Have you ever seen the movie, Wings of Desire? Your blog posts sometimes remind me of a couple scenes I love from that film: (1) as a man lays dying, an angel in a dark trenchcoat and a ponytail comes to comfort him, and the man begins listing off snatchets of memories, and (2) this same angel and one of his comrades meet in the heart of the city, in someone's open convertible, to compare notes about fantastic, ordinary things they've witnessed that day. I love that movie. Your blog's not bad either.
Thanks. I have seen "Wings of Desire." A bit turgid in spots, but some wonderful scenes. (Of course, I saw it with my father who complained about the movie all the way through, so some of his thinking may have rubbed off on me.) I see what you're saying about that movie and this blog, and it makes sense. I don't think the movie influenced this blog, but the feelsense of the movie and the blog are meant to be fairly similar.
Turgid? Hey, really, you're right. And what a great word you're right with. After I posted my remark, I realized I should have said, "I loved that movie." Past tense. In a bygone decade it was my favorite. Last time I watched it--this was in the 21st century--I was ready to allow that it had some issues (oozes?). Still. It's a gorgeous movie to watch with the subtitles and the soundtrack turned off. Maybe we should splice in your syndicated footnotes, keep the Nick Cave tunes, and have ourselves a perfect film.
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Have you ever seen the movie, Wings of Desire? Your blog posts sometimes remind me of a couple scenes I love from that film: (1) as a man lays dying, an angel in a dark trenchcoat and a ponytail comes to comfort him, and the man begins listing off snatchets of memories, and (2) this same angel and one of his comrades meet in the heart of the city, in someone's open convertible, to compare notes about fantastic, ordinary things they've witnessed that day. I love that movie. Your blog's not bad either.
Geo,
Thanks. I have seen "Wings of Desire." A bit turgid in spots, but some wonderful scenes. (Of course, I saw it with my father who complained about the movie all the way through, so some of his thinking may have rubbed off on me.) I see what you're saying about that movie and this blog, and it makes sense. I don't think the movie influenced this blog, but the feelsense of the movie and the blog are meant to be fairly similar.
Geof
Turgid? Hey, really, you're right. And what a great word you're right with. After I posted my remark, I realized I should have said, "I loved that movie." Past tense. In a bygone decade it was my favorite. Last time I watched it--this was in the 21st century--I was ready to allow that it had some issues (oozes?). Still. It's a gorgeous movie to watch with the subtitles and the soundtrack turned off. Maybe we should splice in your syndicated footnotes, keep the Nick Cave tunes, and have ourselves a perfect film.
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