I am a movie-crier, I can cry with cartoons, melodrama melts me (even if I
do not like the genre), war scenes and gunshots make me jump in my chair,
still I find a way to cry. With Buster Keaton I came out with swollen eyes
the tears I had to waste to keep on watching him. If you think that I
regularly go to the movies for the newpaper, then you have to see it as a
weekly purification process...
I think that in my case it's that terrible Neptune I have squaring my Sun
and many other things, which makes me vulnerable and impressionable.
I never cried though in front of a painting. Rather with a text, it happened
very seldom.
Take care, anny
From: "Douglas Barbour" <[log in to unmask]>
> Good to know you're reading there, Anny, & writing too, when provoked. All
> this talk about the 40s in Paris & London sounds pretty wild to me.
>
> Should get some interesting 'hot' snapshots today...
>
> I'll check out those poems....
>
> Was reading an interesting review of a book on people who cry in front of
> paintings wherein the reviewer suggested that our emotional relation to
art
> is different from our emotional relation to people & other aspects of the
> 'real world'. It's a version of an old argument about 'the aestehtic,' but
> not one I can easily undermine...
>
> Doug
>
> Douglas Barbour
> Department of English
> University of Alberta
> Edmonton Alberta Canada T6G 2E5
> (h) [780] 436 3320 (b) [780] 492 0521
> http://www.ualberta.ca/~dbarbour/dbhome.htm
>
> I do not limit myself: I imitate
> many fancy things such as the dull red
> cloth of literature, its mumbled griefs
>
> Lisa Robertson
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