Christopher Higgs

On Jean-Luc Godard’s Deux ou trois choses que je sais d'elle (1967)

Godard whispers.       
“The eyes are the body.”                                                                                                                     “Language is the house
man lives in.”

This film is in color.               
                           Pax Americana - jumbo-sized brainwashing.             
A man steps through a door
                                                                     Israel. Prostitutes                  
screw customers
in the bedrooms          while their children
                                               are babysat
                                                                  in the living room
                                                                 of      the     same     apartment.
Women in a clothing store
try on striped shirts.                “What if blue had been called green by mistake?”                                                                             “Where is the truth?  Full frame or profile?”
“The world…my kin…my twin.”      
Godard has a twin sister.
Who is the “I” of the narrator?           A landscape is like a face.       Shame = Lacan.          History.  A tree.              “Objects exist
more than people do. 
Dead objects live on
while many living people are already dead.”              Indeterminacy:
2 or 3 things I know about her:
it is not definitively 2 things or 3 things.                   
Cities are constructions in space.       
Pan Am and TWA bags on their heads                         in the hotel room;        they are naked otherwise.                   Two men
surrounded      by                                                                    stacks of books:                    
the curly haired one
who wears glasses
takes a book
and reads a line                                               and sits it down         
and picks up another,
while his partner transcribes
the line
into a Dictaphone.                                           An old woman
with chubby fingers plays pinball.                  “I like talking to strangers.”   
What’s the point of saying something that is obvious?
“Everything that decorates life is formative.”                        It ends,
the scene,                                                                                                                    on Heidegger.
A landscape is like a face.                   The expression on her face.                 “Then we talk
until we disagree.”                 
To define one’s self
in one word:                                        not-yet-dead.

Wendy XuChristopher Higgs (@higgschrishiggs) created Becoming Monster (The Cupboard, 2013), The Complete Works of Marvin K. Mooney (Sator Press, 2010), and ONE (Roof Books, 2012). He currently teaches at Florida State University and curates the critically acclaimed online art gallery Bright Stupid Confetti