"Before they told me I could not fly I had wings and touched the sky"

The brilliantly difficult work of cult filmaker Alejandro Jodorowsky is now available for the masses. I found this boxed set the other day and knew I had to have it.

Alejandro Jodorowsky born February 7, 1929, in Chile, and has achieved fame/notoriety/cult status as a director for EL TOPO (the mole) and THE HOLY MOUNTAIN. He is also a playwright, composer, mime, comics author and lately a psychotherapist focusing on Psychomagic, a blend of eastern philosophy and mysticism using symbolic acts to heal old emotional conflicts.
His heritage is as confusing/complex as his films. His parents were Ashkenazi Jews (Jews of medieval German descent) of Russian origin. He became a Mexican citizen in 1973 and a French citizen at some later point.



Known for his heavy symbolism his films are a mix of powerful imagery at times mystical, nonsensical, violent, brutal, beautiful, sexual, sad and disturbing.
AND NOW TO THE MOVIES:



La Cravate (1957)
A commentary on soul hiding inside a head swapping story told in mime.
Considered lost for years then apparently found in an attic. The film has been beautifuly restored, I absolutely loved the color. Having never seen it before, I found it light hearted and whimsical if there is such a thing for Mr. Jodorowsky.

Fando y Lis (1967)
The symbolic journey of Fando and his paraplegic girlfriend Lis to the fabled city of Tar caused a riot in Aculpulco and was banned in Mexico by the government. Left me with a feeling of dissatisfaction, searching and abandonment.




El Topo (1970)
The infamous mystical nonwestern brought to the U.S. by John Lennon, Yoko Ono and Allen Klein. A vivid and violence filled spiritual journey told in two parts that I feel form a circle and we begin again at the end.



The Holy Mountain (1973)
Financed in its entirety by John Lennon and Yoko Ono. Hidden inside all sorts of spiritual imagery is I believe a statement about the trappings of enlightenment being a falsehood and real Illumination is reality and nothing like we expect.


The following are not in the set but I hope to aqcuire/see soon
Tusk (1978)
Santa Sangre (1989)
The Rainbow Thief (1990)
King Shot (TBA)

My first breath as upward, the sparks fly

Take it out. Watch it die.

Is deconstructing the same as taking apart?

Hem - The Part Where You Let Go
(Gary Maurer/Dan Messe)

When the rain breaks the road
Are you holding on
Are you holding on
To your last good day

When the stone breaks the wheel
Are you holding on
Are you holding on
Til the stone rolls away

And I don't know
Is this the part where you let go
And tumbling out of a window
Is this the part where you find out
I'm there for you

When the sun leaves the field
Are you holding on
Are you holding on
To the last sweet light

When the flame leaves your eyes
I still see you there
I still see you there
On your darkest night

And I don't know
Is this the part where you let go
And sinking under a shadow
Is this the part where you find out
I'm there for you now

As your hand's breaking free
I am holding on
I am holding on
As you've held on to me

And I don't know
Is this the part where we let go
Tumbling out of a window
Is this the part you're there for me

And I don't know
Is this the part where you let go
And sinking under a shadow
Is this the part where you find out
I'm there for you You find out
I'm there for you You find out
I'm there for you

The prophets make it difficult

Funny I can't seem to shake this feeling of disenchantment and minor irritation. Makes me want to listen to Gregory And The Hawk.

Small Hope, Quiet Violence

This weekend was pretty much consumed with graduation and birthday parties. Both John & Brandy Graduated and Ethan turned 1 on the 7th so his party was this weekend as well. I ate too much and didn't really cook at all Saturday or Sunday. At least the food was good. Bar-b-que burgers and snacky kind of stuff. I think I ate more shrimp then ever before in my life.

