VINYL IS IMAGES

Alain à la recherche #9SFIFF53 #6: Folles

2010-05-16T18:45:00.000-04:00

by Ryland Walker Knight
i.

—See cyan slathers so ciel

ii.

iii.

—So stolen, so soaring

iv.

—So wild, yes please

v.

vi.

—Spit sardine cellophane

vii.

—Not a memory, not a dream, but both, maybe?

We Live OK: 22 Selections, 07.09 + 10.09

2009-10-17T01:30:00.001-04:00

by Ryland Walker Knight
(i)

—plaid life/played light

(ii)

—histrionic histories

(iii)

—align a line

(iv)

—memory is material

(v)

—up and under: sit with it, bind the resolution

(vi)

—sutured + swoled + umbered

(vii)

—burnt, but OK, cuz you tune taste, tine-y

(viii)

—broken to bits by pouring

(vix)

—growth

(x)

—Eli'd, Ophuls'd

Ratatouille's sense of taste, of place

2009-10-09T00:15:00.000-04:00

by Ryland Walker Knight

(Part of Pixar Week; to read the accompanying text, click here to be re-routed back to The House Next Door)

tablesetting

—It starts with a book.

———

I.

—Don't hurt yourself.

II.

—Brains, or, shrouded celerity

III.

—See with your tongue with your eyes closed, let it detonate

IV.

—We make our friends

V.

—The price of a pellicle, of fur and of fame

VI.

VII.

—He's a tool

VIII.

—We make a talisman

IX.

—Tiny towering though localized

X.

—Find it: go back, come back, taste everything here

XI.

—Let go, let it fill you

XII.

XIII.

—Not a madeleine

Sunrise: Monkeys do piggish things, too.

2009-10-03T10:00:00.002-04:00

by Ryland Walker Knight
I.

—Winning some war

II.

—Stealing home

III.

—Afflicted, bundled, beset

IV.

V.

—Harbor daze

VI.

—Not a hidden hat; open that face

VII.

—From the left

VIII.

—From the right

VIX.

—Just remarried

X.

—Mad, dented plastic; the image

XI.

—We-framed

XII.

—Drunk on you

XIII.

—Piggish pursuit; a new lam

XIV.

—Hanging, winching

XV.

—Losing some war

XV.

—Find that flaxen flushed

XVI.

—Beckon, restore

We Live OK: 9 Selections, 09.09

2009-09-25T21:00:00.000-04:00

by Ryland Walker Knight
(i)

—blame blur

(ii)

—rocks right sides

(iII)

—bling

(iv)

—hot on the cobb

(v)

—patch'd, deck'd + gass'd

L'avventura: Mapping Monica.

2009-09-11T06:00:00.000-04:00

by Ryland Walker Knight
I.

II.

—Pressures verging, always portals

III.

—Playing with masks

IV.

—Advertising

V.

—Tousled, tossed, two shot lost

VI.

—Outsides in, in a push plight

VII.

VII.

—Vanishing

IX.

—Schoolhouse flop

X.

—Fallen folly

XI.

XII.

XIII.

—Fright at the sphere

XIV.

—Quit the corner

We Live OK: 5 Selections, 08.09

2009-08-28T21:15:00.001-04:00

by Ryland Walker Knight

Dimensions of desire. Cat People.

2009-08-04T00:30:00.002-04:00

by Ryland Walker Knight
I.

—Going nowhere

II.

—Scale and scope

III.

—Axes, a ruler

IV.

—Collarbone explosion, clavicle supernova

V.

—Shallows, shadows

VI.

—Hollow follow, night fallow

VII.

—The switch

VIII.

—The shine

IX.

—Wired around up there

X.

—Into the breast

Stand up and crowd! Happy 4th of July!

2009-07-04T12:00:00.001-04:00

by Ryland Walker Knight

IN THE STREET

ON YOUR FACES

AT NIGHT LIGHTS

WE LOOK LUCK

IN THE EYE

Bonjour Jean

2009-06-28T08:30:00.000-04:00

by Ryland Walker Knight
I.

—colored adoration

II.

—contrast solitude

III.

—burning, bled

IV.

—turning, tournage

Born Under Punches: Véronique's Hands

2009-03-18T11:30:00.000-04:00

by Ryland Walker Knight

This was originally posted over here. Saw something today that made me think about it again. Can't exactly tell you what but I will tell you that it made me think that I should play with these images some more and that I should move them. But chances are I wouldn't score it to Talking Heads despite the impulse. She's so thin...

Dean in our window

2009-03-09T10:00:00.001-04:00

by Ryland Walker Knight

Poster for the day/week ahead: We Own The Night

2009-02-16T19:16:00.002-05:00

by Claire Twisselman

I saw Two Lovers with a lover and I loved it. Then I saw this one again and liked it. I love this poster, tho...

What Community? #78: East side ride it out.

2009-02-03T16:00:00.002-05:00

Photos by Stephen J Farrell, edited by Ryland Walker Knight

Melodrama Mondays. Magnificent Obsession: We poor devils

2009-01-22T10:00:00.000-05:00

by Ryland Walker Knight

There is only this. A new New World in pictures.

