Agee wrote late at night, for people to read late at night.
I see now, in light of my two previous posts, why bloggers write mostly of their own exploits.
It is easier.
Our natural human comportment dials in at self-centered. This hour, mine is registering Platonian Platonic levels of superhumandom.
And that is all.
Fuck. It’s looking more like I’m just unoriginal. There’s another video in the contest with my same theme, and this one’s got a lady in it. Did I not get the memo? Was every entry required to do an interrogation scenario? Seriously. I should’ve made one about cheese.
I entered a contest to win some money to go to film school so I could actually learn how to shoot and edit and propagate a new generation of womyn films. Yes, I wrote Y on purpose. Turns out, I am either totally unoriginal, or here’s hoping, my brain has been penetrated further than initially realized by predominant norms of male-centric film ideas, which is to say, there are three (at least) other dudes who made the same freakin thing as me. Fuck, fuckity, fuck fuck.
This is the first and last time I let someone talk me out of my initial gut instinct. In case anyone out there is interested, search for calma-sutra on you-tube, and for a great actor guy that resembles, in a handsome way, George W. Bush, waxing passionately about tea whilst under interrogation.
Sigh. It’s time for some more wine therapy.
