Tuesday, March 23, 2010
Monday, March 22, 2010
Friday, March 19, 2010
Saturday, August 23rd, 1975
John Brady called. He was in New York. Came over with girl and Irish boy named Pat. Started back to their place on Aloe St. In garage they all three got under a rug to make it. A girl there who was cured of the Codesan habit by Jehovah's Witnesses. Girl named Mollie told her "If thou dost not stop thou art in thy grave."
Pat: a casque of yellow russett hair like autumn leaves. Handsome vacant face, yellow brown skin, wide mouth, brown eyes, Green jacket, tan slacks, brown suede shoes. A blank inhuman look like a Venusian half-wit. He says nothing but occasionally works his mouth and twists face.
Thursday, March 11, 2010
Wednesday, March 10, 2010
Tuesday, March 9, 2010
Monday, March 8, 2010
Friday, March 5, 2010
16MM, BLACK AND WHITE, MONO, 45 MINUTES, USA, NO DIALOGUE / DIRECTOR/CINEMATOGRAPHER/EDITOR: JACK SMITH / PRINT SOURCE/RIGHTS: CANYON CINEMA, 1963
Flaming Creatures features an Arabian harem of erotically possessed creatures amid a wild bacchanalia that blurs all gender and sexual norms. Banned in 22 states of the US and four countries, the film was subject to an obscenity case that famously reached the US Supreme Court. The scandal around Flaming Creatures, the only film Smith actually completed, made the artist determined never to complete another film. Smith would later assert the discourse about censorship and sexuality that was generated prevented audiences from appreciating its intended humour.
Thursday, March 4, 2010
Tuesday, March 2, 2010
Last night, towards the end of a particularly good Valentine's Day, I was running to the car to grab some spare change when a woman crossing the parking lot stopped, looked at me and called out "you look just like one of the fellows on the Smith Brothers cough drop box."
"That's amazing!" I called back. "Do you know what those are?" she asked, and I confessed that I did not but that I'd look it up as soon as I got home. I did, and I suppose she had in mind the more surly of the two Smith brothers when my countenance stopped her dead in her tracks.
Even if the similarities aren't as literal as she might have imagined, it's nice to know I'm so strikingly antiquated.