I've been waiting...waiting...waiting...I feel numb and still...floating...

This journal is an homage to Jean-Luc Godard...a film maker that changed my life...

I miss you all...how are you?

Je Vous Salue Sarajevo
In sense fear is the daughter of God, redeemed on Good Friday night. She is 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, Dostoyevski. It’s composed: Gershwin, Mozart. It’s painted: Cezanne, Vermeer. It’s filmed: Antonioni, Vigo. Or it’s lived, and then it is 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’ve seen so many people live so badly, and so many die so well.


In the Darkness of Time
If I talk about time…it’s because it doesn’t exist
If I talk about a place…it’s because it has disappeared
If I talk about time…it’s because it doesn’t exist anymore
If you should die…would you prefer to be warned or to die suddenly?
Suddenly…mother…
If I talk about a man…he will be dead soon

P.S.: both texts are excerpts from his films