Saturday, January 23, 2010

Ocular Poetry


There is a certain moment as artists we all aim for, consciously or not, in our respective fields. A leap in quality and emotion that cannot be found per se, but only arrived at by letting go of conscious motive then started upon by a place on a road and, further, nurtured and sought after. This mysterious destination, and the trek that naturally ensues, is what separates art from, say, routine work—whatever that may entail. However, one might argue, even the routine can be turned into a work of art. If the artisan himself know his trade and will himself in spirit, let's say. In Hip Hop this might be called “freestyling” and the equivalent in Rock would likely be “jamming,” I suppose. With painters it is a bit more obvious and can clearly be observed in the studio, whatever constitutes a studio for them (open flat or their own bedroom), as they simply free themselves into canvas. In life this phenomenon could be understood as “living in the moment” or improvising, and cinema unequivocally is no exception. Some of the greatest films were deliberate constructions of their makers simply flying by the seat of their director's chairs; to use a very ludicrous idiom.

To become a successful artist, whichever medium you might long for, it seems inherent to "do your research;" that is, to know who came before you and attempt to deconstruct and understand their achievements, techniques, failures and promising attempts that never were. Only then can you truly understand where you stand, your place in greater scheme of legends and heroes, and where you might tread—trail-blazed—next. But it is not enough to simply assimilate and regurgitate what already has been well established and revered:to fully accomplish the deed of what we call art you must use the tools and techniques at hand, find some new ones if possible, and transcend them with your own voice. And that voice must be genuine. As in, genuinely yours.

Perhaps the greatest example of this aesthetic transcendentalism in the last fifty years is the French New Wave film movement, and its very enduring brainchild, the Auteur Cinema; or the Auteur Theory. The theory ascribes that the director of a film guides an invisible hand in the camera much as an artist might stroke a brush. There are many influences as to the origin of Auteur Cinema, but, regardless of its genetic heritage in emulsion, it remains one of the most influential theories despite being over fifty years old (Wikipedia Auteur Theory).

The theory began with the French New Wave in the mid '50s and it is not known if its origins reach even further than the progenitors in Cahiers du Cinéma, with critics like André Bazin and Jean Luc Goddard. But some theorize its development has origins all the way back to such free spirited, American oldies like Maltese Falcon or Citizen Kane (Wikipedia Auteur). It is possible with the end of Vichy France, and all the occupied territories during World War II, the aforementioned films and others like it were finally shown and subsequently lauded for their subtextual commentary and, perhaps, friskiness. The French were so used to overly censored films that the grit and autonomy posed by John Huston and Orson Welles likely surged them with creativity (Wikipedia Theory). Possible. But regardless of this intriguing legend, the French, without a doubt, were Auteur’s biggest advocates and practitioners.

The rhetoric behind Auteur Theory itself describes motion pictures as placing the director as the most influential role within the filmmaking process. One of its most indispensable tenets is the mise en scène, supposedly a literal translation of "putting on stage,"which is likely the most cryptic of theories ever posed in any art form and widely disputed in all its fields, the least of which is film. But perhaps one 'college try' on its definition is 'how it is done," essentially how a film was made; i.e., what techniques a crew employed (studio or location), what kind of equipment used (35 film or Cinerama 65), what type of actors (character or method) and what was the final expression in product (jumpy edits or smooth continuity). A director employs these maxims to become the final and most important “auteur,” or author, in the film’s overall structure, look and attitude (Wikipedia Mise en Scène).

This applies to all segments amongst the production process, including pre, in, and postproduction. In pre the director most likely works with a screenwriter, artist or producer to set in motion the manifestation of their, or simply his/her grand vision. In production the director oversees most, if not all, aspects of the film, including set construction, lighting development and especially the actor’s process. Finally, in postproduction he/she would likely work with a “post house” in developing the film, transferring it to another medium (if necessary), editing (either directly or with an editor) and adding graphics to its near-end product.

All of this work is emotionally as well as physically exhausting for anyone but, as artistic prowess is the impetus with Auteur Theory, some kind of marker must be left to make the film at least somewhat distinctive. To do that, according to Auteur Cinema, it is imperative that one person take the reigns, guide the film on its course and reach its poetic conclusion (Bartleby Auteur). Since there are so many people on a motion picture set at one time, the screen writer is not always available for production and, further, the producer role is not inclined to be the final magistrate (or meant to be necessarily) it is natural the director fulfill that role.

