Wednesday, July 29, 2009
Bresson's Movies
A movie of Robert
Bresson's showed a yacht,
at evening on the Seine,
all its lights on, watched
by two young, seemingly
poor people, on a bridge adjacent,
the classic boy and girl
of the story, any one
one cares to tell. So
years pass, of course, but
I identified with the young,
embittered Frenchman,
knew his almost complacent
anguish and the distance
he felt from his girl.
Yet another film
of Bresson's has the
aging Lancelot with his
awkward armor standing
in a woods, of small trees,
dazed, bleeding, both he
and his horse are,
trying to get back to
the castle, itself of
no great size. It
moved me, that
life was after all
like that. You are
in love. You stand
in the woods, with
a horse, bleeding.
The story is true.
[robert.creeley]
A movie of Robert
Bresson's showed a yacht,
at evening on the Seine,
all its lights on, watched
by two young, seemingly
poor people, on a bridge adjacent,
the classic boy and girl
of the story, any one
one cares to tell. So
years pass, of course, but
I identified with the young,
embittered Frenchman,
knew his almost complacent
anguish and the distance
he felt from his girl.
Yet another film
of Bresson's has the
aging Lancelot with his
awkward armor standing
in a woods, of small trees,
dazed, bleeding, both he
and his horse are,
trying to get back to
the castle, itself of
no great size. It
moved me, that
life was after all
like that. You are
in love. You stand
in the woods, with
a horse, bleeding.
The story is true.
[robert.creeley]
Wednesday, July 22, 2009
se siente: so much relief post coffee with kristina
music: animal collective - my girls
i'm going to try this again. i don't know why, but we'll see what unfolds. i think it's probably. the result of some misplaced nostalgia. read this thing from the beginning and i see how far i've come. down many different roads.
see? see that? what the devil? i sound like the narration over a norman rockwell still life. i need to go have some...i don't know...fun. too bad god hates chicago and won't let summer come over and play.
nos vemos
t
music: animal collective - my girls
i'm going to try this again. i don't know why, but we'll see what unfolds. i think it's probably. the result of some misplaced nostalgia. read this thing from the beginning and i see how far i've come. down many different roads.
see? see that? what the devil? i sound like the narration over a norman rockwell still life. i need to go have some...i don't know...fun. too bad god hates chicago and won't let summer come over and play.
nos vemos
t
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