we can certainly or uncertainly speak of saint teresa saint genet saint nogueira saint jesus ayidaweddo buddha bixia saint kermit saint rosa saint blood saint joão saint elon saint money saint seijun saint zoroaster saint nein and nada and if we speak with modica of speakings fullness we stutter a bit we falter and slip in sainthoods smelly spillage
yet we speak
and today doo speaks of saint bela who died recently
we didnt know saint bela in that way we normally say i know you we dont know his faults hypocrisies delusions weaknesses betrayals we cant much write his wapübelography without a lot of whats called fiction in the corridors of the sane
but we know a little here and there the perfection of his art the film particularly he made that despite our and his apparent dislike of hierarchy may be among the movies god and satan watch daily holding hands on their aging couch their cats happy sleeping on deconstructing sagging laps
whose nonactors are more actors than those actors in our faces
whose poetics flower through the concrete of poetrys death
whose politics knows no subjugation
who didnt win the anarchist prize for literature in 2025
who speaks to us from the banks of life and death as a prophet conceived in doubts womb and river
who enables laughter in despair and comedy in endless precipitation
weve watched satantango over thirteen times the first on acid the faces sliding down the screen like faith every time since has been sober but it hasnt made much difference the films a drug a mysticism of a kind fusing reality and dream myth and history comedy and tragedy poetry and prose ugliness and beauty truth and lies image and presence
saint satantango questions film life production conformity definitions questions and as the doktor in the end boards up the voyeurism of his window in his deserted community boards are removed from windows in our mind and here this is a way art can be done this is a way life may be walked
but it is no end for the dance is a circle and heres futaki in mrs schmidts kitchen and the church bells are impossibly ringing again
let us honour the saint today with our words and meat