I Am Living Permanently In My Dream,

Film As Dream, Film As Music. No Form Of Art Goes Beyond Ordinary Consciousness As Film Does, Straight To Our Emotions, Deep Into The Twilight Room Of The Soul. A Little Twitch In Our Optic Nerve, A Shock Effect: Twenty-four Illuminated Frames A Second, Darkness In Between, The Optic Nerve Incapable Of Registering Darkness.

I Have Always Had The Ability To Attach My Demons To My Chariot.

I Want To Confess As Best I Can, But My Heart Is Void. The Void Is A Mirror. I See My Face And Feel Loathing And Horror. My Indifference To Men Has Shut Me Out. I Live Now In A World Of Ghosts, A Prisoner In My Dreams.

I Know That I Shall Have Lost To The Jungle If I Take A Weak Moral Standpoint Or Relax My Mental Punctiliousness. I Have Therefore Come To A Certain Belief Which Is Based On Three Powerful Effective Commandments: Thou Shalt Be Entertaining At All Times. Thou Shalt Obey Thy Artistic Conscience At All Times. Thou Shalt Make Each Film As If It Were Thy Last.

For Me, In Those Days, The Great Question Was: Does God Exist? Or Doesn't God Exist? Can We, By An Attitude Of Faith, Attain To A Sense Of Community And A Better World? Or, If God Doesn't Exist, What Do We Do Then? What Does Our World Look Like Then? In None Of This Was There The Least Political Colour.