Termite Gumbo

Centrist revelations abound among repetitions & revisitings.

Pounding backbeats beaten by [(Don't Get)] warm[welcomes]th.

Charcoal animation, taken from from Point of View: An Anthology of the Moving Image (2003).

Still it's really tall. Still it's really floundering/falling/fading.

Strings together what's strung together (please use yr tether).

A short movie about a guy living in his own world.

Writing late becomes usual, we are always too late. Boris was my alter ego and I was his alter ego. Now that he is no longer here, I can be honest.

Cinema and painting establish a fluid dialogue and begins with introspection in the themes and forms of the plastic work of a woman tormented by the elongated specters, originating from her obsessions and nightmares.

Slowed, stowed, achingly retold.

Rather than writing a simple letter to explain his absence from the press conference for his latest Cannes entry, "Goodbye to Language," at the Cannes Film Festival, instead, legendary filmmaker Jean-Luc Godard created a video "Letter in motion to (Cannes president) Gilles Jacob and (artistic director) Thierry Fremaux." The video intercuts from Godard speaking cryptically about his "path" to key scenes from Godard classics such as "Alphaville" and "King Lear" with Burgess Meredith and Molly Ringwald, and quotes poet Jacques Prevert and philosopher Hannah Arendt.

Avant-garde homage to pre-revolution Russian silent movies, and to the poet Aleksandr Blok.

Italian immigrant kidnaps a wealthy British woman, and they fall in love.

This cacophony runs over me, over everything I see, everything I want to see: it's me.

A story of broken humanity following the invasion of a technologically superior alien species. Bleak, harrowing, and unrelenting, the humans must find enough courage to go on fighting.

Rosso Fiorentino's painting "The Deposition of the Cross" comes to life. The Christ is gradually removed from his cross by the biblical characters who surround him.

It's time the times met each other over & over.

Don't ask me why, but I feel we're about to cry trying.

Abandoning the Abaddon-loathed abandoner opens plenty of reclaimed... everything(s).

Locked away but not away; somewhere nearby but unreachable, a periphery so notfaroff it's always in sight.

Running up that [mountainous-outcropping] because there is none of this that's stopping.