Eternal UNDEFINED - The Music Video

well, i could do this all day - this has symmetry but like the use of lighting to separate people in a dark background

Lady Aarp / Origami / UNDEFINED TV

pure color- very strange. this harpist.

Lady Aarp / dub / UNDEFINED TV

blurry stuff - good idea music not interesting but i like the enormous blurs.

the hard drive as the film

the flash drive, the jump drive - though i don't think it's going to happen.

the movie Blindness

Blindness
Was a remarkable film.
The screen was constantly overlaid with juxtapositions and divisions within the world of the film that were were beautifully (if perhaps unintentionally) multichannel – a group of windows, layers in a glass buildings interior – a disorienting quality of not being sure what is near, what far, the wrong things being in focus, off-kilter focus points, blurs and moving lights that changed position. Divisions using mirrors, and glass walls and mirrored doors were in domestic scenes, jarringly so, to show the divisions between couples, between the sighted and the blind.
The stoy moved forward with a dizzying and deliberately disorienting pace, so that we’e often as unsure of what we’re really seeing as the people who were going blind.
One stoy element didn’t ing tue- that the on sighted person – the one with ‘the vision” in every sense – lets the violent blind men from wad three rape and hurt the women in their demands for payment of food before she uses a scissors to kill their vile leader – the irrationality of her waiting stops the story.
The three acts corresponded roughly to – people becoming blind in the ordinary world, their incaceration and descent into a kind of hellish dog eat dog world and finally their freedom into a world gone literally blind and chaotic and without the basic sustenance for life. The last act was so convincing that I thought: time to pick up the phone and call ruthie and get started with setting up the north woods lake as a refuge against chaos when it comes. The world could turn into this. it seemingly has started to.
The arbitrariness and anonymity and harshness of the guards reminded me of the st. paul police at the rnc. No one was really in chage – it was just like you economic meltdown occurring right now. The experts are lost. And they all succumb too, eventually.

Julianne’s moore decision to play blind is as abrupt and instinctive as it is useful. I’m blind too – she says, just to stay with her husband. Everything is mysterious and it’s rare we get a movie that offers so few answers. No answers, really – none. Clearly, it’s infectious, whateve this is – we see the links, how people infect others. We see the occasional convenience of not being seen, of not knowing what youre seeing. The blindness of the husband and its impact on them as a couple seems like a metapho of any marriage and its myiad pitfalls. I watched and was able to understand the love of husband and wife – the the implicity betrayals of that – in a way I never could before. Because of loving jim.

Of most of the first act, I was just watching the framing, the angling, the way the dop focus was used to keep us offbase, to keep the screen always divided but not in a way that made sense- soft edges hit up against hard ones, translucence and opacity vying for control.

Mostly blues- cold whites, grays and blues, through the whole movie – greens in the institution. No one answers the emergency line. Part of how frightening it was was how familiar it all seemed, how right in its unfeeling bureaucracy pitted against the needs of a lost and helpless population, unused to deprivation, to loss of anything.

Good and evil seemed blurred as well. of course, the one other woman the husband does have sex with really is a whore, literally – and gives both her john and the hotel maid who helped her when she became blind the same blindness.

There were small things that were off, o became tedious, but for the most part, it was riveting and relentless. And the first half visually stunning.

shattered, splintered, cracked...

I didn’t plan on becoming the world’s authority on multichannel movies.doc
Shattered. Falling to pieces – the very words -- ‘cracking up’ -- used to describe any breaking, splitting – are used to convey –

Convey what. it’s just that I had been shattered – and then I found multichannel. Which actually – the bach fugues being sensed before I knew they were literally there – made a unity of being shattered. [in seeing juan dwoney's piece, i must mean]

So perhaps that’s the appeal.

Falling to pieces. Cracking up. Split in two. Broken heart. Broken spirit, split up. Shattered into a million pieces.

Shattered. Splintered. Split personality. Crushed. Cracked.

from old emails

hey there jerrilynn - thank you so much for sending this, i did check it out - now, what i found was the only one video played at a time, based on what you clicked on in the various and sundry menus- no matter what i clicked, the video always played in that corner, hence it was still technically single channel in the sense of one moving image at a time
but what blew me away was the incredible availability of so many channels all at once - even if one at a time. this is really going to change how we watch television -

so first let me know if i'm doing something wrong, since i wasn't getting more than one video at a time - also i'll go back and try it again, i wanted to write you back

and yes, i keep meaning to blog about this stuff- but there's so much of it and unfortanately blogging has become another form of writing to stall on...

and yes, isnt' it amazing how we saw this on the horizon so long ago and here it all is, and it's all part of the same thing? digital video/film really is this generation's rock and roll - in the sense that rock and roll was still being discovered and invented while we were kids -the beatles first album versus sgt. pepper's, for example -- and all the technology that made for those changes - and that's what these kids have now. i've been guest teaching at a few colleges and this year, i've noticed, are the first classes where the kids truly understand what i'm doing and the experiments i was going for, in a way that even the college students four years ago didn't - they understand manipulating technology to tell a story differently - that's when i realized this is their rock and roll and their elvis is the internet.
and i have been meaning to write about all of this and just haven't. in some ways, it feels like it's all moving too fast. but what i don't feel anymore is this wretched solitude of being the only person who thinks this way, besides you and a select group of people that for two decades i could count on one hand. astonishing, really.

so thank you for these observations - i'm just proposing a magazine article right now on the equivalent happening on stages, where theater is multiscreen in new york and becoming its own, new, multi-screened form - perhaps i will get back into writing the essays, i've put a few up on my website in the intervening years -
glimpseculture.com - please take a look

and tell me how to do the multi video, since i only got it to play in that one corner (shutterbugs was on and it's actually very funny - and then i went into spring break and other things) - that other large black sqaure with mtv on it never played simultaneously for me