Peggy and Fred in Hell

Leslie Thornton’s ‘Peggy and Fred in Hell’ is an experimental film-video serial project coaxed in deep obscurity, evoking a sense of open-endedness and temporal indefiniteness. Distinct years are strew around the web, variously indicating additions of footage to the assemblage or screening dates, but despite these one cannot placate the jagged, hazy nature of the work, nor its current status. Any given review can only attempt to vaguely approach it, always a step behind, not knowing what exactly it’s facing.

On my computer I have the eponymous 95 minute file, but there’s no way to verify its authenticity or completeness. Any bootleg sources are intrinsically unreliable, contact with the filmmaker — insofar as even she has a grasp of her “lifelong project” (given it’s not necessarily a linear creation, and any publicised version could easily re-edited by someone else) — uninvited. The only option is to let go, allow oneself to be lurched into the kaleidoscopic expedition to Hell.

The Television and Radio constitute zones of audiovisual infiltration, thus reaching the viewer & kids’ senses, as well as encroaching upon the film material itself — from the onset the medium confronts its own plasticity, with the distinction between original and found footage collapsing, the potential of non-linearity, rewinding, contamination, and decay presaging, the techniques and elements of creation necessarily enabling their own dissolution. Pete the penguin is forever trapped as a wraith within the film material, but his existence is only guaranteed insofar as he’s continually manipulated and killed, over and over again.

Peggy and Fred too are enmeshed in a variety of processes, most of all their unique imaginative minds, spouting seemingly glossolalic jabbering and singing. Whether they’re locked in a cluttered almost-anachronistic apartment or playing on non-chartable eerie territories, there exists no higher order power with control over them, they co-exist — along with everything else — within a self-propelling schizophrenic process, a matrix of potentialities, a mixed-up televised world unfolding before the viewer, an experimental serial.

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Everywhere, decaying memories

Today The Caretaker released the final Stage of his long-running music series Everywhere at the end of time (as well as a bonus album Everywhere, an empty bliss), marking the completion of Kirby’s project. Having re-listened to the whole series today, I can reliably say it’s one of the greatest and most poignantly harrowing pieces ever created, a profoundly enveloping sinking into the recesses & expanses of utter confusion and deep temporal fractures. From crackling anemoia-inducing warm melodic ballroom pop recordings, to the sonic dimensions of intractably atmospheric complex ambient labyrinths, the intensity of the work is unmatched, its honesty gripping, its implications daunting. Ontological indeterminacy flourishes, the linear progression of time is upset, the coordinates of space washed away, the disassembling mind a sputtering collage of decaying memories, empty blissful feelings, a hazy patch of incoherent fog, an eerie cry into the void.

Stage 1

A1 – It’s just a burning memory

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The music of immanence

Tonight while unable to fall asleep, I’ve decided to put on some drone music, hoping it would smother the intrusive thoughts and gradually soak me into placidity. No luck; moreover the drone record itself — Éliane Radigue’s ‘Trilogie de la mort’ (rym link) — was quite unwaveringly intense and stimulating, especially in the last third (when previously unheard instrumental layers such as befogged bagpipes emerge), during which this post’s title suddenly popped into my head. I was simultaneously reminded of black metal pieces with characteristic repetitive drumming and different aural layers progressively joining in during later parts (most notably Burzum’s Jesus Død and Paysage d’Hiver’s Welt Aus Eis), The Caretaker’s amazing ambient turntable “[falls] further and further towards the abyss of complete memory loss and nothingness”, and Mihály Víg’s compositions for Béla Tarr’s films, particularly the carnivalesque theme in Sátántangó and solemn one in The Turin Horse. For me all these disparate pieces of music convey an open-endedness and continuity, with their apparent repetitiveness obviously crafting a particular atmospheric haecceity, yet their incessant smaller variations, additions/subtractions of quantities, escalations/fading of qualities, a sense of complexity germinating on smooth flatness, and noise infused by the inexorable flow of time itself, all produce within the immanent field a sense of change, becoming, fluidity, ever-lastingness. Moreover, whatever is listening enters into composition with the music, suggestive of an intensive continuum, the whole cosmos enveloped by and itself intermixed drones… eternal recurrence of the same, eternal recurrence of difference, eternal recurrence of nothing.

I’m necessarily reminded of Mark Fisher’s writings on Joy Division compiled in his ‘Ghosts of My Life’.

