Thursday, December 30, 2010
it's my party and i'll cry if i want to
birthdays are for dong what you like. i found myself opting for a burst of great beauty and knew i could find it in 'the man who fell to earth.' i know this story/movie so well but still, the stunning visuals grab me every time. walter tevis, who wrote the novel, is just about my fave writer. he was, like the character 'brice', a teacher and perhaps he too suffered the sorrows of alcohol infused memories. this story is about as sad as it gets. every character is stuck in their own fate, hard as they wish to escape it. still, one does go on, perhaps in the hopes of the impossible transforming itself.
images: bowie reflecting on life back home/unknown