But the director’s role in Auteur is more than just general decisions to guide the set, collaborate with an editor or converse with a star. Instead he/she must really envision the picture, almost entirely, in its aesthetic, philosophic and narrative scope. Further, this person must have practical as well as skillful abilities in communicating this vision to his/her crew, regardless of their level of talent (Britanica Auteur Theory). In fact, the more gifted the crew is the more the tools a director has at their disposal, and, thus, should strive to realize his/her vision to an even greater extent.

The Auteur Theory is not meant for ego-boosting as it would seem, although this is an inevitable sentiment however. But consider that many directors throughout film's short but textured history have been labeled as megalomaniacs before the theory even existed; D.W. Griffith and Charlie Chaplin, just for measure. Regardless, a director should not, further cannot, manufacture a film on his/her own, even if it were possible. Rather, the auteurist strives to work in concert with those surrounding him/her and complement their skills and knowledge, while pushing their abilities to the artistic limit. Furthermore, the auteurist conspires with the crew on most levels and all stages of the film’s development.

The most well known of the Auteur school, its godfathers perhaps, are likely François Truffaut, Jean-Luc Godard and André Bazin, the first two being foremost directors of the French New Wave and the latter a renowned French critic. The New Wave, as it were, being a sort of zeitgeist in film as well as a genre itself that began in the late '50s, and is known for pressing the limits of fundamental camera use, twitchy editing, and ambitious method acting based upon an actor's own prowess and instincts. One of Truffaut’s most famous works, 400 Blows, depicts a young delinquent in the most brutally honest if not charming terms possible. The boy, Antoine, manages to be a very likable and endearing character regardless of his kleptomania or stubbornness assimilating into education. But to Truffaut’s credit, and to Auteur Theory, Antoine is redeemed not by some selfless act of sacrifice but by his willingness to persevere through the monotony—and destructiveness—of everyday civilization (IMDB).

Without the merits of Auteur, however, it is somewhat unclear if films like 400 Blows, Breathless, 81/2, Vertigo, and American films like Mean Streets, A Clockwork Orange, Eraserhead and THX 1138 would even exist. Nor the whole movement in American film appropriately dubbed New Hollywood. These films all have the common thread of having the director’s psychological and aesthetic imprint. Furthermore, despite the immense talent encased within the stories, or even the indisputable craft from the actors themselves, the figure to leave the most influential fingerprint is the director.

So how does a director leave his or her invisible hand within a given body, especially considering there are so many individuals involved in a film? The most telltale sign would probably be the aesthetic flair of the film itself. In such a case the director would have a definitive cut, sequence or, perhaps, a very distinctive shot that is repeated several times (British Film Source). The Italian director Federico Fellini often used a somewhat bizarre, but very intriguing, pan where the camera would dolly across the location and show his various subjects; some of them often looking at the camera itself. This shot is typified in his most perplexing but vibrant film, and companion piece to his opus La Dolce Vita, 81/2, where a party scene is shown with a group of bachelors and débutantes. Martin Scorsese likewise uses a lot of self-adjusted pans, dollies and tracks that move swift and seamlessly. In Taxi Driver he often used slow motion to show a subjective view of Robert Dinero's enhanced observation as a Vietnam veteran in maritime mainland (Roger Ebert Taxi Driver).

Many other directors have used artistic liberties and continue to do this as well, and New Wave most definitely influenced other auteurists outside of simply France of Italy. Americans were heavily swayed on multiple platforms as to the philosophical direction of Auteur cinema. One of the most critically savored was, without a doubt, Stanley Kubrick. His films are well known for their technical, narrative and aesthetic mastery, which is undoubtedly because of dedicated, if not obsessive, drive for perfection (Wikipedia Kubrick). Throughout his multitude of films you can see a repetition of motifs present, both individually and in his larger body of work, that just seem to echo within the mind of the audience. For instance, Kubrick loved to use long, inverse “tracking shots” where he would follow his given subject as he/she approached the appropriate blocking spots (Kubrick).