[In ‘She’s Lost Control’] Joy Division’s icy-spined undeath disco sounds like it has been recorded inside the damaged synaptic pathways of a brain of someone undergoing a seizure, Curtis’ sepulchral, anhedonic vocals send back to him — as if they were the voice of an Other, or Others — in long, leering expressionistic echoes that linger like acrid acid fog. ‘She’s Lost Control’ traverses Poe-like cataleptic black holes in subjectivity, takes flatline voyages into the land of the dead and back to confront the ‘edge of no escape’, seeing in seizures little deaths (petil mals as petit morts) which offer terrifying but exhilarating releases from identity, more powerful than any orgasm. (p.54)

[T]he key to Joy Division was the Ballardian spinal landscape, the connexus linking individual psychopathology with social anomie. The two meanings of breakdown, the two meanings of Depression. (p.57)

What separated Joy Division from any of their predecessors, even the bleakest, was the lack of any apparent object-cause for their melancholia. (…) No heat in Joy Division’s loins. They surveyed ‘the troubles and the evils of this world’ with the uncanny detachment of the neurasthenic. Curtis sang ‘I’ve lost the will to want more’ on ‘Insight’ but there was no sense that there had been any such will in the first place. (p.58)

The depressive experiences himself as walled off from the lifeworld, so that his own frozen inner life — or inner death — overwhelms everything; at the same time, he experiences himself as evacuated, totally denuded, a shell: there is nothing except the inside, but the inside is empty. (p.59)

And so on. Reverberations of Fisher’s particular conception of immanence: Gothic Materialism. His “flatline” is a nice analogy to “drone”; the electrocardiogram/electroencephalograph shows ∃T∈ℝ (btw ℝ’s cardinality is called “continuum”) s.t. ∀t>T “line”(t) = 0, but my senses could swear there are some small (where “small” and the dependent variables / “line” function are left undefined) variations on that still-flowing line!

Anyway, this was just a hasty thought, too lazy to look for more references or anything, time to die try to get some sleep.

favourite books read in 2018

This year I finally picked up reading in French & Polish again, delved more into science fiction and weirdness. Sadly I have barely tried writing about anything online, I have a great number of notes in my ‘madman’s notebook’ but there’s still a deep stigma in me to overcome to be able to compose something cogent and presentable to others. Maybe next year, once I graduate too.

Neal Stephenson, The Diamond Age: or, A Young Lady’s Illustrated Primer
Neal Stephenson, Snow Crash
John Milton, Paradise Lost
Comte de Lautréamont, Oeuvres Complètes (Les Chants de Maldoror, Poésies I & II)
Michel Houellebecq, Les particules élémentaires
Michel Houellebecq, Extension du domaine de la lutte
Witkacy, Pożegnanie jesieni
Nietzsche, The Will to Power
Mark Fisher, The Weird and the Eerie
Louis-Ferdinand Céline, Journey to the End of the Night
Nietzsche, Twilight of the Idols + The Anti-Christ
Ursula K. Le Guin, The Dispossessed
Shirley Jackson, We Have Always Lived in the Castle
Octavia E. Butler, Dawn (Xenogenesis, #1)
Jeff VanderMeer, Annihilation
J.G. Ballard, Crash
Beckett, Endgame
Lewis Carroll, Alice in Wonderland
Ilya Prigogine, From Being to Becoming
Mark Fisher, Flatline Constructs: Gothic Materialism and Cybernetic Theory-Fiction
Shirley Jackson, The Haunting of Hill House
Dostoyevsky, Biesy
Nicholas Nassim Taleb, Antifragile: Things that Gain from Disorder
Reza Negarestani, Cyclonopedia: Complicity with Anonymous Materials
Nietzsche, Human All Too Human + Assorted Opinions & Maxims + The Wanderer & His Shadow
Schopenhauer, The World As Will and Representation (Vol. 1)

+ [maths]
Hatcher, Algebraic Topology
Rudin, Real and Complex Analysis
Murray, Mathematical Biology I & II

+ [blogs/sites]
Three Pound Brain
The Last Psychiatrist
DI Research Zone 22
Slate Star Codex
Vast Abrupt
Nishiki Prestige
(among others)

Let’s thirst for 2019 to open one up, further down the rabbit hole.

favourite first film viewings of 2018

Here lie the films I saw for the first time and loved during the past year. Loose and slightly contrived (to connect titles, themes, screenshots) ranking.



