Chris Marker

When the film was shown at the Pompidou Center, an enormous version of the cat was temporarily painted in the plaza outside.

Incredibly, Marker calls for something which is only now developing- what is known as social movement unionism. Social movement unions seek to organize all workers no matter what their sector, race, ethnicity, or gender and combine efforts with social organizations to affect public policy thus giving them the power to improve social conditions for all people! They attempt to organize at the local, national and international levels to counter the power of the international corporations that have neo-liberal governments tending to their every whim. Marker is well ahead of his time calling for this- a good 15-20 years! What Marker calls for in this film has become quite prevalent today- especially with groups like the APL in the Phillipines.

Je me connais en objectif 35. Rohmer me déteste parce que je veux que des 50. Marlene Dietrich ne voulait rien sous de 100.

Marker’s life is a big, big question mark, has not only he’s been really elusive and camera-shy in all these years, but he has disseminated a lot of contradicting clues, and his close friends (Alain Resnais bieng the most prominent) has done whatever was in their power to make the fog even thicker.

I think the “101 airborne paratrooper stranded with the French resistance who decided to stay in France” may be the most reasonable guess (apparently he speaks English with a thick US accent), but I always wander if there’s any truth behind the (romantic) notion put by a magazine 20 years ago – stating that he’s really an alien observer that’s gone renegade and enjoying his holidays on earth…

Okay KIDS… Get this, Chris Marker came to the US in 1973 in order to see the “Comet KAHOUTEK” which, of all places on earth, was best seen from the high desert up near Taos, New Mexico. The plot thickens. As the Comet neared Earth, clouds obscured the night skies and hundreds of observers drove south like crazy (I know, I was there) to (drum roll please) ROSWELL NEW MEXICO… Where I met (the one & only) Chris Marker in the strangest of all places – the R.O. Anderson Museum of Contemporary Art (yeah, the same R.O. Anderson who built the huge Modern Art wing for the LA County Museum of Art). Years ago, Anderson, ex-founder & CEO of ARCO, bought the ranch where the famous ROSWELL ALIEN CRASH SITE took place (300,000 acres) and it also just happened to be the very same ranch where Robert Goddard, the grandfather of modern rocketry, was conducting his first solid-fuel rocket experiments (prone to explosions). All of Goddards “smashed up” remains of his early missiles & rocket experiments were strewn about the countryside, so Bob Anderson had a room built onto his Roswell Museum to house these incredible artifacts to the Space Age… and THAT’s where I ran into Chris Marker.

Tokyo Days

Euphoria

intense, transcendent happiness combined with an overwhelming sense of well being

an exaggerated state, resulting from psychological or pharmacological stressors and not typically achieved during the normal course of human experience

what is a normal course of human experience?

an indefinite sense of love and happiness

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Eminem – ThreeSixty Five – Verse
Some people say I’m strange, I tell them ain’t shit changed
I’m still the same lame asshole with a different name
that came late to the last show with a different dame
Brain ate from the last O that I sniffed the cane
Yo know your spaced the fuck out like George Lucas
When your pukus, turnin to yellow with orange mukus
So when I grab a pencil and squeeze it between fingers
I’m not a rapper, I’m a demon who speaks English
A freak genuis, too extreme for the weak and squeemish
Burn you alive till you screamin to be extinguished
Cause when I drop the science, motherfuckers tell me to stop the violence
Start a fire and block the hydrants
I’m just a mean person, you never seen worse than
So when Slim gets this M-16 burstin
You gettin spun backwards like every word of obscene cursin
On the B-side of my first single with the clean version
Stoppin your short life when you still a teen virgin
Unless you get a kidney specimen from a spleen surgeon
In the best hospital possible for emergency surgery
To try to stop the blood from your ruptured sternum internally
I’ll take it back before we knew each others name
Run in a ultrasound and snatch you out your mothers frame
I’ll take it further back than that
Back to Lover’s Lane, to the night you was thought of
And cock block your father’s game
I’ll plead the fifth like my jaws was muzzled
So suck my dick while I take a shit and do this crossword puzzle
And when I’m down with ten seconds left in the whole bout
I’ma throw a head-but so hard, I’ll knock us both out…