You who never arrived
in my arms, Beloved, who were lost
from the start,
I don't even know what songs
would please you. I have given up trying
to recognize you in the surging wave of the next
moment. All the immense
images in me-- the far-off, deeply-felt landscape,
cities, towers, and bridges, and unsuspected
turns in the path,
and those powerful lands that were once
pulsing with the life of the gods-
all rise within me to mean
you, who forever elude me.
You, Beloved, who are all
the gardens I have ever gazed at,
longing. An open window
in a country house--, and you almost
stepped out, pensive, to meet me.
Streets that I chanced upon,--
you had just walked down them and vanished.
And sometimes, in a shop, the mirrors
were still dizzy with your presence and, startled,
gave back my too-sudden image. Who knows?
perhaps the same bird echoed through both of us
yesterday, seperate, in the evening...
Rainer Maria RilkeTranslated by Stephen Mitchell
Mathieu Labaye created the short film ‘Orgesticulanismus‘ as a tribute to his father, a man who’d been confined to a wheelchair for the last 15 years of his life.
Code Screen 2010 is part of the 2010 Vancouver Olympics’ cultural component and features curated online exhibitions. This is the 9th exhibition in the series and features the work of Michael Snow’s The Last LP and other. Launch the exhibition to find out more about the works.
Poetry, film, and intense visions of destruction and beauty are all constructed like a symphony by the brilliant Tarkovsky….and needless to say are absolutely mesmerizing. Like a godly meditation about the impermanence and misery of the human condition, the pace of his films draws into an inner world that is densely populated by the images from the past and quickly disappearing present. Long steady shots and a poem read over top of the calmly disturbing imagery is quite breath taking in these scene from The Mirror.
This is a short article, on some of the most poignant symbols in Tarkovsky’s films (more clips included).
These are some photos I took on a walk through central park in NYC this summer.I thought Dylan Thomas reading his Go Gentle would go well with these images. Listen to Dylan Thomas poem : here.
You who never arrived
in my arms, Beloved, who were lost
from the start,
I don't even know what songs
would please you. I have given up trying
to recognize you in the surging wave of the next
moment. All the immense
images in me-- the far-off, deeply-felt landscape,
cities, towers, and bridges, and unsuspected
turns in the path,
and those powerful lands that were once
pulsing with the life of the gods-
all rise within me to mean
you, who forever elude me.
You, Beloved, who are all
the gardens I have ever gazed at,
longing. An open window
in a country house--, and you almost
stepped out, pensive, to meet me.
Streets that I chanced upon,--
you had just walked down them and vanished.
And sometimes, in a shop, the mirrors
were still dizzy with your presence and, startled,
gave back my too-sudden image. Who knows?
perhaps the same bird echoed through both of us
yesterday, seperate, in the evening...
Rainer Maria Rilke
Translated by Stephen Mitchell
