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sebastian)))'s Interests
General
Roman Catholicism, Communion And Liberation
Music
Japanese psych/other psych, electronic ambient/minimalism, 80's/90's emo and noise rock, 90's NY golden age underground hip-hop, various free jazz, drone/doom, African folk
Movies
Andrei Rublev, Stalker, The Decalogue, The Virgin Spring, Diary Of A Country Priest, Werckmeister Harmonies, Into Great Silence, Ordet, Rio Bravo, Women In The Dunes, Harakiri, Bob Le Flembeur, Aquirre: The Wrath Of God, Ikiru, La Haine, Killer Of Sheep, The Lives Of Others, Memories Of Murder, Night Of The Hunter, Electric Dragon 80000V, Black Cat, White Cat, Edvard Munch, Punishment Park, Graveyard Of Honor, A Man Escaped, Youth Of The Beast
Books
The Death Of Ivan Ilyich (Tolstoy), Luigi Giussani
About me: I am a mason… I build houses… but people refuse to live in them… They want to build for themselves. They want to, but they cannot. And so they live, some in unfinished shacks, others in ruins; while the greatest number wander about without a home at all.
People ask what are my intentions with my films — my aims. It is a difficult and dangerous question, and I usually give an evasive answer: I try to tell the truth about the human condition, the truth as I see it. This answer seems to satisfy everyone, but it is not quite correct. I prefer to describe what I would like my aim to be. There is an old story of how the cathedral of Chartres was struck by lightning and burned to the ground. Then thousands of people came from all points of the compass, like a giant procession of ants, and together they began to rebuild the cathedral on its old site. They worked until the building was completed — master builders, artists, labourers, clowns, noblemen, priests, burghers. But they all remained anonymous, and no one knows to this day who built the cathedral of Chartres.
Regardless of my own beliefs and my own doubts, which are unimportant in this connection, it is my opinion that art lost its basic creative drive the moment it was separated from worship. It severed an umbilical cord and now lives its own sterile life, generating and degenerating itself. In former days the artist remained unknown and his work was to the glory of God. He lived and died without being more or less important than other artisans; 'eternal values,' 'immortality' and 'masterpiece' were terms not applicable in his case. The ability to create was a gift. In such a world flourished invulnerable assurance and natural humility. Today the individual has become the highest form and the greatest bane of artistic creation.
The smallest wound or pain of the ego is examined under a microscope as if it were of eternal importance. The artist considers his isolation, his subjectivity, his individualism almost holy. Thus we finally gather in one large pen, where we stand and bleat about our loneliness without listening to each other and without realizing that we are smothering each other to death. The individualists stare into each other's eyes and yet deny the existence of each other.
We walk in circles, so limited by our own anxieties that we can no longer distinguish between true and false, between the gangster's whim and the purest ideal. Thus if I am asked what I would like the general purpose of my films to be, I would reply that I want to be one of the artists in the cathedral on the great plain. I want to make a dragon's head, an angel, a devil — or perhaps a saint — out of stone. It does not matter which; it is the sense of satisfaction that counts.
Regardless of whether I believe or not, whether I am a Christian or not, I would play my part in the collective building of the cathedral.
--Ingmar Bergman (1960)
LJ = ho_zonelayer
AIM = ThreeChordMe429
Hey Sebastian, so you're on the guest list, doors are at 8, but the show probably won't start until around 9. we go on second or third i'm not sure which. see you tomorrow!
WHERE ARE YOU WHEN I NEED YOU FR.VERAS. I wish so much I was good friends with him, he's a great guy. I just feel so afraid of him, thats why I dont see him.
hey Sebastian, if you aren't doing anything friday you should come to our show, i can probably even get you on the guest list if you tell me sometime before friday
Hah man, that is so awesome that she has so many options. Either she's a very famous band member, or a very famous fashion designer. And you...you lazy worthless fuck. YOUR A LOSER. Nah man don't worry. Life isnt about money, drugs and women, its actually completely about currency, weed and sex. So don't worry man, life is amazing. Ly miserable.
Wow, we have to watch more Tarkovsky and Bergman films. They are so beautiful, those two men. They are so pure. The things they say, its fucking unbelievable. We need to watch the films, but sit down and talk about it. They're not smart asses, they're not elitists. They don't like to bullshit, they are so good Sebastian.
a) yeah i think i am 'cause i missed the show at the armory or whatever as part of the whitney biennial.. but they're playing another show as part of it in may, so!
b) i have a demo version of it that's even more amazing, i can upload it and link you if you want
Hey Sebastian, Just pinned on my wall a photo of you when you were about 2 years old!! Missing you, love you, looking forward to seeing you in Margarita. Just moved into my new flat in Berlin, have a new sofa-bed which is waiting for you. COME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! You'll love it here. wishing you a wicked x-mas and an amazing 2008 Love Tu tio Gabi
