Unconscious
Sunday, December 3rd, 2017I think that movies are made from the unconscious of the filmmakers, not out of their ego. A good movie comes unconsciously to me.
I think that movies are made from the unconscious of the filmmakers, not out of their ego. A good movie comes unconsciously to me.
As we say our goodbyes, Mary the dog trots off down the corridor to pay some visits and Silverman asks if we can hug. I mention that she seems happy, glowing, in fact. Why?
“This is going to sound obnoxious,” she replies, “but Mom always said be your own best friend, and I really, really mastered that. There is no one I’d rather hang out with,” she points at herself, “than this guy.”
A farmer and his son had a beloved stallion who helped the family earn a living. One day, the horse ran away and their neighbours exclaimed, “Your horse ran away, what terrible luck!” The farmer replied, “Maybe so, maybe not. We’ll see.”
A few days later, the horse returned home, leading a few wild mares back to the farm as well. The neighbours shouted out, “Your horse has returned, and brought several horses home with him. What great luck!” The farmer replied, “Maybe so, maybe not. We’ll see.”
Later that week, the farmer’s son was trying to break one of the mares and she threw him to the ground, breaking his leg. The villagers cried, “Your son broke his leg, what terrible luck!” The farmer replied, “Maybe so, maybe not. We’ll see.”
A few weeks later, soldiers from the national army marched through town, recruiting all the able-bodied boys for the army. They did not take the farmer’s son, still recovering from his injury. Friends shouted, “Your boy is spared, what tremendous luck!” To which the farmer replied, “Maybe so, maybe not. We’ll see.”
Nearly 9,500 people die each year in London because of air pollution.
How many people are killed by terrorist attacks in the UK?
Do your thing
Be fancy-free to call the tune you sing
Don’t give up
That’s not the way to win a loving cup
Do your best
And opportunity will do the rest
Don’t give in
Capitulation is the greatest sin
Do what’s right
What’s right for you to do with all your might
Don’t regret
What might have been you might as well forget
Stand your ground
And while you’re standing there be duty-bound
Learn to wait
And while you’re waiting learn to concentrate
Make amends
All enemies I call potential friends
Calm your fears
And hope to cope at least a hundred years
Make your mark
If need be even make it in the dark
Mum’s the word
My sage advice pretend you haven’t heard
I have no ideas about what the paintings imply about the world. I don’t think that’s a painter’s business. He just paints paintings without a conscious reason.
That man is idle who can do something better.
There are only two ways to live your life. One is as though nothing is a miracle. The other is as though everything is a miracle.
In the dark street light
of Hornsey Lane Bridge
(aka Suicide Bridge)
a boy sits quietly
on the pavement
I tell the police
1/2 an hour later
in the bright lights of an underground train
friends laugh loudly
a ring appears
a guy proposes
I tell a friend
I have a theory that deadlines are responsible for most good art. Deadlines are good because they stop you overcooking something. Albums that take years to make are like bad French food, where it has been so long in the preparation that everything is dead by the time it reaches you, whereas my dream of how to make music is like they make food in a busy Italian restaurant. They have fantastic ingredients and they do as little to them as possible. They just get them hot, put them together and give it to you.
I once took a band that I was about to produce, after they had made a laboured and complicated album, for dinner in a very good Italian restaurant, and I arranged with the restaurant manager to take them into the kitchen. So I sat them down to dinner and said ‘Now I want to show you how we are going to make your next record’, and I took them all into the kitchen and it was just chaos with flames, and cooks and waiters doing things really quickly. It was exciting.