To read a grocery list in front of a crowd, without ostentation, dispels the gap between the viewer and the viewed. This trope of defiling performative poetry, by means of delimiting the audience’s capability of judgement and taste, had often been the cliched situation into the notion of what separates a good artist from a lazy one. But before I, along with you, roll my eyes at this statement, let me extract one key idea I want to discuss from this picture —the list.
Cataloging had always been the source of intent in poetry. Works like Hesiod’s Theogony, the Bible, and other epics listing names, dates, or any kind of taxonomy are good examples for this style.
On the other hand beyond the intent of list poetry comes the purpose of taxonomy — to collect and record things that are in the same category as the other. And I’ve come to realize that, I guess, I could enjoy things if I actually learned to try to appreciate them in relation to my main interests.
So, I came across Mubi two days ago after watching the Verge’s “What the Last Blockbuster has that Netflix Hasn’t” followed by finding a free month subscription code from Wisecrack’s video Why The Shining Creeps Us Out (Perspective & Kubrick). I was eating some left over Spanish rice (my husband made) and finally decided that, in the coldness and stickiness of the rice’s texture, I should go for it.
Maybe new cinema films might convince me to sit there and pay attention. After all, they’re pretty much art films in guise of more substance and story but not limiting sexual encounters.
Content Curation, in its technical sense, is and will always be a part of what I do for a living. I scour the internet for information related to my research and I sit there taking what I need from a source talking about the topic. It’s an isolation of items in relation to my interest from a content whose thesis is similar but not exactly my own. I enjoy these moments of extraction. Where I can just sit in a cafe, the noise static against my ears, and observing the text.
Most websites right now are like this: curated content for an audience and a consumer — limiting the randomness of their search results. It does work best for people who just want to sit there and enjoy the benefits of organized pockets on the internet. I too enjoy these things.
But, after spending three days of trying to stay put in Mubi, I still don’t like watching movies. As appalling as that sounds, no I am not a movie buff. I can’t, for the life of me, stay put and watch the whole thing unfurl. I love reading. I love spoilers. And not even Mubi or HBO Now can actually make me sit still and appreciate sitting still.
I’m more of a reading kind of person anyway. While the intent of this post is to just portray the necessity of the hedonistic act of categorizing things.