To The Heart Of A Vulture On The Back Of The Sun

I am finding myself much distressed by the lack of satisfactory record stores in my current location. There is after all such a huge volume of music in the world and I find that I enjoy the kind that is hard for me to walk in and purchase. I am currently trying to find anything by The Anomoanon, Blonde Redhead, The Left Banke, Os Mutantes, Manta Ray, Shout Out Louds, Lilys, White Denim, Chantigs, Company, Mansfield Tya, Beirut, Mi and Lau, Cannanes, Odd Nosdam, Psycic Ills, New Young Pony Club, Papercuts, Minus Story, or the new records by Okkervil River, Lightning Dust, Spokane, Minus story, Odowas, Julie Doiron, Swan Lake, Alex Delivery or The Besnard Lakes just to name a few but I am not having any luck. I dont really believe these records are that far out there.
Perhaps I need to just get over my desire to walk in and purchase something and learn to order things but I would think that I could find at least one of them somewhere.
Pretty much the story of my listening life.

No Ocean Left To Drown a Man Like Me.

Alexandra Leaving - Leonard Cohen.

Suddenly the night has grown colder.
The god of love preparing to depart.
Alexandra hoisted on his shoulder,
They slip between the sentries of the heart.

Upheld by the simplicities of pleasure,
They gain the light, they formlessly entwine;
And radiant beyond your widest measure
They fall among the voices and the wine.

It’s not a trick, your senses all deceiving,
A fitful dream, the morning will exhaust –
Say goodbye to Alexandra leaving.
Then say goodbye to Alexandra lost.

Even though she sleeps upon your satin;
Even though she wakes you with a kiss.
Do not say the moment was imagined;
Do not stoop to strategies like this.

As someone long prepared for this to happen,
Go firmly to the window. Drink it in.
Exquisite music. Alexandra laughing.
Your firm commitments tangible again.

And you who had the honor of her evening,
And by the honor had your own restored –
Say goodbye to Alexandra leaving;
Alexandra leaving with her lord.

Even though she sleeps upon your satin;
Even though she wakes you with a kiss.
Do not say the moment was imagined;
Do not stoop to strategies like this.

As someone long prepared for the occasion;
In full command of every plan you wrecked –
Do not choose a coward’s explanation
that hides behind the cause and the effect.

And you who were bewildered by a meaning;
Whose code was broken, crucifix uncrossed –
Say goodbye to Alexandra leaving.
Then say goodbye to Alexandra lost.

Say goodbye to Alexandra leaving.
Then say goodbye to Alexandra lost.

Don't forget your gun

Monkey Knifefight

You have a right to be here

Basic Crepe Recipe:

1.5 cups whole milk

3 large eggs

3 tablespoons sugar

1 teaspoon salt

5 tablespoons unsalted butter, melted

1/2 cup brandy (NO MISTAKES THIS TIME)

1 teaspoon vanilla

1 cup all purpose flour



Blend milk and eggs in blender until foamy, about ten seconds. Switch blender to low speed and add add sugar and salt. Blend on high again for a few seconds...In the same manner add butter, brandy, and vanilla, blending on high for a few seconds after each addition. Then add flour all at once and blend until just combined.Then cook!

Apparently this recipe has been published with a mysterious missing ingredient...

Sleeper, lost in dreams

dream yoga

If assholes could fly this place would be an airport.

The sound of the waves crashing upon the rocks beneath the cliffs that I run upon is little consolation to the dread I feel.

Wrapped tight and constricted I find I am clawing my way out of a straightjacket. Not the kind I want, which fits nicely and is some strange attempt at a fashion statement that somehow falls just short. Rather the kind that is designed to restict and bind. To prevent you from acheiving your goals.

I am aware that I should be able to fly but somehow, I just cant make it work.
I awake to "In Dreams" by Destroyer.

The suffering of time inexorably goes on...

Well, this weekends food was most wonderful. Saturday was garlic herb marinated steaks with grilled corn and german potato salad. Sunday was an excellent Cajun bar-b-que salmon with red potatoes, onions, carrots, asparagus and whole cloves of garlic coated with olive oil and italian seasoning then roasted/grilled on the bar-b-que. Yum

silver fish who's your master?

She,

hearing another sound,

turns away.