In most cases these little artistic themes would be few and far between for a director as he or she would have to adhere to the aesthetic design created, perhaps, by the art director, studio or the screenwriter himself. Without this school of thought, however, many of the most love and cherished directors throughout the world, but, especially, here in the US would not exist; at least not as we know them today. They found their own way with the source proverbs, but managed to metamorphose its purpose to make it relevant for an American audience. From Spielberg and Scorsese to Kubrick and Coppola some of our most beloved films and filmmakers were students of the Auteur kind.

Sources

"Auteur Theory." Wikipedia: The Free Encyclopedia. December 21st, 2009.

"Mise en Scène." Wikipedia: The Free Encyclopedia. January 5th, 2010.

“Auteur.” Columbia Encyclopedia. 2006. Bartleby Online. 9 May, 2006.

"Auteur theory." Encyclopædia Britannica. 2006. Encyclopædia Britannica Online. 9 May, 2006.

“Authorship and the Films of David Lynch.” The Films of David Lynch. 2002. The British Film Resource. 9 May, 2006.

"Taxi Driver." Roger Ebert. Chicago Sun Times. http://rogerebert.suntimes.com/apps/pbcs.dll/article?AID=//20040101/REVIEWS08/401010364/1023. January 1st, 2004.

“Stanley Kubrick.” Directors. Internet Movie Database (IMDB). 9 May, 2006.

Friday, January 15, 2010

Lyrics


Two Lovers


There were two lovers young in hue

Their touch and pupils were quite soft

But their hearts told ages not known

By the dour eyes of their elders


One day the lovers grew pale

Their fair flesh with thorns extant

And two lonely corpses in bed

Found with a lyre of ten strings



And to Awake a Sleeping Heart


He wanted things to stay the same

He wanted to take the stars and tie

Them in a ribbon; hold them to

The earth Forever, and never


Letting go of his dreams



To Sleep, of the Garrison They Speak


I feel its time is coming nigh

The breadth of a moment; or the

Moment within breath – like the force

Of iron within all things living


Hearts resealing, in disarray

Eyes disbelieving, or astray

The moment forms like a code

Something strangely comes to unfold


Hiding in screens, we hide behind

Our walls and sheens; through the velvet

We must go, all together, all

Alone – If we ever be so bold



Inside/out

Make the good stuff bad

It’s all so clearly wrong

We’re not made to last

Alone but never lonely


Wednesday, January 6, 2010

A Fractional World

I have often wondered about the world's strange chain of events, with its conflicting and oftentimes fragmented sense of morality; perhaps fate. I was surprised to find the deputy who was killed by the young Asian teen, Jimmy Siackasorn, on December 17 (2007, Sacramento, CA; Real Police, 1) was in fact Asian himself. This was before I knew the officer would come to be known as Deputy Vu Nguyen, a surname of Vietnamese origin. At the time the suspect was unidentified except his general size, height and his mysterious “Asian” background. Does it matter if he is not Vietnamese himself? I'm not really sure. Siackasorn is of Laos decent. His grandfather, much like Nguyen's father, left South East Asia to flee the Vietnam War (Modesto Bee, 2). This fact, about both being from a similar background, albeit, perhaps not the same ethnicity, still seems so ironic it's almost ridiculous and points to the social realities we Americans have become acclimated to in the United States. How could one person kill another of a very close cultural heritage? Everyday police officers of all backgrounds suit up and oftentimes patrol the streets of their very own blood. Usually they do their job and come back home to wherever they live—likely not where they work—and its not a stretch to say that most would like to have at least some police of their own background, in their neighborhood. But just think for a moment how eerily divine this is: one man lives a decent life and joins law enforcement, becoming a deputy sheriff; the other, a young man from a similar origin, follows a life of crime and winds up killing him. Moliere could not have devised a better tragedy. 

I suppose, it doesn't matter in the end—just because it is ironic and almost fateful does not prevent it from actually happening in reality. I guess the truth is that many kids who grow up in that kind of violent and ambivalent background are often, voluntarily, or not, split from the moral norms of society. Indeed, conditioned in that sphere to be more and more violent just to survive, while at the same time, increasingly afraid of those they are surrounded by; those who are supposed to be their loved ones. But end up being more like the protocol and asylums with which their lives are dictated. It is a very different existence than what most middle class kids and teens go through, but just because it is not the norm does not make it untrue. Or uncommon for that matter. And so they do not always distinguish others as personally 'like' or 'unlike' them regardless of their ethnic, political or even spiritual backgroundnor grant them any mercy if they were alike. 

