lunating

There is something hilariously 'tongued-n-cheeked' about consuming literature of Jorge Castañeda's 'America Through..was it Boring..nein, Foreign Whys..Lies..Sighs..nope, here they are, blinking, winking, tickling..how could i, of course, Eyes!' (US includes 5% of the world's population and almost a quarter of its prisoners) - and hopelessly trying to construct an un-ethical and un-logical sense (or goal) of such a kind of Danish film industry's product; my (not your or Almighty) father classified it as 'postmodern', yet during tea-declassification i found no post in this box, thus i wouldn't like to even begin imagining why did anyone have to steal it - especially, since it is fully immaterial and it couldn't have any jacket in the set - and not just because postmen are not allowed to wear any (except for the lingerie, i beg their pardon) clothes in principle! Be that as it may (though we experience a certain July in Ukraine already or still), Sir Anders Thomas Jensen shouldn't be denied some acquaintance and even familirialization with the skeleton (not undead, be assured) of relationships in a male collective - connected not only by ties of blood, soil, saliva, latrine or nation, but also by reading unprecedently political literature and watching films, not deprived of the Right to Defend Specific Truths as Universal, with a cup of hot and Brexit-free tea. Moreover, Sir Gilbert Keith Chesterton once said to the heretics of his: "For the moment we have a view of the Universe, we possess it" - having added bit later: "The aim of the sculptor is to convince us that he is a sculptor; the aim of the orator is to convince us that he is not an orator" - and through the single fact of sounding these profound formulas anyone can foresee the not less single (though much more dubious) event of us - the Century Later Idle Viewers and Overseers of the staged facticities and existences no one will ever help us to classify as something which seemingly overcame our modernity; like it seemingly overcame the simple folk bloodthirst and the trademark of war.. ..and now our great-grandchildren will only have to overcome the overcoming of what has been..is there any adjective for 'overcome', dear Sirs Anders and Gilbert (?)..every past decade - then here and there may our ashes acquire 15-minute Paradise on Earth for the Dischosen.

Violence seems irremovable. Because your everyday vocabulary is the violence. By sounding out every word and formulating any sentence you commit soulless and irresponsible, albeit meaningful in hindsight, yet - an act of violence, unimaginably expansive, insurmountably expensive deed. Those who proclaim practical advantage, excellence even, of deeds over words are liars. And by branding unknown and effortlessly imaginable individuals as liars - i manifest my violent self towards them in the inevitable role of an offender (both an impotent tyrant and an omnipotent slave, simultaneously and alternately).

Now, violence can perform functions of the fear' symptom in an individual - the one that needs to be identified, diagnosed and conquered (surmounted and assimilated). For societies (nations, states) - the analogy of aforementioned 'accidentia' is the armed forces, servicemen of militaristic organizations and dubious law enforcement agencies, which provide their symptomatic services to societies (nations, states) seeking an opportunity to skulk from (hide-n-sick with) life in the apparent incurability of the disease. So why wouldn't we identify, diagnose and overcome (assimilate in a civilized manner) such an obviously maleficent symptom as the military (and the bacteria of the mythical 'common soldier')?

This part of Qatsi Project is weak, Glass' epics are semimanufactured, yet human beings (and species) who support wars, enforcement of the dubious law and military development are ready-to-cook as well, aren't they?

How infinite a polar bear can be? Is his (Her) infinity extensive, stretched, continuous, prevalent enough to remain bearable for a bear, who belief in own polarity with all Her (his) heart?

How bearable is owned by him (Her), thus owning Her (him) polarity for a bear, who had to grasp the concept of Polarity, even before understanding of his (Her) bear nature came to Her (him)?

And what is in his (Her) nature for a bear, since She (he) has no other options, except those which are polar? What were the names of those options before the Third World War?

Who can with complete confidence claim, affirm, approve, validate, that the story mentioning "a bear" in its title, could not try to jail a bear between its lines? And why do you (We) yet willing to persuade Our (your) story in its itness?

Are you (We) polar in Our (your) facts and possibilities? Do you (We) bear Our (your) facts and possibilities with infinite virtue?

Is your (Our) joy a virtue? Is Our (your) joy dignified by polarisation?

What is more infinite than your (Our) joy, if not the very end of Our (your) sorrow?

And whose heart pumps the blood of a bear, while the human brain does not accumulate (or generate) enough of the divine will to withstand its regular tides, the wonder of tideful affluxes?

And again: isn't it the right time to free your (Our) blood of itness, afresh?