No country for old men - The Ending

Comment by BO on July 19, 2010 at 10:48pm

It would be nice to think there was some meaning buried in this shit. Not the movie...but life itself. Seems once you realize there's no plot, it's almost over. Good movie. But then, I like the author's sense of irony and his nihilism. It's refreshingly honest.

Comment by curt on July 23, 2010 at 1:16pm

There is a meaning buried in it. Just listen to how the Sheriff goes on about his Dad carrying the fire and goin' on ahead. That's native american. It goes way back. It's so damned spiritual it aint funny. Goin' on ahead = on the other side and waiting for you. It's deep, real deep. The whole movie struck me as deep. But then again, it's just like home for me, the desert, the lingo, the drug runs, the shootings, the Mexican border, the dialect. It gives me the shivers each time I see it. But I'm a weird one with my taste in art.

Comment by BO on July 24, 2010 at 9:34pm

I suppose if one believed in the 'other side', the futility of finding justice on this earth might not seem so meaningless. But that is the basis for my belief in the absurd--life's a bitch, and then you die.

But regardless, I too think the movie is great.

Comment by waldopaper on July 24, 2010 at 10:40pm

hoo boy... Curt you is goin through a lot of that "next-on-the-bench" stuff... I know I have... and if you haven't had a dream like this one yet... you will soon. Sometimes I think the Old Ones watch us... and sometimes I think there aint nothin out there but dark matter and gas... and mebbe they're the same thing. I dunno.

I saw a ghost the other night... now disclaimer: it could have been pareidolia... or a brain dump... or a bit of underdone potato... but I saw what I saw: a young, thin man who somewhat resembled one of the kids in our group... so I thought that's who it was. Said out loud, "What are you doing?" Flicked my bandanna toward him, and it was gone. Waxing poetic, I would say he was "the past." I rarely think about him these days, "Past" or "future," they are illusions that can seem "real." "Did it not seem real?"

"You can't stop what's coming." Is it already "here?" And when it "goes," where does it "go?" Of course there is "meaning," as there is to all sentient things throughout the universe capable of pattern recognition. Going beyond and building a fire is chock-full of meaning. It is said that once we Germans worshiped fire. I have also heard the Mayans worshiped time. Is there time beyond the fire-light? Are we slaves to time and darkness? And the greatest question of all:

Is shitting in potable water any different than shitting in our skillet?

Comment by Mouse on July 25, 2010 at 7:08am

The silence I was trying to break was on the theme of plots, and Waldo has hit the nail on the head with his pattern matching, while we notice what we notice and do what we do, and build our palaces of dreams and experience with the bricks of our deeds and mortar of our thoughts.

Eighteen years ago I was standing at the front door one spring morning, a short time after my friend Auntie Teri's death. Billy was taking our 4 year old daughter out for the day, and they had just departed when I saw the waterfall of rainbow lights, hundreds, alive and cascading in the rose bush.
Never before nor since have I seen such a thing, and I shouted their names to return and see this natural wonder, but it quickly became smaller, and was gone. They didn't see it.
As I closed the door, wondering what it had been, this rainbow like a waterfall, I recognised her sense of humour. It was all around me at the bottom of the stairs.

Comment by hannah j on July 27, 2010 at 12:48am

so is this where you guys have been hanging out? i just have been checking the main page.... i will read this and get back! i am posting some photos from last sunday's drive.

Comment by curt on July 29, 2010 at 12:59pm

I likes the language. Have I said that already? I like the fucked up way they talk in that there movie. It's so damned down home it ain't funny.

Pattern searching & shittin' in potable water. Waldopisano, you never fail to crack me up and hit a few nails on their heads while doin' it.

Damn, I droped a new turd on the graden group and it ain't showin' up. I wonders why. If you have potato plants and the like, this is a must read.

curt

Comment by curt on July 29, 2010 at 1:02pm

I deleted it and put it up as a blog entry. Should be visible now.

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