Further, many adolescents from rival gangs are more similar to each other than contrasting, than they realize, and yet are oblivious to any common traits they share. It's sad to see a such young, honest family man killed by an even younger disparaging male of a similar ethnic background. It's good that the killer was found and taken off the street so justice can be served to the office and his family. But the reality is that there are a lot more kids out there like that, and the extent to which gangs are ingrained into California, on so many levels, is just really overlooked by society and government. As of 2000, according to the Department of Justice, there were 24, 500 gangs functioning in the United States, and estimated there were 772, 500 people that were gang related in the same year (Violence Prevention Institute, 3). Much time has elapsed since then, a whole decade, but how much could really change? Could we have cut those statistics in half? Maybe. Probably not. People like that will continue to function in our society until the state and federal government really take a look at our current system of incarceration, justice and rehabilitation and finally decide whether to overhaul it or not, hopefully for a more realistic future.

But that will not happen until people—common everyday tax paying and perhaps registered voting people—really look at our world, especially our lower-income areas. Because as of 1999 over 85 percent of gangs were comprised of minorities or people of color (“DOJ: National Youth Gang Survey,” 3). People that usually live in these low income neighborhoods: areas which are often derogatorily referred to as "the ghetto," which does more damage to the psyche of those neighborhoods than anyone realizes; many calling it simply “the hood.” Well, if those “everyday people,” as a family of poets once said, do not just glance but really, deeply, truly meditate on these places and, perhaps, decide the way it currently exists is not balanced with the rest of world (economically, opportunity-wise and familial coherence), offers no sense hope, no recourse to its inhabitants and finally decide “this ain't 'livin;” something must be done. Because, in fact, obviously or not, this is where so much (not all or even most) graphic violence comes from in our cities—violence our media seems so fixated on but rarely attempts to change. 

But that begs the question, why? Why does so much destruction, both internal and external, come from here? For the very reasons named before: economic imbalance, lack of opportunities (both career and education wise) and familial coherence and harmony (i.e. no steady paternal figures, etc.). Why do we spend as much on incarceration as we do on education in California? This is not hippie rhetoric for some dissident with a sign out on a corner, these are fair and logical questions about our society; a legitimate progression of thought based on the fundamental flaws in how our country functions (SF Gate, 4). As of 2006 over 11,000 people were killed by gunfire in this country, compared to about 200 in Germany and Canada, and around 60 in England/Wales and the same for Spain (Department of Justice, 5; Brady Campaign, 6). This is not to say, however, that our country's dysfunction is absolute but, ultimately, one day people will have to realize that most legislation comes from movements and change starts from the bottom—meaning public opinion and activism—working upwards; it will not just happen upon by some random, idealistic politician. That inner city children really do need everything else kids in suburbia and the mid to upper echelons of society get: decent education, a nurturing family life, mentoring, and the cardinal maxim of them all—respect. Then, only then, will we be able to actually prevent future killings, criminals, and ignorance, in general, from happening.

Sources:

1. Real Police. “[sic] is a leading resource for Police Officers and Law

Enforcement professionals.”

http://www.realpolice.net/forums/archive/index.php/t-75064.html. 2008.


2. Modesto Bee. "Family In Shock Over Teen Accused of Killing Detective.  

http://www.modbee.com/1618/story/179505.html. January 10, 2008.


3. Violence Prevention Institute: [A site] intended to provide valuable tips

for parents, teachers and school administrators with regard to addressing the

growing problem of violence in today's schools and the larger issue of

overwhelming youth violence in general. "Department of Justice: Office of

Juvenile Justice and Delinquency Prevention, National Youth Gang Survey

Trends from 1996 to 2000." By Arlen Egley, Jr.

http://www.violencepreventioninstitute.org/gangs.html.2009. 


4. SF Gate. "Prison vs. Education Spending Reveals California's Priorities."Maya Harris.

http://articles.sfgate.com/2007-05-29/opinion/17244077_1_school-dropouts-school-diploma-spending-on-higher-education. May 29, 2007.

