tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6971743398090002432.post4755581279086747461..comments2015-01-11T10:48:08.427-08:00Comments on my floating films: the breath of the belovedRoxanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14744287536426329556noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6971743398090002432.post-2904846486672174212013-10-01T11:39:46.041-07:002013-10-01T11:39:46.041-07:00mts, i am, once more, humbled, i don't know wh...mts, i am, once more, humbled, i don't know what to say... how can this be? and yet, it is.Roxanahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14744287536426329556noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6971743398090002432.post-25875615453522669692013-10-01T11:39:05.841-07:002013-10-01T11:39:05.841-07:00erin, i am overwhelmed by your feelings, emotions,...erin, i am overwhelmed by your feelings, emotions, reaction to this little film - something i could have never thought possible, imagined, that it could touch somebody, touch _you_, this way, i completely bewildered myself - and HAPPY, it feels ... i don't know - that everything makes sense now, everything.Roxanahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14744287536426329556noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6971743398090002432.post-66677495511131736722013-09-19T20:20:36.954-07:002013-09-19T20:20:36.954-07:00Yes, I still agree with myself! (-:Yes, I still agree with myself! (-:Michael T Stowershttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11883980637574300365noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6971743398090002432.post-35515627160872507392013-06-21T21:44:59.068-07:002013-06-21T21:44:59.068-07:00This is as terrifyingly beautiful as on first view...This is as terrifyingly beautiful as on first viewing. Erin, you feel this too, and express it better than I could.Michael T Stowershttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11883980637574300365noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6971743398090002432.post-85028737288900203112013-06-21T06:52:59.318-07:002013-06-21T06:52:59.318-07:00it is almost frightening how often i said yes duri...it is almost frightening how often i said yes during this. and how i wanted the yes to continue. and how i begged for the yes to stop. please. all i could manage. please. and yes. how did you do this? where am i? where do i begin? have you released me? have you murdered me? have you set me free? i am in pain, bound. and yet i feel in my body, i feel a bone removed from my forehead. and i am not sure if i was ever here. i am not sure you are not me. or perhaps you are not here either.<br /><br />i didn't know how to be here this morning. i didn't even know how to be me. it was a strange day. and now so much stranger.<br /><br />and the other side of me, the earthly side, the regular side that other people see, it wants to shout at you, almost in anger, but this is only a mask. it's fear. it's wonder. it's ignorance. it's the miraculous face of <i>all</i> beneath it. not my own at all.<br /><br />i am staggered. do you understand? this has nothing to do with you or me. i am absolutely fucking staggered.<br /><br />why do i want to not be human now? it is too much. it is too little. it is too much.<br /><br />xo<br />erinerinhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16636371927224076866noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6971743398090002432.post-18737918370687229712013-06-15T11:00:16.591-07:002013-06-15T11:00:16.591-07:00I still find this mysteriously distressing. As if...I still find this mysteriously distressing. As if the storm were inside as well as outside. There is something haunting about the title, too, perhaps a poem? This is difficult to watch, but one of your most Tarofskyan experiments.Michael T Stowershttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11883980637574300365noreply@blogger.com