html

Why I worry about blossom on trees

It is the begining of March. And at the end of my garden are two wild mirabelle plum trees, one that produces tiny yellow fruit and one that has red. We make jam and sometimes I bottle them in the old fashioned way that my parents did. The blossom is white, and early. So early that all week I have worried that the frost and snow and heavy storms of this week will kill the blossom and we will lose the fruit.

Where I grew up as a teenager in Central Otago, New Zealand , there was many acres of fruit trees - plums, greengages, and apples, but even more cherries, peaches, nectarines and above all many varieties of apricots which thrived in the hot summers. But the winters were severely cold and frosty, and the orchardists protected the fragile blossom by burning pots of oil under the branches – a messy system that required alarms to awaken the family to refill the frost pots during the long night. Nowadays a system of pumped water sprays are automated to sprinkle the trees and freeze a glassy shell over the blossom and buds at the exact 1 degree Celsius that would prevent any further damage to the fruiting of the tree. Environmentally more friendly to the air, but the water is available due to the flooding of the river valley for a dam and irrigation systems in a very dry region.

The resources of my East Anglian garden can offer no such protection to my potential plum crop this year. So I can only hope that the snow comes before the frost and allows the buds to be protected under a white blanket. What makes me worry about natural things that cannot be altered like this ?