Bravery and amazingness:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_embedded&v=K6cFO4v-n5U
Phaidra
With her stupid face,
she sees but does not see, she sees
a forest in the floor
that is not a forest,
Phaidra, your poor crumpled body is still
on the floor. There are no dogs here but anyways you hear
dogs barking. You don’t move and there is no breeze, but you feel
the wind pushing through your hair,
a boar’s warm blood pouring over your body, dripping down
your cheeks, your neck, your breasts, your arms, your legs. “Artemis!”
She is so happy in the forest
that is a floor with the wind that is not there
with the dogs that are not there
with the boar she killed with a spear she doesn’t have.
If only I could leave her like this, she could be happy
like this.
What is loss? A space for sadness
and sadness is a mouse.
It can go any where. Everywhere it goes
there is loss.
Of course you know,
mice also reproduce
very quickly and then
everywhere there is loss.
It is possible to try moderate
their number with traps
and poisons. But it is not easy
to completely wipe them out.
And of course, you know,
mice are a kind of comfort,
little and soft and quick and so enduring.
Its hard to bring yourself to try
and kill them.
jungle forest
We found new people in the jungle forest. Untouched people. Never before now no how having anything to do with us. We were in our metal jackets with the rockets on blasting. By chance we happened to look down, altogether, all at once, we saw them. The new people. Really, the old people. The old world. Nothing new about it or them. Except maybe their skin. So smooth looking. So much of it too. Since they don’t wear metal jackets like we do. Glistening and smooth. We could see it all the way up in the sky. It was shining. It was beautiful. We wanted to hold it. We wanted to squeeze it. We wanted to eat it. And we did.
“You are supposed to feel awful. The world just ended.”
Saw Melancholia last night. Phenomenal. My first Lars in a movie theater. And this is a movie theater movie. It should be seen big because it is big. But its bigness is intimate. It expands inside, it presses down on the lungs stealing air, making it hard to breathe. Just as the blue planet makes it hard to breathe.
This is an interior movie. It is about interiority. The interior externalized. I have been reading some Seneca this term, among other things. I am intrigued by the idea of the external world caught up and involved in internal experience. I think Lars has read Seneca. This movie approaches something of a Senecan tragedy.
But then, this sort of thing is done in many movies. Rain, dark skies and sad parts.
