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For Early Birds Like Me

The breeze at dawn has secrets to tell you. Don’t go back to sleep.
You must ask for what you really want. Don’t go back to sleep.
People are going back and forth across the doorsill where the two worlds touch.
The door is round and open. Don’t go back to sleep.
—Rumi

Aronofsky’s Own Private Apocalypse

Ever since the approach of 2012, the once-predicted date of the Rapture, we’ve been deluged with apocalypse movies. But only writer-director Darren Aronofsky, that famously big-scale thinker, has displayed the temerity to tackle the mother lode of apocalypse stories. I wrote about his Noah in my latest Word and Film essay. An excerpt:

Really, “Noah” works so well because it is such a personal take on this biblical story. All of Aronofsky’s favorite themes — the fine line between soothsaying and madness; the intersection of spirit and science; the wretched state of humanity; the potential meaninglessness of our existences — are writ large here. And to project our trepidations and obsessions upon the fate of the entire world is the ultimate Hollywood endeavor, which explains the proliferation of all these apocalypse movies. (That, and the satisfaction we secretly feel when our fears are realized.) “Noah” is the origin apocalypse movie, and in making it Aronofsky has called all of our bluffs.

New Moonshine, New Spring Soil

I woke up glad Pharrell wrote an anthem of freedom and joy. Glad Louis CK performed an amazingly on-point SNL opening monologue last night. Glad Lena Dunham shares her smart voice about growing up and creativity. Glad for the work I do. Glad for the worlds it introduces to me. Glad for the lilies blooming by my bed. Glad for the frittata I made yesterday. Glad for strong coffee with cream. Glad for dear friends. Glad for red wine to share with them. Glad for my sweet-as-pie kitty. Glad—very glad—it’s a new moon today. And glad—very, very glad—to release what no longer works.

So here’s to a reboot. Pick up a shovel. Sow your blessings. Fertilize’em with your shit. And then dig some more. There is joy in turning new spring soil.

 

"All, everything I understand, I understand only because I love."
― Leo Tolstoy