Eleanor Jackson is a Filipino Australian poet,
performer, arts producer, cyclist, writer, gal
about town, feminist, freewheeler, and
friend. One day, she is going to be an
ideas curator. Which basically
means, she will tell you
exactly what she thinks.
Until then, you’ll have
to read between
the lines.
same same but different
Ordinarily, I find something lovely on Brain Pickings. Eleanor Roosevelt’s letters to her maybe female lover, for example. I am sometimes empty without you too. But recently, I have to say, this was a little bit too much for me.
I posted a version of this same mashup from another blog some time ago; it’s certainly stirring. And thought provoking. But, at the same time, the addition of visuals shifts the combination of words and music so dramatically for me. Which was interesting for me, as it speaks to the very thing I have been thinking of. Machine men, with machine minds.
How do we notice things? What do we notice? What small things do we see that make things feel so acute?
Now, exhibit one and two – above – have all the same elements, Charlie the Jewish Barber in the Great Dictator, remixed over god knows how much and some Hans Zimmer. Exhibit one, with it’s obvious, clunky visuals is so annoying to me, hell, it evens tells you what to think to the extent that you get advice as to your listening style.
Either way, I suppose it was still something exciting to see again, even if only just to remember what it is that you want to see.
Doing away with the unreasonable proposition of fighting for a world of reason, I am delighted again by the fresh and lovely way that sometimes you can see something the same but feel it very different.
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