Reflections on turning 50, when you’re not exactly Dante from the Inferno in a dark wood

If you don’t want more and aren’t worried about losing what you have, either you have nothing and aren’t aware there is anything, you have everything and there’s nothing left to achieve, or you’re dead.  Midway upon the journey of our life  I found myself within a forest dark,  For the straightforward pathway had been lost.” So… Continue reading Reflections on turning 50, when you’re not exactly Dante from the Inferno in a dark wood

Fellini’s 8½ and whether or not reality matters in either art or life itself

Much like music, a great film can exist purely on an emotional level, as a stream of loosely related and structured consciousness that teases us with symbolism, impenetrable to a complete analysis, and yet filled with meaning all the same. Federico Fellini’s 1963 surrealistic fantasy about a film director struggling with his love life and… Continue reading Fellini’s 8½ and whether or not reality matters in either art or life itself