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Tuesday, May 23, 2006

The World He Only Seemed to Manhandle 

He studied objects with a welder's eye for the strongest centered seams which when pressured still support.





Marlon Brando was the archetypal new-type actor who ruined it looks like two whole generations' relations with their own bodies and the everyday objects and bodies around them.



He moved like a careless fingerling at the center of a clear current. That kind of animal grace. The bastard wasted no motion, that is what made it art, this brutish no-care.





Learning to move just the way you already sit still. Living in your body.



You'll know Brando when you watch him, and you'll have learned to fear him.



Brando, Jim, Jesus, B-R-A-N-D-O.



The new archetypal tough-guy rebel, leaning back on his chair's legs, coming crooked through doorways.



The disrespect gets learned and passed on.







She may have loved Marlon Brando, Jim, but she didn't understand him,





this is what ruined her for everyday arts like broilers and garage doors and even low-level knock-around tennis.




Jim, she never intuited the gentle and cunning economy behind this man's quote harsh sloppy unstudied approach to objects.



The way he'd oh so clearly practiced a chair's back-leg tilt over and over.



But, I'm predicting it right here, young sir Jim. You are going to be a great tennis player.



I was near-great. You will be truly great. You will be the real thing.



You will overshadow and obliterate me.



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