Recorded from a cult fave soundtrack (Australia, 1975). I’ve no idea what the film looks like. Most likely it has something to dada with football. Long term exposure to this ethereal masterpiece evokes slightly provocative images shot by that Bourdin Guy. My reel stops constantly at the girl into blue. This kind of soundscape is best enjoyed in the early morning hours when content is not the most defining factor in conversation. After countless hours of talk everything you hear and say becomes equally interesting and it’s even perfectly acceptable to drop a line from T.S. Eliot without sounding pretentious.
“At the still point of the turning world.
Neither flesh nor fleshless;
Neither from nor towards;
At the still point, there the dance is,
But neither arrest nor movement.
And do not call it fixity,
Where past and future are gathered.
Neither movement from nor towards,
Neither ascent nor decline.
Except for the point, the still point,
There would be no dance, and there is only the dance.”
Unfortunately all mornings come to an end and you must allow yourself to sleep before the next morning.