Why is fortune so capricious? Why is joy so quickly gone? Why did you leave me? Why have you gone?
Very, very delicious.
Today, too, I experience something that I hope to understand in a few days.
Alex Da Corte an Artist of Exception, fullstop. Intimacy x absurdity x love.
The following three films by Alex Da Corte are freely available online. A recommendation to everyone seeking a – brief – transcendence of the everyday.
“And clenching your fist
For the ones like Us
Who are oppressed by the figures of Beauty.
We are ugly
But we have the music.”
The beauty of the nonsense of life
The memory of love.
A handbook.
A self-portrait
A diary/story.
“Here is the man.
He’s weary. His weariness renders him quite useless.
The man at night, making a pathetic attempt at connection. To connect with anyone in an empty room.
Have you ever danced with the devil in the pale moonlight? Sometimes the devil will do.
“A man can boast of little happiness who does not enjoy the blessing of a friend.”
“The intimate sympathy of a fellow mind, a dance partner. “
He was so terrible that he was no longer terrible. Only dehumanized. The terrible man bound up by a burden of light and nothing I can do, only my voice saying a few words: bow-tie. Jacket. Boots. Trousers. Socks.
At last, he undressed. “Love me tender, love me true, there is nothing I can do.”
How is it to touch him … Does he take care of himself? Or why bother?
Behold the man’s filth and deprivaty.
A man eating alone…. What is he thinking?
He is a monster. He’s just an actor. He is a God.”
The pleasure in destruction and ugliness
The ruthlessness of reality
The desperation of doubt
The poetics of humility
The humor in pain.
Patience.
Is it about aging?
I don’t actually care; I get lost in the flow of music and image.
Helpless, perseverant, radical.
It’s life: suddenly the dagger comes and takes your mask away.
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