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This is a segment from the cult movie "Koyaanisqatsi" featuring the Philip Glass composed track "Pruit Igoe".
The first trailer of GTA IV features an edited version of the music, and a visualisation that is strangely familiar after watching the above mentioned movie.
A quote from Wikipedia: "In the Hopi language, the word Koyaanisqatsi means 'life of moral corruption and turmoil, life out of balance', and the film implies that modern humanity is living in such a way."
Seems fitting enough for both this piece of film and the game it (partially) inspired.
Victoria lived in the Pruitt-Igoe development and she posted her story in the comments. Sadly, it got marked as spam. Here it is:
I remember waking up each morning looking at the cinder block walls of the room my sister and I shared.They were painted blue and white, a checkered pattern. Mamma let us do it.
I remember winters, playing in the hallway on the 10th floor.We played catch a girl kiss a girl,kickball,dodgeball,and skated.
Shirley and I smeared do do we found in the middleway on that mean old lady's doorknob. In retrospect I see we were wrong,She lived on the 9th floor and we made a lot of noise over her head. The hallway floors were concrete and we skated often, all of us did. We must have really disturbed her.Iapologize. You're probably no longer with us but, I apologize.
The days of summer were especially memorable. The concrete was so hot our bare feet burned as we ran to the playground to play in the sprinkler system the firefightrs set up. The goal was to not only endure the pain from the heat, we also learned how to walk on glass with few cuts on them. When we were really looking for fun we rode on top of the elevator or slid down it's cables.
I saw my first murdered person when I was 10 or 11. I actually saw her. She had been decaying at the bottom of the elavator shaft of the third or fourth building on Ofallon, we lived in the second one. I remember seeing people carrying a stretcher, covered with a white sheet. Just as they were passing me the wind blew the sheet. I saw her. I had already known of a lot of us dieing but the vision of what was under that sheet still haunts me.Only the strong survived.
At the age of sixteen my mother saved my life, she signed me up for Job Corps. I was sent to Astoria , Oregon.She saved my life by not allowing me to become a more active participant in the madness surrounding us.
September of 1970 I went home to visit. The day I arrived, I heard a voice yelling,.She's under the breazeway.I went across the street to see what was up. I made my way to the front of the crowd, there were a lot of us there.
Jeanette was there, she had a hole in her forehead. I looked in the hole.
She had two children, the babygirl was about three or four,her babyboy was eight months.I wonder how they are.
I remember the dances on and around the pyramid. Dancing In The Street was often played over the p.a. system. We all danced. Everybody danced, some of us better than others, Jeanette was one of the best. My cousin Johnny was ,too. He taught me how to bop, and play spades. I'm god.
Most of us learned how to dance on skates. I remember St. Nicks. Nate was a floorboy. He had the funniest laugh I have ever heard. I miss him, still. The guys didn't want to be called punks so they never wore white precisions .They were for girls. Those were the days.
I tend to focus on the positive aspects of Puitt/Igoe. There were many positives.We built relationships, made memories, shared lives, we shared love. There was a strange sense of unity , as a whole outsiders were not allowed to come in and upset the.balance.We were village of thousands.Only the strong survive.
- Victoria (Vowoyele) Monday, October 29, 2007