2009-01-02T16:00:00.000-05:00

by Ryland Walker Knight

[For some words both written and spoken, and always felt, click here.]

Poster for the day/weekend: INLAND EMPIRE, world!

2008-12-20T12:35:00.000-05:00

by Claire Twisselman

Via FFFFOUND!

Natural is not in it: White Dog

2008-12-02T11:00:00.000-05:00

by Ryland Walker Knight

[To read the full word-essay, click here]

Images are inspired craft.

2008-10-22T20:08:00.000-04:00

There's a lot of awesome to be made on Halloween.

Woofs #1

2008-10-08T03:30:00.000-04:00

by Ryland Walker Knight

Cutting into the world: La Passion de Jeanne d'Arc tears and tears, bleeds.

2008-09-20T14:30:00.000-04:00

by Ryland Walker Knight

Encounter #107: What I'm working with.

2008-09-18T02:40:00.000-04:00

by Ryland Walker Knight

It's been time to move for a while. Well before all this got dragged up ugly again now that the house is full anew. Gah. Oh, well. Soon, soon. If nothing else, I won't get stuck here past December. I'll get out somewhere.

Melodrama Mondays: All About My Mother

2008-09-15T21:30:00.000-04:00

by Ryland Walker Knight

[A companion image essay to the inaugural essay in Mark's new Melodrama Mondays series of posts. He gave me 20 pictures to use for the layout and I wound up choosing 12 I liked. But those other 8 are worth looking at so here's my interpretation, or reading-in-images version, of that sequence he wrote about. Enjoy.]

There's a world out there. Out of the Past.

2008-08-12T11:30:00.000-04:00

by Ryland Walker Knight

Bastille Day on VINYL: A primary colour tour through our day.

2008-07-15T00:30:00.000-04:00

by Ryland Walker Knight

Call Me Murderous, Too #2: Ferdinand, not Pierrot

2008-07-14T11:45:00.000-04:00

by Claire Twisselman

[For the full essay click here. For the Bastille Day index click here.]

Neon never naps and Paris kills. J'ai pas sommeil.

2008-07-14T11:30:00.000-04:00

by Ryland Walker Knight

J'ai pas sommeil is a restless film with little room in cancerous Paris for its live-in exiles. Everybody has an angle in this Paris, eager to get over; for all the trajectories pointing into Paris, they all point out in return; each character is a different strategy for living in permanent displacement. Home is hardly a solace: threats abound. It's a film of disconnect, sure, but the people are all trying (sometimes desperately) to forge connections, to build something in this stew. However, the weight of uncertainty chews at people until they relent and escape. It's Paris that doesn't sleep. It's fear. It's murder and greed. It's this community of the margins. It's little Harry who never sleeps. Here, the neighbors and their tumultuous sex life have woken Theo and Harry. Theo takes Harry to the roof where the white noise buffers the white neighbors and the world. Until Mona shows up. But, still, the reunion is a little bit of heaven: secluded bliss between man and wife, lit like hell at night -- only beautiful.

The next morning erases the red, except for Theo's bag, which links him to the night: he has not slept. The next morning brings the light of day and the rules of the game. Neon idyll can't last forever in this Paris; it's a dream you never had. Leave it behind where it belongs, where it began, where it never happened. Otherwise you're dead already, trapped, waiting to die.

The only thing left to do is flee.

Call Me Murderous, Too #1: Melanie Daniels

2008-06-26T03:34:00.000-04:00

by Claire Twisselman

[All images lifted from the invaluable Hitchcock Wiki.]

Tactile affect in Manhunter.

2008-03-27T19:26:00.001-04:00

A Black and White Valentine's Day.

2008-02-15T00:28:00.000-05:00

A Late Idiot Wind Obit.

2008-01-30T04:01:00.000-05:00

Home is like a naked person.
Yeah, it's chaos, clocks, watermelons -- it's everything.
It's like you got yesterday, today and tomorrow all in the same room:
There's no telling what can happen.

Catching up with 2007. [Images only]

2008-01-14T13:00:00.000-05:00

by Ryland Walker Knight

Andrei Rublev's duration. Speckled faith and running water and horses and a great big bell.

2008-01-13T16:51:00.001-05:00

by Ryland Walker Knight

This is an extension of my late contribution to Harry Tuttle's second annual Contemplative Cinema Blog-a-thon. Since VINYL IS HEAVY has so many other images clogging up the load time I figured a 50-image essay would be better suited to its own webspace. (I want you to see all of them and I want them all to load as fast as possible.) So, please enjoy a visual aid to my argument about how Andrei Rublev is a film about waiting (for the right inspiration, for the right time, for the right tools, for the right thing to say or paint or build) and creation and how, despite our mortality, we may yet be eternal through our faith in the rare sublimity of art as a religion unto itself. It's been said before, but everything has been said before when it comes to criticism: my job is just to walk you through how I experienced the object. These images, among plenty of others, struck me while watching Rublev for the first time on a big screen, and reverberated in my headspace during the next days. Hope they stir you, too.

Top 7 in '07

2008-01-08T14:00:00.000-05:00

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