ambedo n. a kind of melancholic trance in which you become completely absorbed in vivid sensory details—raindrops skittering down a window, tall trees leaning in the wind, clouds of cream swirling in your coffee—which leads to a dawning awareness of the haunting fragility of life.
Que la bête meure (Chabrol, 1969)
Jeune homme assis dans un atelier d’artiste
Possibly Charles Baudelaire
CUT PIECE (1964)
In regards to the amount of throwaway Yoko comparisons/hashtagging I’ve seen made in relation to Trent Reznor’s wife joining him on stage for a Nine Inch Nails show in Perth the other night: a bit sexist and uninformed. Do your research before you start making the comparison. Yoko Ono was already an incredibly important artist in her own right (see: associations with the avant-garde Fluxus movement and her career in the early ’60s) before she met John Lennon, and I find the ignorance as to her career a source of constant frustration. From what I have read, her round-the-clock presence at Lennon’s side was more a result of Lennon’s insecurity than her wanting to manipulate his and The Beatles’ music. She is also longtime activist for peace and equality too, so yeah, what a horrible bitch, right? I don’t expect people to dig her art or whatever, it is incredibly divisive and not always an easy listening/viewing/experience, but the woman deserves to be more than fucking shorthand for ‘thing that fucks up thing’.