At this point, I suppose nothing should surprise me.
NasTim has been busily working away these past weeks as the presiding spirit of Cinematheque Films, working YouTube and other outlets for his, I must admit, increasingly proficient little films. Proficient, at least, by contrast with his first efforts; even now, though I don't find his own self-presentation - becapped, bespectacled, deadpan and always close close close to the camera - anything but off-putting.
However, of late, the work of the mysterious "we" that is Cinematheque has been being channeled ever more narrowly into a single project: My Derelict Hotel, a combination of poetry and video on increasingly familiar themes of poverty, neglect, and alienation. As I said in a comment to a previous post, I didn't really see much point in following along this path too much; NasTim seemed to be getting a kind of satisfaction out of the chance to chant his little poems over stock footage, and really what's the harm of that?
Now, however, we have a new presence on the net, and I don't, truth to tell, know quite what to think. I half-believe that we have here is a Nasdijj impersonator. It's as if the past year never happened, and our happy warrior is back out on the road, saving a tragic HIV-positive prodigy (and gently, paternally discouraging the tot's inevitable advances), railing at publishing, singing the glories of his selfless work with Refuge House, and generally hitting all the notes that made him so very, well, so darn Nasdijjy in the first place. Could it be real? It's authentic-sounding, right down to the pleas for PayPal donations, but somehow just too perfect. What could be the possible motive for dredging all that up again?
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So now he's got Bane Bianchi listed as his "assistant"-- presumably the same Bane Bianchi who wanted to kiss Nastim's neck back in the refuge house days-- with the same e-mail as a "Bob", who's looking for old lawnmower parts. But surely it's that he's collecting props for Nastim's next VideoPoetry piece about derelict lawnmowers, right?
From http://jnem3.home.att.net/:
"WANTED: Parts for a grasshopper 1820/1822 mower. e-mail Bob at bane@mchsi.com"
Very odd, that; Bane, of course, was also the kid whom Nasdijj forcibly (and of course heroically) detoxed. Nice to see that despite all his little issues (HIV among them, if memory serves) he's grown up, and in so short a time, to be a gainfully employed personal assistant. I wonder whatever happened to Mike Willis and Drakon Kerberos, two previous holders of that august position?
As for the lawnmower, I'm stumped. Who do you suppose Bob is? And for what grifty purpose is the Barrus household seeking used mower parts?
Nastimbane has a new video of himself, and mysteriously, depite having enthusiastic young film crew and a filming schedule "booked months in advance," there's no one to even operate the camera. Note to Tim-- when you wear those shiny glasses, we can see the lonely tripod, and your distinctly non-Parisian surroundings. I guess he left his minions while he flew home to NC so he could have those lovely American birds singing in the background. I'm so sure.
Ain't heard from ya lately Paul. How's tricks?
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