Comments on: My Eager Eyes

By: Amy Ponomarev

Amy Ponomarev — Tue, 08 Mar 2011 00:32:23 +0000

Perhaps it’s an obvious point — but I don’t think Lulu’s relieved. When Jack the Ripper murders Lulu the prostitute it’s murder. And murder is murder after all, even if the song is nice. This is not a moral idea.

Does the ideal hold its opposite, or does our talent for darkness stretch our capacity for joy?

I knew a hooker who was a literary genius. She’d been through years of torture-like violence. When she finally overcame the experience, the reaction of ‘hip’ writers on the sexual edge shocked her.

They ostracized her for, essentially, being a hooker. They made her feel bad about the vivid intensity of her gifts. It was too much for them, although privately they marvelled at the capacity of her instrument, her startling fluency.

I mention this because it reminds me of the inevitable predictability of Lulu’s murder. Watching the video I felt she was murdered because she’s so vividly alive.

Even if we have the lips of a spider drinking blood with pure bliss, when Jack the Ripper slits a hooker’s throat it’s murder.

By: Amy Bebeme

Amy Bebeme — Fri, 02 Apr 2010 00:00:05 +0000

When movement stops:

Until, flicked by feeling on a gildered street
I call you by name, my green, my fluent mundo
You will have stopped revolving except in crystal

W Stevens, Notes TSF

By: Amy Bebeme

Amy Bebeme — Tue, 30 Mar 2010 04:03:53 +0000

When movement stops – the ideal endures, sometimes the moment expands to contain our entire life. Very moved by everyone’s thoughts here. XO

By: Bella

Bella — Wed, 27 Jan 2010 03:30:17 +0000

Before three minutes and onwards you can see in particular in this video why the cult of Louse Brooks endures, beyond her sexual allure.

She seems like a friend with whom you’ve been out of touch, remember vividly, and regard with affection.

The weak, plaintive voice of young male yearning will always lean to such beauty.

By: JShield

JShield — Tue, 11 Aug 2009 16:47:24 +0000

Louise Brooks wrote: “The great art of films does not consist in descriptive movement of face and body, but in the movements of thought and soul transmitted in a kind of intense isolation.” I feel like it relates to your beautiful observations here. When the movement stops, thought and soul have to go elsewhere.

Thank you! I love your posts.