The inner, what is it: if not intensified sky hurled through with birds and deep with the winds of homecoming. —Rainer Maria Rilke This book was meant to function as a catalogue. Instead, it has pieces about films we aren’t screening, is missing pieces about films we are, and is too long, colorful, and therefore expensive to print more than a few hundred copies of. There’s no schedule, no list of films, and almost half the pieces are completely unrelated short stories and poems.
A Letter from the Editor
A Letter from the Editor
A Letter from the Editor
The inner, what is it: if not intensified sky hurled through with birds and deep with the winds of homecoming. —Rainer Maria Rilke This book was meant to function as a catalogue. Instead, it has pieces about films we aren’t screening, is missing pieces about films we are, and is too long, colorful, and therefore expensive to print more than a few hundred copies of. There’s no schedule, no list of films, and almost half the pieces are completely unrelated short stories and poems.