16.2.26

Prose by Dominik Slusarczyk

Slusarczyk on Anne Hathaway 44: An Analysis of ‘I Dreamed a Dream’ from ‘Les Misérables’

 

            Sometimes actresses do not get to decide what lines they say. If they have to say certain things they cannot communicate with us with the words they say so they have to communicate with how they say the words they say.

            This film is about poverty. The song is about dreams. The performance is about insanity, a type of dream.

            Firstly poverty and dreams are related because poor people dream a lot. They dream about being rich. They dream about living in mansions and driving supercars. Ruch people do not dream of living in mansions because they live in mansions. They do not dream about driving supercars because they drive a supercar every day. Poor people dream more because they have less and the less you have the more you can dream of having.

            The actress walks us through a psychotic break over the course of this song. First she is so quiet she is whispering and then she starts singing beautifully when she gets to the line ‘I dreamed a dream’. That means the singing beautifully is dreaming so the quiet beforehand was not dreaming. She is sane at the start of the song and then she becomes insane.

            After that there is a word ‘shame’ which increases in volume dramatically so that is talking about the intensity of the dreams, the insanity, increasing. After that is a line that is breathless so she falls in love with the insanity which is bound to happen if the delusions are delusions of grandeur. To start with their insanity is fun but it soon changes.

            Then there is a line about her childhood being taken from her and she says the line incredibly angrily so the insanity is ruining her life and that makes her angry. She fell in love with the psychosis so she spent ages doing it so she stopped living because she spent all her time in her head. After that there is a particularly loud line with an especially loud word ‘cannot’. So if it is loud she is trying really hard so she is trying to get rid of the insanity but the word is cannot so she tries really hard to get rid of the insanity but she can’t do it.

            Finally there is a line where she is crying so she can’t force the insanity out of her head so she starts crying because she has to accept that she is crazy now.

            Over the course of this song there are a lot of lines that are whispered. The start of the song is very quiet and there is a lot whispered there but there are lines all throughout the song that are whispered. So the actress has these brief periods of sanity in the middle of the insanity. She has these brief periods where she is lucid and she tries to use those periods to force the insanity out of her mind but she can’t do it. But at the end of the song she returns to speaking quietly so she does end up sane even though she couldn’t choose to be sane. So she ends up sane but not because of anything she did she just naturally goes back to being sane.

            So the points of these quite bits is that we do not have any control over whether we are sane or insane. Some people are sane and some people are insane and there’s nothing we can do about that. Some people get lucky and some people get unlucky. Just like some people are born to billionaires and some people are born in the gutter.

 

 

Slusarczyk on Scorsese 56: An Analysis of ‘Gangs of New York’

 

            This film is about war. The war is a war between two rival gangs in New York. But they are only in a very small part of New York. They are fighting over this one square, this one intersection. They are fighting over a very small area of land.

            But they are fighting for the right to live in the city. The Natives, the bad gang. want to exterminate all the immigrants. The Dead Rabbits, the good guys, are Irish immigrants. They just want to be able to live in New York. They want to call New York home.

            The sides disagree so they have to fight. It is a war because it is endless like all wars are. It doesn’t matter what you are fighting over once you start fighting over it you will be fighting over it forever. Russia invaded Ukraine years ago. They still haven’t conquered a significant part of Ukraine. Ukraine still hasn’t kicked them out of the country. They will still be fighting years from now.

            Israel has been fighting Palestine for decades. That war has been going on for years and years. Every year Israel conquers more of Palestine but still Israel has not conquered Palestine. And the war will not end when they conquer Palestine. When they conquer Palestine the Palestinians living inside Israel will fight from the inside.

            They have started fighting so now they will be fighting for the rest of time. The fighting will only end when the land they are fighting over doesn’t exist anymore and land doesn’t just stop existing so they will be fighting for the rest of time.

            Or they will fight until the other side is extinct. They will fight until they kill every single person on the other side. The only way Palestine can win the war is if they kill all the Jews. The problem is there are Jews all over the world. They cannot possibly exterminate all the Jews so they can’t ever win the war. The war will go on forever because the land will exist forever.

            So the battle between the gangs in the film is a war because it will never end. It will never end because it is a battle over land. The native gang, The Natives, think they own the land because they were born there. The Dead Rabbits, the immigrants, just want to be allowed to live somewhere. They are running away from famine. They came to America because the alternative was death.

            They must have known how bad it was. Irish people must have sent back word. They would have told everyone exactly how racist America is. They would have told everyone about the violence and the crime. And my god there is a lot of crime. It seems everyone in the city is committing some kind of crime. They steal because they need money to get food. They steal because if they don’t steal they will starve.

            The Irish couldn’t stay in Ireland and steal to live because nobody in Ireland had any money. They had to come to America because you can make more money stealing in America because Americans have more money. They moved to America because they wanted more money.

            Isn’t that why a lot of people move? Everyone is always moving to richer countries. A lot of people move to America because America is the richest country in the world. They move there because they will make more money there than they would make anywhere else.

            But every penny they make is a penny an American doesn’t make.

            That is The Butcher’s argument. He says that every penny the Irish get is a penny an American could have got instead. The Irish person stole a ring off a woman. If he hadn’t stolen that ring an American could have come along later and stolen it for himself. So every penny the immigrants make is a penny the Americans don’t make.

