You play every melody deep in your mind with resources that only your searching can find. You have magical ownership. Music once heard with the chords of the heart sympathetically stirred is forever rehearsed, re-enacted, retained. It is actively staged in the mind and maintained. This aesthetic abstraction is missing and void in the celluloid art that I always avoid.
All feeling is yoked to whatever particular things are evoked.
A precipitate drawn from the flow of emotion is flushed from the mind by the filmic commotion. The medium favours particular things and is deaf to the way that the general sings. Of course there are films that attempt an abstraction. Film is structurally geared for recording an act. It s confined to the look and the feel of a fact.