5. Department of Justice: Bureau of Justice Statistics. "Gun Crime Reported to Police."

http://bjs.ojp.usdoj.gov/content/glance/tables/guncrimetab.cfm. January 6, 2010.

6. The Brady Campaign. "Facts." http://www.bradycampaign.org/facts.January 6, 2010.



Tuesday, January 5, 2010

Stray Thoughts


I want to melt into like a flake of snow on the glowing earth; I wrap my arms around and want to become one with like ivy on oak. 


ca.  Summer '07

And if at last we shall find a way

If we should finally never be led astray

Then we will see the days not counting down

But moving forward, from the pain

With all the love and experience we gain

I do love you…

I really do


ca. Winter '07

This was in my dream this morning:

Two eyes fiery meet. For reasons unknown.

What do they dream?

Monday, January 4, 2010


I dreamt of the moon but nothing made sense, everything was in reverse and felt less dense

I looked into the sky and noticed I was falling off the earth

And some say he passed away, but I’d like to think he faded into in a poetry café

Lamentation for Dave


ca. August, 2007

Met a young man in Raley's today, couldn't have been older than thirty-three, his head was sunk deep into a cereal box. I knew something was wrong but I wasn't quite sure if he was crazy or just 'fuckin around. I asked him, "Are you alright?"

To which he replied a muffled response with his head still behind the boxes, "Yeah...I'm just 'havin a moment [sic]..."

I said, "Oh yeah, we all get like that from time to time," as I began to walk off. Then, for some reason, I added, "You know, this last year has been rough (for me)."

He pulled his head out and looked up at me, eyes red with slowly drying tears; I noticed he was slightly bald, a thin build, wore a striped shirt, and had a bit of a hipster edge to him. He said, "Really?" walking towards me slightly.

"Yeah."

He replied, "What was it?" Or something to that effect.

"My friend passed away...He was killed in a car crash...A big rig flipped on top of him. And then, I got sick at work."

He asked, "What happened?"

"My lungs, I breathed in all this crap from the building."

"Where did it come from?"

"It was an old building and when they cleaned it released all kinds of dust and mold and shit into the air. Now I'm on workman's comp and I want to sue them but I don't have a lawyer."

"You have to figure a way of getting one--talking to one and getting them to know what happened--that's important."

"Yeah," I said...

"And you...what happened to you?"

"Oh," he said, full of tears and emotion, "My wife left me a few months ago...it's hard...sometimes I just break down."

I said, "Yeah, I see," trying to console. "That's rough. We all get like that sometimes. We gotta'...push ourselves through it somehow."

"Yeah."

"What's your name?"

"Dave," he said. "And yours?"

"Sam," I said. "Well, Dave, you try and take care. Keep 'strivin--that's all we can do sometimes."

"Yeah. You too, Sam."

"Good luck," I said.

"You too."

We gave daps and departed our ways.

As I stepped out of the market, with my slim carton of milk and Orbit chewing gum, I saw him by the Wine cartons. Or the oats and natural cereals.

I think he saw me as I walked out...I'm almost certain he saw me.

I remember there was a fox by my apartment in Monterey; it lived in the field by my place. He was friendly and ate from the garbage can…I suppose it domesticated him because he was not afraid of humans. I took him as a mascot for our building. Spoke to him. But one day he was gone. He was real, like the raccoons with their little bandit masks. There was also a snake that lived there too – a big, scary Boa; supposedly. But someone killed it. 

The Beginning


Secret distortions arising from an unknown source on the plane. The force of centrifugal thought has caused some minds to explode, but their bodies still remain. Locked in eternal birth and development—they can’t remember their former selves. Memory is a haze but not a wipe, and they pray for a day when their old names will return. But what a beautiful blur it is! Across a thousand stony-age centuries, only to be refolded back in time that never really existed but was implicit. Destiny is like a grid plane that constantly shifts across a three part axis and you’re intersecting it in curves and vibrations, instead of going with the lines like practice. Explode: and reform…or reshape. And become that which you always were—what your heart knows you could be from the moment of self-awareness! You’re not sure where this could be, am I right? Was it inside the strange effervescence of your mother’s belly, or the moment you realized your life was meant for something more?