#1 Gambling, Gods and LSD (2002, Peter Mettler)
#2 Mandy (2018, Panos Cosmatos)
#3 All About Lily Chou-Chou (2001, Shunji Iwai)
#4 Emporte-moi (1999, Léa Pool)
#5 The Hunger (1983, Tony Scott)
#6 Zazie dans le métro (1960, Louis Malle)
#7 버닝 / Burning (2018, Chang-dong Lee)
#8 Good Time (2017, Josh & Benny Safdie)
#9 Climax (2018, Gaspar Noé)
#10 Seconds(1966, John Frankenheimer)
#11 Mauvais Sang (1986, Leos Carax)
#12 Les Amants du Pont-Neuf (1991, Leos Carax)
#13 Face/Off (1997, John Woo)
#14 mother! (2017, Darren Aronofsky)
#15 Cold War (2018, Paweł Pawlikowski)
#16 Tekkonkinkreet (2006, Michael Arias)
#17 leviathan (2012, Lucien Castaing-Taylor & Verena Paravel)
#18 Spaced (1999-2001, Edgar Wright Here Wright Now)
#19 Birdboy: The Forgotten Children (2015, Alberto Vázquez & Pedro Rivero)
#20 Être et avoir (2002, Nicolas Philibert)
#21 Scissere (1982, Peter Mettler)
#22 Call Me By Your Name (2017, Luca Guadagnino)
#23 Phantom Thread (2017, Paul Thomas Anderson)
#24 Razredni sovraznik / Class Enemy (2013, Rok Bicek)
#25 Alice in Wonderland (1966, Jonathan Miller)
#26 Le rayon vert (1986, Éric Rohmer)
#27 Passion (1990, Jürgen Reble)
#28 The Passing (1992, Bill Viola)
#29 Fanny and Alexander (TV version) (1982, Ingmar Bergman)
#30 河童のクゥと夏休み / Summer Days with Coo (2007, Keiichi Hara)
#31 Images (1972, Robert Altman)
#32 고양이를 부탁해 / Take Care of My Cat (2001, Jeong Jae-Bun)
#33 犬ヶ島 (Isle of Dogs) (2018, Wes Anderson)
#34 Hundstage (2001, Ulrich Seidl)
#35 Please Vote for Me (2007, Weijun Chen)
#36 The Last Picture Show (1971, Peter Bogdanovich)
#37 The End of Time (2012, Peter Mettler)
#38 Le feu follet (1963, Louis Malle)
#39 宵闇せまれば / When Twilight Draws Near (1969, Akio Jissôji)
#40 Golgo 13: The Professional (1983, Osamu Dezaki)
#41 Aka Ana (2008, Antoine d’Agata)
#42 Picture of Light (1994, Peter Mettler)
#43 пl3nk▲ – nightmare (2016-18) (various montages)
#44 Quick Billy (1971, Bruce Baillie)
#45 The Ballad of Buster Scruggs (2018, Joel & Ethan Coen)
#46 Simon Killer (2012, Antonio Campos)
#47 Pop Skull (2007, Adam Wingard)
#48 The Prodigy – Smack My Bitch Up (1997, Jonas Åkerlund)
#49 La chute de la maison Usher (1928, Jean Epstein)
#50 50 Feet of String (1995, Leighton Pierce)
#51 Tiger Girl (2017, Jakob Lass)
#52 Baby Bump (2015, Kuba Czekaj)
#53 Baby Face (1933, Alfred E. Green)
#54 Bad Santa (Unrated Cut) (2003, Terry Zwigoff)
#55 Man on Fire (2004, Tony Scott)
#56 哥 / Uta / Poem (1972, Akio Jissôji)
#57 曼陀羅 / Mandala / Mandara (1971, Akio Jissôji)
#58 Rohfilm (1968, w&b hein)
#59 Kazetta / Cassette (2011, Péter Lichter)
#60 Dishonored (1931, Josef von Sternberg)
#61 Manoel dans l’île des merveilles (1984, Raoul Ruiz)
#62 The Innocents (1961, Jack Clayton)
#63 The Dreamers (2003, Bernardo Bertolucci)
#64 Le tout nouveau testament (2015, Jaco Van Dormael)
#65 Eighth Grade (2018, Bo Burnham)
#66 Split (2016, M. Night Shyamalan)
#67 Vampyr (Carl Th. Dreyer, 1932)
#68 Close Encounters of the Third Kind (1977, Steven Spielberg)
#69 The Fourth Dimension (2001, T. Minh-ha Trinh)
#70 One Hour Photo (2002, Mark Romanek)
#71 Umbilical World (2018, David Firth)
#72 The Haunting of Hill House (2018, Mike Flanagan)
#73 The Haunting (1963, Robert Wise)
#74 Die Hard (1988, John McTiernan)
#75 Annihilation (2018, Alex Garland)
#76 The VVitch: A New England Folktale (2015, Robert Eggers)
#77 Cría cuervos (1976, Carlos Saura)
#78 Suspiria (1977, Dario Argento)
#79 Under the Silver Lake (2018, David Robert Mitchell)
#80 Pleasantville (1998, Gary Ross)
#81 Crash (1996, David Cronenberg)
#82 The Player (1992, Robert Altman)
#83 World of Tomorrow Episode Two: The Burden of Other People’s Thoughts (2017, don hertzfeldt)
#84 妖獣都市 / Wicked City (1987, Yoshiaki Kawajiri)
#85 Dark Passage (1947, Delmer Daves)
#86 Anon (2018, Andrew Niccol)
#87 A Spell to Ward Off the Darkness (2013, Ben Rivers + Ben Russell)
#88 殺し屋1/ Ichi the Killer (2001, Takashi Miike)
#89 Beach Rats (2017, Eliza Hittman)
#90 Afterschool (2008, Antonio Campos)
#91 If you stand with your back to the slowing of the speed of light in water (1997, Julie Murray)
#92 Origin (2012, Paul Clipson)
#93 Ace Ventura: Pet Detective (1994, Tom Shadyac)
#94 Memories of Matsuko / Life of despised Matsuko (2006, Tetsuya Nakashima)
#95 カイバ / Kaiba (2008, Masaaki Yuasa)
#96 Stray Dogs (2013, Tsai Ming-liang)
#97 Ruke ljubicastih daljina / Hands of Purple Distances (1962, Sava Trifkovic)
#98 Mirror Mechanics (2005, Siegfried A. Fruhauf)
#99 The Midnight Parasites (1972, Yoji Kuri)
#100 Gun Crazy / Deadly Is the Female Gun (1950, Joseph H. Lewis)
#101 Eastern Avenue (1985, Peter Mettler)
#102 Western (2017, Valeska Grisebach)
#103 Holy Motors (2012, Leos Carax)
#104 Mission: Impossible III (2006, J.J. Abrams)
#105 The Discipline of D.E. (1982, Gus Van Sant)
#106 Flesh Flows (1974, Adam Beckett)
#107 Vital (2004, Shinya Tsukamoto)
#108 Diabolo menthe (1977, Diane Kurys)
#109 Light Work I (2006, Jennifer Reeves)
#110 The Night is Short, Walk on Girl (2017, Masaaki Yuasa)
#111 Night Awake (2016, Sandy Ding)