            So they fight. They fight over land. They fight over money. They fight over the land because if you own the land you will make money. If you live in America you will make more money than you would if you lived anywhere else so everyone fights over the chance to live in America.

            There is a man. He has a football. He plays football in his back garden every day. But he has no friends. He does not have one friend in the whole world. So he has to play football on his own.

            He has a little goal. It is made out of plastic but the net is made out of the right material he thinks. He puts the goal in the back corner of his garden and he kicks the football at the goal. He usually scores because there is nobody in goal trying to stop the football. So he usually wins but he usually wins because he is playing himself.

            But he does not always win. Sometimes he kicks the football and he misses the goal entirely.

            He wishes he had a friend. If he has a friend they could go in goal. He would even take a turn in goal sometimes. He would dive and save the ball and he would have a lot of fun because he has never tried being in goal before. You cannot go in goal when you are playing on your own.

            Every night he goes to sleep and dreams of dancing.

 

11.2.26

Four Poems by Mark Young

Cyborg sidewalks

 

Doors open at 7:30, show starts at 8pm.

It's always polite to be there earlier.

 

Travel is a mirror for who we are.

How would you define your travel style?

 

Should you be polite to artificial intelligence?

Straight answers that are slightly polite are always good.

 

Conversation-starting pieces of clothing will easily draw attention.

Social pleasantries in questions & answers should be strongly discouraged.

 

There are three-month-old dumplings on the ceiling fan.

That's a style, not a confession.

 

 

Threshold

 

Liminal space beckons. Is filled

with fresh-cooked bagels that I

know can't be real because they

smell too good. I am standing at

the top of a stairway that leads

down to the local rail station. All

I can see are steps & a sign on

the wall that says This way to the

 

Led Zeppelin concert & looks out of

date. The smell of bagels comes up

from the bottom of the stairs: there

are no signs of trains or travelers;

posts an emptiness that is both im-

minent & has fragrant disconcerts.

 

 

A line from Leopold von Sacher-Masoch

 

Is there a border we will never cross,

or are there only plateaux that

follow on from one another, each at

a different height? Some things I

 

can never know for sure; but I remind

myself that every day is a new begin-

ning, that from now on I no longer exist

as I am, or was, or ever will be again.

 

 

A rarely explored tonal pathway

 

He tore pages out of An

Open Doorway to the Almighty

& ate them. They repeated on

him, percussive, but still melo-

dic, much like a glockenspiel.

5.2.26

The Tin, by Pravasan Pillay

I place the flat tin of sardines, which was bought from Lidl at a cost of 19 kronor, on the kitchen countertop. The rectangular tin is packed inside a sealed cardboard box with the dimensions 11cmx6.5cmx3cm. The information on the box is in Swedish and Finnish: The skin-and-bone free sardines are packed in sunflower oil and a lemon slice, weighs 125g net and 90g drained. The fish (sardina pilchardus) were caught with purse seine nets and trawlers in the Eastern Central Atlantic – FAO Area 34.

The box also has barcodes on three sides, nutrition listings, and a best before date of 31.12.2028 – listed below the date is the following text: “L043T Morocco 1156”. The box is predominantly blue in colour and, on the front, has a picture of sardine fillets placed on a white plate, and garnished with lemon slices as well as leaves of some sort – which is presented as a serving suggestion.  

I start to remove the cardboard around the tin. The box flaps are glued shut and require using a fingernail to pick an edge loose and to then peel open. I try to not tear the glued flap, but even so, some tearing happens. The tin, which measures 10.5cmx6.3cmx2.8cm, fits snugly in the box, but also slides out without much effort. It’s silverish in colour, with a slight bronze tinge, and a dull shine.

The longer sides of the tin are lined with about ten protruding ridges each, while the shorter sides are lined with three ridges each. The bottom has two shallow oblong depressions, one nesting inside the other. (The number 32 is faintly stamped in the innermost oblong.) There is also a small dent on the underside, about two centimeters in length.

The tin’s lid is imprinted with the same info found on the side of the box – “31.12.2028” and “L043T Morocco 1156.” – but they are askew. This is the only text on the tin. The lid also has nested oblong depressions, though these are larger in dimension. On one end of the lid is the ring tab with which to open the tin. The ring tab looks much like those on soda cans but broader. It’s pear-shaped with a large hole at the bottom through which one can grasp the tab.

The bottom of the tab – the part to be lifted – rests on two bumps, which results in the tab being raised slightly above the surface of the lid. Between these bumps, and underneath the tab, is small indentation. The combined effect of the bumps and the indentation allows the tab to be easily held and lifted from the surface – without using anything, such as a butter knife for example, to pry it up.  

Using one hand to hold down the tin, I grasp and lift the tab more than 90 degrees with my other hand, which causes the tab to push down into the lid, and for the lid to cave in somewhat, revealing a sliver of oil as the seal is broken. I insert a finger into the tab, and using my thumb as leverage, I pull it slowly towards me, allowing the thin lid to be incrementally peeled away from the tin. The lid, which is oily underneath, and which now has a curved shape, requires a bit of jiggling to completely detach.