Tuesday, February 9, 2010

Raging Bull (or teaching Scorsese how not to fight)

i'm preparing to go teach Raging Bull
(obviously not really)
and find myself at a loss.
how to start?
where to begin?

i hear Aristotle arguing with Freud about catharsis.
a second Austrian, also dead, is making love to a French nobleman.
bloodshed and ejaculate ensue.

(the previous sentence contains two nouns, the second of which suffers from a long "a" sound in its more-frequent usage as a verb.
if it were French - like the nobleman - i would spell it ejaculàte.)

but this is beside the point.

the point is that this type of bawdy unproductive ramblingness is exactly what i'm hoping to prevent in my class...

[lapse 57 minutes]

i returned, feeling not unlike Jake after his final fight with Sugar Ray:



the blood.
the masochism.
the ropes against the skin.
the clever brutality of the camera.
i think of Jake.
i think of Jache.
he called last night and told me his woes.
i told him i heard little left of his life save the narration.

the bouts lost before the bell.

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