Dr Strange II – … things are the same again

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2012, 20th century, 6*, anatta, beauty, change, chaos, conventional reality, Dr Strange, ellipsis, emptiness, Gene Colan, life, occult, power, samsara, society, speech, Steve Englehart, time, ultimate reality, world

sequel to Dr Strange I – the trashcan tilted the better to see now the street; evincement of “[Dr Strange] … lives between the two worlds – the physical/political and the occult worlds – or rather he lives amid at the same time. He is ‘strange’ because he bridges these two worlds … I once heard David Lynch [who I think should direct the upcoming Dr Strange film] talk about how he achieves his perspectives in his work by ‘filming through the eye of a duck’ meaning that he doesn’t just film ‘lineally’ he films simultaneously/alternately – he shoots a scene/whole films which physically depict one narrative but which affectively show an alternate landscape in which they play out.” (from four-colour pulp into cinematic di[gital]pix[el][live ac]tion so easily makes for semantic palava (if you read what I mean) … the foredreading of Dr Strange); Dr Strange does not appear in this segment of the Dr Strange heptaptych, but then again, he does[n’t] … thing is, it’s strange

                … things are the same again
                                always have
                                always had
                                              the second half of the twentieth century
                incorporated it
                                              you either had it or you wanted it
                                either way it fed the corporation
                                everyone fed the corporation
                                                              by wealth by health
                                                                                 by belief
                                              this is the way things are
                                                              dwelt at the very heart of the world
                                                                                 turning growing fiery
                there comes a time
                                when the power and the beauty
                                                              become elliptical
                                                              to each other
                                              to themselves
                                                                                 then chaos will come
                                you mark my words
                thinks the aged Genghis high on the edge of the world
                                              aged enough in life
                                to see beyond the self:                     there is nothing there
there is nothing there