May 02, 2009

je vous salue, sarajevo

Godard of the day. I think this is his strongest narration.
In a sense, fear is the daughter of God, redeemed on Good Friday night. She's not beautiful, mocked, cursed and disowned by all. But don't get it wrong, she watches over all mortal agony, she intercedes for mankind.

For there's a rule and an exception. Culture is the rule and art is the exception.

Everybody speaks the rule: cigarette, computer, T-shirt, TV, tourism, war.

Nobody speaks the exception. It isn't spoken. It's written: Flaubert, Dostoevsky. It's composed: Gershwin, Mozart. It's painted: Cezanne, Vermeer. It's filmed: Antonioni, Vigo. Or it's lived, and then it's the art of living: Srebrenica, Mostar, Sarajevo.

The rule is to want the death of the exception. So the rule for Cultural Europe is to organize the death of the art of living, which still flourishes.

When it's time to close the book, I'll have no regrets. I have seen so many people live so badly, and so many die so well.

JLG continues his theme of art as revolution. The rule will always be there to destroy the exception.

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