By: Jacob Mikanowski
“We are condemned to civilization.”
Abstract shapes in black and red collide in empty space.
He transformed physical dissonance into spiritual beauty.
He created beautiful, humane “ethnofictions.”
Dedicated to pursuing the truth about sex and desire.
His career recapitulated the mystery of the blues in miniature.
New York, Belgium, the Symbolists, Dylan, Tintin, vice, punk.
Seventies soul, eloquent monsters, Talmudic etiquette-parsing, Samuel L. Jackson.
A rebel who fought injustice with the promise of utopia.
His films are pentagrams for the conjuration of narrative.
He spurned all avant-gardes but his own.
He was part of the bad old postmodernism, in a good way.
He wanted to break the hegemony of Indo-European linguistics.
The first to see laughter as a weapon of the oppressed.
“An indescribable gamut of colors!” said the first cosmonaut.