Squint skyward and listen — loving him, we move within his borders: just asterisms in the stars’ set order. We could stand for a century, staring, with our heads cocked, in the broad daylight, at this thing:

Joy, landlocked in bodies that don’t keep — dumbstruck with the sweetness of being, till we don’t be.

1001, 1001 filmmakers. Big canon. Made in isolation. I've wanted to expand my canon to something more fitting the breadth of my taste for a long time now. In the wake of endless downtime I undertook the somewhat time consuming task of completing a list of 1001 filmmakers and their most essential (at least to me) film.

This is that list. It's personal, unwieldy, cliche and if nothing else made with love.

Letterboxd — Your life in film

List by essie Patron

Squint skyward and listen — loving him, we move within his borders: just asterisms in the stars’ set order. We could stand for a century, staring, with our heads cocked, in the broad daylight, at this thing: