You may have noticed that over the past week or so there has been a significant decrease in the number of posts (and particularly new posts) on The Arcane Front on Facebook as well as no new posts being shared here on our website. This site and our Facebook page, as well the page I Am a Verb on Facebook have all been affected for the same reason: The laptop on which I’ve operated all these over the past 21 months went under, and permanently this time. Quick, temporary fixes were possible on a few other occasions during that time, but any possible repair would simply not be worth the laptop’s current value.
This site and the aforementioned pages are not run by a company or publication, it is just one freelancer (myself) working independently, and without a budget other than what I offer out of pocket. That being the case, I’m sure you understand that the freelancer’s life is often an ongoing struggle, with uncertainties being common occurrences. With that said, the past week has simply reflected this recent technical difficulty. Posts that have made it onto the pages this week were shared while using a borrowed computer, which occurred only when it was possible, and thanks to friends who’ve pitched in during this time…
I’ve chosen to extend an opportunity to those of you most loyal to our page/s and site to help cross this hurdle and make it possible for this site and the pages to get back to sharing the content you look for each day. I’ve added a donation button here on this site, it’s located at the top of the right portion of the page. Any amount helps and will be greatly appreciated. This donation idea was born in the past hour, so I’ve yet to take a look through some ads for laptops, but the goal would be to reach an amount with which a simple, yet durable PC could be purchased to use in operating this site and the pages. I can offer additional details within hours, so those considering helping our site and pages can know what the goal is. I thank you for your time and continued support of our site and pages and offer a sincere thanks in advance to those who choose to show your appreciation of what these various projects have to offer…
—José, Creator/Administrator, The Arcane Front, I Am a Verb, & TheArcaneFront.com
UPDATE 1: The goal is being set at $400. Any amount is appreciated and will help, no matter how small. Thank you!
UPDATE 2: We’ve reached our goal for the new laptop, which has been purchased as is now in use. Thank you so much for all who contributed. I will keep the donation button up for anyone that would like to contribute from this point on, any donation will help lighten the monthly expenses necessary to maintain the website afloat. Your support and words of inspiration are sincerely appreciated.
At the beginning of this film we meet the playwright Wallace Shawn, on his way to have dinner with “a man I'd been avoiding, literally, for a matter of years.” The man is Andre Gregory, a well-known New York theater director. Gregory had dropped out of sight, Shawn tells us, and there were reports that he was “traveling". Then one evening recently, a friend had come across him in Manhattan, leaning against a building and weeping. Gregory had just come from an Ingmar Bergman movie, and was shattered by this dialogue: “I could always live in my art, but not in my life.”
Wally and Andre meet, sit down, talk for almost two hours. As in all conversations, the tide of energy flows back and forth, but mostly it is Andre doing the talking, and Wally the listening. Wally is a man who likes to wrap himself in cozy domesticity. His father, William, was for many years the editor of the New Yorker. “When I was young and rich,” he says, “all I thought about was art and music. Now I'm 36, and all I think about is money.” His friend Andre is tall, thin, angular. He has returned from far-off lands with strange tales, which he relates with twinkling eagerness.
We listen with Wally as Andre tells of trips to Tibet, the Sahara, and a mystical farm in England. Of being buried alive and conducting theatrical rituals by moonlight in Poland. Of being in church when “a huge creature appeared with violets growing out of its eyelids, and poppies growing out of its toenails”. After this last statement, Wally desperately tries to find a conversational segue and seizes on the violets. “Did you ever see that play `Violets Are Blue'?” he asks. “About people being strangled on submarines?”
Like many great movies, “My Dinner With Andre” is almost impossible to nail down. Two men talk and eat (in real time) at a fancy New York restaurant, and create a film viewing experience unlike any other you've ever encountered...