Oh my god, Martin! I was just dragged to see The Dark Knight this morning, against my will, when I was hardly awake. I actually tried to get out of seeing it, the idea of that sort of film bores me utterly. As soon as Heath Ledger made his appearance, I was agitated. All I could think of was you, Martin. And the more he spoke, the more I thought of the daemon, and Tony's dyad , and the real Peake. I was going to ask you to do a review of it for my blog, will you, Martin? I myself found it the most Nietzschean, Daemonic, Peakian, Hamlet- esque film I have ever seen, and Ledger's death was thereby redeemed. What a daemon he was, and how time speeded up and made him fast-forward to an old man in his walk, his speech, his glance! I have been in the worst depression lately, but I left the theater with my blood up, and my heart racing, and my spirit on fire. Ledger was a daemon-god, and he moved and spoke as super-human, and I feel I can face anything now, and I thanked on bended knee the friend who forced me to come along ( I had to be literally dragged out of bed and into the theater, for a 10 am showing!)-- I am going to write Anthony with all my thoughts when I have calmed down. If you do not see all we have discussed together, even in our talk of Eminem,
in him[b][/b] Martin, then I never knew you, I kept thinking of all our talks at every turn, each glance, especially when they had in in the nurse's uniform--it was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen in some time, my god. I am 100% Peakian now, and I now think that Tony = Anarch Peak
literally
