So I just saw the film version. Quite screwed up, but also quite interesting.
I seem to be going on a bent for the experimental style literature/arts. House of Leaves, Wittgenstein's Mistress, now Naked Lunch...
That movie has so much deep down in it. Like the typewriters turned reporting agents, what are those? A symbol of how a tool turns into the end itself? One character states that he "can't do anything without a typewriter in the house" (despite the fact that one wrote in Arabic) while his wife writes free-hand. Has the means of expression become the end product and goal?
I can't fit in the beggining remark though. Writing versus re-writing. Betrayal versus protection. Argh, I'd watch it again, but I think my head would explode. It's worse than watchin the whole series of Serial Experiment Lain.
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Madness has become a succor to the bereavment of the hounds, Forever they bark their torment to the empty sky, but what torments them? The madness is a succor, but in itself torments? Does the torment oothe, for the fact that it is a different torment? Is the chosen evil better than one unchosen?
Ug, I hae to work early tomorrow, goodnight
 Nihilistic Seraph · Sun Jan 15, 2006 @ 04:44am · 1 Comments |
