HE WAS NO NICHOLAS WINDING REFN

Lamentations. Vladek Sheybal and Oliver Reed in The Debussy Film

Too late to go to the mattresses for dear Ken all you johnny-come-latelies and amnesiacs! Just think of him wistfully when you are condemned to watch shitty, soulless movies for the rest of your lives.

What Pere Ubu was to the theatre and to pop music, Russell will be for the Cinema.

HER BACK PAGES

From Strindberg's An Occult Diary. Just prior to these entries, the dear and yet sinister psychic projection of Harriet Bosse (who is to be Strindberg's final wife, but not yet) has been entering Herr S.' room and having, in his words, "telepathic intercourse" with him.

January 3rd, 1901   Have been plagued for a couple of months by a smell of Celery. Everything tastes and smells of Celery. When I take off my shirt at night it smells of Celery. What can it be? My (chastity), my celibacy? 

January 14th, 1901   Passed two ladies on the street; it was 6 degrees below zero and a fresh wind. A smell of celery (lasciviousness). Passed two ladies in the evening, and there was a smell of Celery.