… CineMadison was born. Where does the time go? Nowhere, I don’t think. Anyhow, the self-imposed summer hiatus has been a bit of a boon for my intellect; most of my time away from this blog has been spent with my gaze buried in one book or another, and I’ve worked back up to a respectable daily film-viewing clip. This all leads me to believe that when I return to writing regularly this fall (watch for a new incarnation of this blog sometime around then), I’ll have no shortage of interesting ideas to kick around and interesting films to talk about.
In recognition of your patience and perseverance, dear reader (gosh, haven’t typed that phrase in a great many moons), I offer you these two beautiful little sentence-fragments.
From Maurice Blanchot’s The Writing of the Disaster:
When all is obscured, there reigns the clarity without light which certain utterances foretell.
From Jean-Luc Godard’s Histoire(s) du cinéma, chapitre 2b: Fatale beauté:
Cinema must exist for words stuck in the throat and for the truth to be unearthed.