Wednesday, August 23, 2006
Saint Michael of Corleone
I watched The Godfather last night. As I see it, the story is usually read as the descent into evil of an innocent. But I see the story of an innocent awakening to something that
he must conclude. When Michael Corleone is in hiding in Sicily, he
falls truly in love. He is very happy, when the life he is in hiding
from reaches out to destroy his beloved. He sees that he can bring it
to an end, and that he must do it. Even though he will have to assume a
role immersed in this terrible world, and appear to do terrible things.
He is a man who has seen his fate. In it's period context, this is an
allegory of Europe realising that Fascism must be stopped.
This is the tragedy of The Godfather part 3; it was a wasted
opportunity for a truly enlightening trilogy. I wish someone had
pointed this out to Coppola.
I watched The Godfather last night. As I see it, the story is usually read as the descent into evil of an innocent. But I see the story of an innocent awakening to something that
he must conclude. When Michael Corleone is in hiding in Sicily, he
falls truly in love. He is very happy, when the life he is in hiding
from reaches out to destroy his beloved. He sees that he can bring it
to an end, and that he must do it. Even though he will have to assume a
role immersed in this terrible world, and appear to do terrible things.
He is a man who has seen his fate. In it's period context, this is an
allegory of Europe realising that Fascism must be stopped.
This is the tragedy of The Godfather part 3; it was a wasted
opportunity for a truly enlightening trilogy. I wish someone had
pointed this out to Coppola.
Love and dancing
I am very into club trance right now. The stuff from right at the end of the last century.
It is a truly european art form. I hear the classic sequencer music pioneered in Germany and the light sensibility of uk synth pop. Tangerine Dream, Kraftwerk, loved up UK acid.
But it is like it is expressing something different. It is so joyful; my masculine hears freedom, my feminine hears love. It is like a truly modern human celebration of being.
There is the beat, which I used to hear like dots on a score, in a line. Now I hear it all in the same place, changing, unfolding, ever upwards. The ostinato spins around this relentless movement, like petals from the centre of the flower.
I am very into club trance right now. The stuff from right at the end of the last century.
It is a truly european art form. I hear the classic sequencer music pioneered in Germany and the light sensibility of uk synth pop. Tangerine Dream, Kraftwerk, loved up UK acid.
But it is like it is expressing something different. It is so joyful; my masculine hears freedom, my feminine hears love. It is like a truly modern human celebration of being.
There is the beat, which I used to hear like dots on a score, in a line. Now I hear it all in the same place, changing, unfolding, ever upwards. The ostinato spins around this relentless movement, like petals from the centre of the flower.
