June 18, 2020
Movie opening:
Fucking Guy One (FG1): Dude that girl’s hot man.
Guy Two (G2): Woman.
FG1: Woman.
The woman strolls across the screen. The two guys pass a joint back and forth.
FG1: I was just saying she was hot.
G2: No worries dude.
FG1: What’re we doing today?
ALTERNATIVE CONTINUATION:
FG1: Dude . . . you know what I’m trying to say.
Guy Two takes the joint and puffs.
FG1: She’s hot. Beautiful? Whatever. Look at her. Ass. Everything. She’s complete dude.
Fucking Guy One takes the joint and waves it around.
FG1: You have to at least agree she’s hot . . . right?
G2: Not the point.
FG1: Fine.
Fucking Guy One passes the joint back.
FG1: She’s hot then. That woman was fine.
These notebooks are born “so that nothing can escape,” but they immediately show our “inner poverty,” while there’s nothing that can escape, and so I must attempt to think in order to “have” something that will not escape. A poetics of thought.
101 Piglia “The Happy Years”
In the Godfather Part II the music functions like a chorus commenting upon the action and, at times, stepping out of it’s role and becoming an actor.
An essay: Title: Freddy Corleone
First Line: Poor Freddy.
