Video Musing
There's a movie I like that some critics say is fodder for the pompous but those critics are usually white people who cut tall poppies with such vertically sublime modesty.
In the film the poetic is intense and imbued with symbolism. Onboard a ship a sailor is ill and the narrator relates that at the moment of death a stream of butterflies burst through every pore of his body.
The protagonist who's already been murdered in a mugging has a double so you can't tell them apart.
A visit to an island of a blind hermit occurs and the hermit tells a story about the universe that was so expansive and orthogonally lyrical that me and two poet friends had to stop the movie just to breathe, smoke, whatever
In the film the poetic is intense and imbued with symbolism. Onboard a ship a sailor is ill and the narrator relates that at the moment of death a stream of butterflies burst through every pore of his body.
The protagonist who's already been murdered in a mugging has a double so you can't tell them apart.
A visit to an island of a blind hermit occurs and the hermit tells a story about the universe that was so expansive and orthogonally lyrical that me and two poet friends had to stop the movie just to breathe, smoke, whatever
