Showing posts with label Thanatos. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Thanatos. Show all posts

Thursday, February 18, 2010

And So Seasonal Depression Sets In

With all apologies:

February is the shittiest month, being
All cold, and covered in ice, mixing
Mud and snow and gunk, staying
Overcast and lame.







Friday, April 10, 2009

5 Thoughts On a Thursday Friday

I started this posting yesterday afternoon, and am just now finishing it today. It's one of three or four longer postings that I've been sitting on for a while now. Hopefully I will get to the others sometime soon.

1) Eliot says that April is the cruelest month, but I say that's a load of crap. April is much nicer than August, November, December, January, February, or March. That puts at just at or maybe even a little above average in my book. Really, "The Wasteland" should start: "April is the cruelest month, except for all those other months that are even worse..." I don't know. Maybe it's an English thing. What with the rain and all.

2) Speaking of The Lost Generation, buy me this book.

3) Last night On Wednesday, R.A. and I went to The Empty Bottle to watch Jason Webley play. Jason has the most fun-per-pound of any musician that I have ever seen. Every time that I have seen him he has been a one-man show (although I guess that he has a band that he tours with from time to time) and he plays the guitar, accordion, jug of coins, and there's lots of clapping and stomping and shouting. It's actually kinda hard to compare him to anything... Maybe like Dick van Dyke from "Mary Poppins" if Bert were way more into Thanatos and numerology.* Either way, Jason rarely comes to Chicago, so we need to get to work to make sure that he comes back soon.

Also, my high opinion of Jason Webley has nothing to do with the fact that I got to hang out with him after he played at Bard one time, and that R.A. and I drove him to the Kingston bus station the next day.

4) How about those Tar Heels? I have come to believe that the "madness" in March Madness is due to the fact that the betting formats are set up so that someone like me, who barely follows college basketball and picks a little more than half of the match-ups correctly through the first four rounds, can end up second in his pool just by getting lucky in the Final Four.

Also, I love this video:



Ten minutes of Obama talking to some dude from ESPN about his bracket picks. I like the video because I get the feeling that Obama is barely tolerating the fact that he has to do this. You really start to get this impression around 8:11, when he starts talking about the NATO summit. As in, "This is fun, but I should really be going and preparing for the NATO summit."

5) "It was hard to imagine someone so beautiful could be real. I was afraid that he might disappear in a sudden puff of smoke, and I would wake up." - Bella Swan

"Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, and it may be necessary from time to time to give a stupid or misinformed beholder a black eye." - Miss Piggy


* Come to think of it, maybe Bert is always already into those things. He's kind of like a crazy hobo who magicks unsuspecting little bourgeois kids into the nether-realms. What the hell is that show about, anyways?!

Thursday, November 20, 2008

Thursday: What I Have Been Reading, Vampire Edition!

First off, reviews of the new movie "Twilight." The reviews are all pretty "so-so," mostly involving praise for the cast and the director, Catherine Hardwicke. Some of what I consider to be highlights are as follows:

The New York Times
gets the tone of the critic perfectly when it opens its review with:

It’s love at first look instead of first bite in “Twilight,” a deeply sincere, outright goofy vampire romance for the hot-not-to-trot abstinence set. Based on the foundational book in Stephenie Meyer’s best-selling multivolume series, “The Twilight Saga” (four doorstops and counting), this carefully faithful adaptation traces the sighs and whispers, the shy glances and furious glares of two unlikely teenage lovers who fall into each other’s pale, pale arms amid swirling hormones, raging instincts, high school dramas and oh-so-confusing feelings, like, OMG he’s SO HOT!! Does he like ME?? Will he KILL me??? I don’t CARE!!! :)


LOL. But the Times also touches it with a needle when it concludes:

If Ms. Meyer has made the vampire story safe for her readers (and their parents) — the sole real menace comes from a half-baked subplot involving some swaggering vampires who like their steak saignant and human — it’s only because she suggests that there actually is something worse than death, especially for teenagers: sex. Faced with the partially clad Bella (who would bite if she could), Edward recoils from her like a distraught Victorian. Like Ms. Hardwicke, the poor boy has been defanged and almost entirely drained. He’s so lifeless, he might as well be dead — oops, he already is.


Meanwhile, on the other side of the aisle sits Time Magazine's Richard Corliss, who judges that, "So Twilight isn't a masterpiece — no matter. It rekindles the warmth of great Hollywood romances, where foreplay was the climax and a kiss was never just a kiss." Can you see my eyes rolling?

However, Mr. Corliss does manage to win the award for "Most Outrageous Statements Likely to Anger My Girlfriend" award, all of which I will reiterate here, because it will be funny:

a) "The Cullens are a fastidious family of vampires; in their tennis whites, with their regal airs, they resemble the aristocratic Flyte brood in Brideshead Revisited."

b) "Defiantly old-fashioned, the film wants viewers to believe not so much in vampires as in the existence of an anachronistic movie notion: a love that is convulsive and ennobling. Bella could be any Hollywood heroine in love with a good boy whom society callously misunderstands. She's Natalie Wood to Edward's James Dean (in Rebel Without a Cause) or Richard Beymer (in West Side Story). Cathy, meet Heathcliff. Juliet, Romeo."

and, of course:

c) "Hardwicke is faithful to the book's chaste eroticism. The couple must put off having sex because, well, it could kill Bella. (AIDS metaphors are unavoidable here.) Yet waiting has its own delicious tension."

LOL and weep.

However, there is at least one voice of sanity amidst this howling storm of nonsense, and it belongs, believe it or not, to Roger Ebert:

Come on now, what is "Twilight" really about? It's about a teenage boy trying to practice abstinence, and how, in the heat of the moment, it's really, really hard. And about a girl who wants to go all the way with him, and doesn't care what might happen. He's so beautiful she would do anything for him. She is the embodiment of the sentiment, "I'd die for you." She is, like many adolescents, a thanatophile.


Ebert gets bonus points for the use of "thanatophile," which, I believe, is not a neologism, but he is using it in an unusual sense. I think it is supposed to be synonymous with necrophile, but it obviously isn't. Ebert's use is way, way more awesome

It's all about Thanatos, darling. Thanatos.

Post-Script! Sub-Question! In what way or ways does Christianity itself, in particular the Church of Latter-Day Saints, of which Ms. Meyer is a member, embody the principle of Thanatos, and how is this reflected through the myth of the "good" vampire?