Persona Personal Pesponse

Persona, the 1966 film by Ingmar Bergman, uses the concept of pairs, or “doubling”, in many different aspects of his film. With the exception of a few short scenes, the movie consists of just two characters interacting. This is the clearest indication in the film of a sense of “twos”. I could expand more, but in this personal reflection, though, I’d like to address the two-way relationship which had the greatest impact on me: the movie and my mindset while watching it.

Let’s just say Tuesday the 28th was not my morning. There had been a series of small personal issues building up in my system the days prior, and they were close to a breaking point -- or so I thought. So this seriously dark and artistic film at 10am was not what I would have ordered if given my choice of movies.

It happens all the time and it happens to everyone: when you’re down about something, you start seeing and hearing things that seem to relate to exactly how you feel. In the beginning of Persona, I saw myself in Alma, the nurse. Her tendency to spew everything wrong with her onto unresponsive ears was particularly bothersome to me because I related to that. But at this time in the movie, Alma was still a likable character.

As the movie went on, Alma became less and less of a good character. She became malicious, violent, and manipulative. When her image began to sour, it forced me to reevaluate the unquestioned relation I had made with her earlier in the film. I experienced some weird form of treatment as the movie reached the climax and ending. Alma’s world falling apart, due to her unstable mental state caused by the clash between her persona vs. faltering self, seemed to rebuild mine. It defused almost all of the tension I had been experiencing prior to class.

I experienced some weird therapeutic help from watching Persona, and I think it was due to the relation I made being torn down midway through the movie. It was either that or the coffee I got during break started perking me up, but I’d like to think it was the more interesting option.  

De best SNUFF on earth

ahahaaha je suis motier foux!

Finlly Fixed de curtain

My Twitta'

@ElrodDeamer 

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I cud git used t' the cold wetha.

Diffrent than tha riva.

A pictcha of me.

Response to Scattering Selves. Very Sporadic.

“Projected identities are a group phenomenon. Self-transformation is an artist’s turf, and many who have mastered self-transformation go unrecognized as artists.”

I both agree and disagree with this quote. I think I’m confused by the writers assumption of “self-transformation”. I’m going to risk assuming about her assumption, but that’s basically the only way I can open a conversation about it. What I get from her, and most people who are “culture-critics”, is that many people(in general) are too caught up in “conventional culture”, and therefore don’t really know themselves because their whole lives they have been sticking to some routine that the majority(a seemingly frowned upon word) has imposed upon them. Are these “unrecognized” artists that she’s referring to caught up in that “cultural dilemma”?

Yes? No? Maybe?

I’d like to hypothetically address “yes” because there’s an opinion of mine that I’d like to get out.

Culture Critics make me nervous. From what I’ve seen of most modern cultural critics is that they all try to be “out there” and “different”, so as to separate themselves from certain aspects of “conventional culture”, which they defined. However, I feel as though in the world today, which is so connected, all of these “misplaced” people are no longer that -- they are now their own culture, and a prominent one at that.

Look, I don’t want to profile, but most people that say, “screw the mainstream” wear Chuck Norris, skinny jeans, a punk-rock or Che Guerva or “ironic quote” or cult movie T-shirt. I’m not people-hating here, but they are now their own mainstream.

Basically the world is both so big in population, but so small in spirit, that anything someone tries to break convention and be different, has already been done by somebody else.

Metaphor time!

Culture is a large, unkillable, Superinfection. Culture Critics are anti-biotics.

The Superinfection has been around for a long time and, although large, has a clear homogenous identity. Someone wants to lower the bad symptoms that the Superinfection gives, so they administer antibiotics. The antibiotics are slow to work, but eventually they do start to have a positive effect. However, after a few weeks, different symptoms begin showing up.

Where do “feminists” go from here?

Can alter-egos really impact greater culture, or do they only affect the individual?

Sum chu-chut dat I wus doin

Dass ma to-do-list. Dint fix de damn curtain....

I made n' fishin pole wit ma roommate's extra lacky stick. Here's sum pics.

It reel reel nice.

Den I made sum beats wit de disco music (I hate ta midt I like it) 

Den I freshend de room up after ma roommate worked out. 

Man the smell on him... poo-yee!

Dis is my humble abode

Home Sweet Home

Right by mymomenem!

Where Y'at?

My name's Elrod Deamer n' I'm from Louisiana. Ill be postin' in JJ's sted for th'next few days .

Bout me-
-Sum things I luv are sea food ('specially Crawfish), music makin n' rappin, n' haikus. N' football! Who Dat say dey gonna beat dem Saints!?

Heres a haiku f'ye right here:

When my belly's raw

N' starvin' to hell I need

Mom's jambalaya 

Be seen ya. Laisser le bon temps rouler!