Trains are for Dreaming

“I don’t sleep, I just dream,” says Rust Cohle after being explicitly told by his partner to “Stop saying odd shit.” Concurrently, a mysterious untraceable train horn resounds in the background, knitting a connection, a thought.


Rust is right. The organism never rests. True sleep can only mean eternal oblivion. [But even after an organism’s death, matter continually transforms itself further, pulsating and willing, on the everlasting unlife plane of immanence.]

In sleep our nervous system is continually agitated by a multiplicity of inner events, almost all our organs are active, our blood circulates vigorously, the position of the sleeper presses on individual limbs, his bedcovers influence his sensibilities in various ways, his stomach digests and its motions disturb other organs, his intestines are active, the position of his head involves unusual muscular contortions, (…) – all this, through its unusualness and to a differing degree each day, excites the entire system up to the functioning of the brain; and so there are a hundred occasions for the mind to be involved in puzzlement … (Nietzsche, Human All Too Human, §13

Brain activity never ceases, always productive and perceptive. Things impinge upon cognition all the time. Sleep is yet another rhythmically recurring state, a modulation. An electroencephalograph continues drawing up cryptic data.

Dreaming labels those hazily-detected dynamics. “We create and perceive our world simultaneously and our mind does it so well we don’t even know what’s happening.” It’s an incessant flow of emotions, desires, and hallucinations, a complex web with pulsating zones of intensities, thresholds, zany characters, horrors, games, and mysteries, a streaming labyrinth dissolving all subjective orientation. “Dreams feel real while we’re in them. It’s only when we wake up that we realise something was actually strange.”

