Music and more

I've given some blog space to my Borges class as you can see with the ugly minotaur on the page. Now it's time for some Cinema and Theory love. Today in class, we talked about Orson Welles F for Fake(just clips) and this song popped through my head. Enjoy.

Postal Service- Clark Gable

"Clark Gable"

I was waiting for a cross-town train in the London underground when it struck me
That I've been waiting since birth to find a love that would look and sound like a movie
So I changed my plans and rented a camera and a van and then I called you
"I need you to pretend that we are in love again" and you agreed to

I want so badly to believe that "there is truth, that love is real"
And I want life in every word to the extent that it's absurd

I greased the lens and framed the shot using a friend as my stand-in
The script it called for rain but it was clear that day so we faked it
The marker snapped and I yelled "quiet on the set" and then called "action!"
And I kissed you in a style that Clark Gable would have admired (I thought it classic)

I want so badly to believe that "there is truth, that love is real"
And I want life in every word to the extent that it's absurd

I know you're wise beyond your years, but do you ever get the fear
That your perfect verse is just a lie you tell yourself to help you get by?

Labyrinths

Today in Borges:
-Story from the point of view of Asterion (the minotaur)La casa de Asterion

-A dead man without a face in a labyrinth (or a few dead men really)

-And two kings, two labyrinths, one dead man in a desert.

This got me and Paul talking about labyrinths. Borges' literature is a labyrinth. But it's not simply a labyrinth, it is a web, a group of meanings and texts, that gets us lost, gets us "thinking."
Then we left our communal labyrinth of discussion (or our bifurcating garden) and all retreated into our private labyrinths.
I really hope I don't find David Bowie there.