Walking back to my dorm room [jealous?] for a quick coaxial fix, the title of Gauguin's epic Tahitian canvas sprung into my mind: "Where Do We Come From? What Are We? Where Are We Going?"
[Which probably makes me some neo-colonialist fuck, but whaddaya gonna do?]
Anyway, various discussion leaders at the seminar have encouraged we lucky few to consider our week here as a journey. With that in mind, here's the latest itinerary:
Last night
- Media Mentiras, Ximena Cuevas, 1995
- Entreatos (Intermissions), João Moreira Salles, 2004
Today
- Borom Sarret, Ousmane Sembene, 1964
- Tableau Ferraille, Moussa Sene Absa, 1998
- All Water Has Perfect Memory, Natalia Almada, 2001
- The Shape of the Moon (Stand van de Maan), Leonard Retel Helmrich, 2004
The evening session begins at 8 p.m., and there's an optional screening at--God help me--11:30. That's P.M. So you'll forgive me if I say only in passing how much I fucking loved Moussa's film and leave it at that. Note, too, that the man himself is eminently quotable. Here's how he described the constant presence of music in his life growing up: "My childhood was like a permanent opera."
