Just thought I'd make anyone still around feel all eerie for no reason.
Maya Deren's Meshes of the Afternoon.
I hate it when I dream about turning into three versions of myself while chasing a mirror-faced person while having a key come out of my mouth that keeps turing into a knife, and then I die.
Let's not even touch on Kenneth Anger's Fireworks.
2 comments:
Sounds like a maya deren flick i saw once.
My first date with L. was sitting through a series of Maya Deren shorts at the Harvard Film Archive. Sort of amazing there was ever a second date.Man, that was a long time ago-fourteen years?
Hey, the blogger comments only permit Google accounts, so I'm logging in under my cooking blog identity.
-J.S. Magruder
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