Sunday, January 17, 2010

1019 : What does a pack of cigarettes mean?

I don’t smoke, but some of my best buddies do – and I have tons of respect (and fascination) for the stick as a poison. ( I am almost like Robert Pirsig – read Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance, if you want to know what I mean).

This quote is from RockNRolla – where Johnny, the abused and (supposedly dead) rock artist speaks : (they are referring to two props, a box of Virginia Cigarettes, and a beautiful painting which is with them, but not belonging to them)

Johnny: You see that pack of Virginia killing sticks at the end of the piano?

Pete :Yeah.

Johnny : All you need to know about life is retained within those four walls.

Johnny : You will notice that one of your personalities is seduced by the  illusions of grandeur. A "gold" packet of "king" size and with a "regal" insignia. An attractive implication toward glamour and wealth, a subtle suggestion that cigarettes are indeed your "royal" and loyal friends. And that Pete, a lie.
Your other personality is trying to draw your attention to the flip side of the discussion. Written in boring, bold, black and white is the statement, that these neat little soldiers of death, are in fact, trying to "kill you." And that Pete, the truth.
Beauty is a beguiling call to death and I am addicted to the sweet siren of its pitch. And that, why, and I love the crack, and that is also why I can not,.. give that painting back.

(Read this piece again, its not just well written – it also has a great definition of what “art” is.)

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