She, Deneuve. is in a film in my top-ten film list: Dancer In The Dark. Not only did I love this movie from seeing it–I rented from store, I think–I loved that Bjork won the Cannes Film Festival award, female role this being her first acting project, one bleeping song being nominated for Best Orig.Song, or whatever it’s called, and she looses to who?, BLEEPING Bob Dillan!!!!!!!!!!! (I’ve never taken to Dillan, didn’t when I was young–[Led Zeppellin].)
so I was thrice-cooked pissed off!!!
I followed Bjork for awhile for that, then I saw Joanna Newsom works and BAAM, I followed her brilliant, 100% American rise-to Super Stardom to be disabused of my fandom by a, quip onstage—I’ve never seen her live she being spitting-distance from me on the Y’s tour.
She said: I don’t the exact words
What is the first thing that came to mind when I saw this emetic?
Well, there is only one appropriate response to that picture: A picture or altarpiece in three compartments
Here the soil is barren
Here – nothing grows
They – know not what they do
You – your forgiveness
Falls as dew
Nailed upon a wooden frame
Twisted yet unbroken
Open mounted a silent choir
Never was there heard a sound
Until the heavens opened
Now the tide is turning
To other-wordly yearning
Through the sun’s eclipse seems final
Surely he will rise again
Roxy Music, Triptych, album Country Life
From pages 5 – 6, The Undiscovered Self, by Carl G. Jung:
Any theory based on experience is necessarily statistical; it formulates an ideal average which abolishes all exceptions at either end of the scale and replaces them by an abstract mean. This mean is quite valid, though it need not necessarily occur in reality. Despite this it figures in the theory as an unassailable fundamental fact. The exceptions at either extreme, though equally factual, do not appear in the final result at all, since they cancel each other out. If, for instance, I determine the weight of each stone in a bed of pebbles and get an average weight of five ounces, this tells me very little about the real nature of the pebbles. Anyone who thought, on the basis of these findings, that he could pick up a pebble of five ounces at the first try would be in for a serious disappointment. Indeed, it might well happen that however long he searches he would not find a single pebble weighing exactly five ounces.