It’s pretty common for long-distance travelling vehicles like trains to put its passengers into a trance-like hypnagogic state. The constant flow of scenery, being seated on the same space, the mere novelty of travel or weariness after daily drudgery, all contribute.

My head against the window and “I” succumb to the sleeping machine. Imagined scenes, inspired by the text on the book and/or sounds coming from my headphones, commingle with the auto-generated dream-sensations, as well as the moving scenery outside the window. Colours start to appear. The dazed “I” drifts in and out of consciousness, my eyes occasionally open and start gliding over the text again, reading the exact same passages they had before, and my ears pick up on some of the melodies again, but soon I slumber back into the sway and obscurities of the productive unconscious machine. Until after an unspecified amount of time, I arrive at my lucidly chosen destination. Or do I?

When positioned outside one, trains traversing the world are dreamy too. With their aforementioned vibrant train horns, travelling “na tej bocznej zapomnianej linii” (forgotten branch lines) (Schulz, Sanatorium Pod Klepsydrą) in unknown (techno?)landscapes, or weirdly appearing out of nowhere, penetrating the topography like an intrusion, an infiltration, perhaps without a telos, just transitioning for its own sake, continuing rolling on and on, like time. “You’re waiting for a train. A train that will take you far away. You know where you hope this train will take you, but you don’t know for sure.”

Some films with trains & dreaming: Trains Are for Dreaming (2009, Jennifer Todd Reeves), Kaili Blues (2015, Bi Gan), Inception (2010, Christopher Nolan), Spirited Away (2001, Hayao Miyazaki), The Silence (1963, Ingmar Bergman), Into a Dream (2005, Sion Sono), Brief Encounter (1945, David Lean), Innocence (2004, Lucile Hadzihalilovic)

Dream on.


Opening Up Terrifying Vistas (Nights 21-31)

The Shining (1980, Stanley Kubrick) (3rd viewing) 9-/10
I’ve hit a several day dry plateau, feeling down and lacklustre in general, so I had hoped this masterwork to stir me out of the feigned slumber. It really is fierce in its ruthless fatalism, multifarious flavours, and labyrinthine systems, laid out on ancient burial grounds or confused minds, teeming with unconstrained emotions, unsparing histories, erratic encounters with bizarre phantoms, the rage of unproductivity, catatonic states, and extreme weather conditions. All this necessarily coalesces into an excruciating fallout, the shining spillover of redrum all over the hotel lobby, , overlooked by the viewer.

Thrill-O-Meter: 1 out of 10 screams, spewing blood.

Martyrs (2008, Pascal Laugier) (2nd viewing) 7/10 (from 6)
The most spiritual and intellectual of “torture porn” movies (I guess, probably, haven’t seen many), justifying all the extremely gory constituents of the genre as parts of a parable about suffering, death, suicide, guilt, and visions. Rather elementary concepts, in some ways, but ‘Martyrs’ is an excellent provocation in this respect. (My tendentious interpretation is naturally the most dismal one.)

Themes aside, most of it is pretty much a bore, except the woman with the metallic blindfold helmet and the martyrs’ ’yeux témoin’, they do induce a persisting wary and saddened unease in me. Anna and Lucie’s friendship/attraction is also fairly poignant, the unbearable fetters passed from one to the other, unified by the extreme suffering.

Thrill-O-Meter: 3 out of 10 screams for a million scars, one of them not being able to clutch a knife to end it.

Hereditary (2018, Ari Aster) 5/10
Thrill-O-Meter: 0 out of 10 nut allergies.

The Haunting (1963, Robert Wise) 7/10
A very literal adaptation of Shirley Jackson’s book (which I finished earlier this week), and it gets all the neuroses, penumbrae, cold poundings, and distorted angles right on the mark.

Thrill-O-Meter: 1 out of 10 screams, for exploring the ‘uncharted waste of Hill House’.


That’s it; there’s a million other films I wanted to see but didn’t manage to, will continue with horror stuff November anyway. I’m a big cinephile, so I’ll likely do more film shit-posting, like monthly summaries of what I’ve seen with write-ups and screenshots, themed posts, or writing lengthier reviews for individual films.

All so shed.

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