nedjelja, 20.01.2013.
"We all play our parts...
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... Some play them negligently, others with great care." Helena Ekdahl, grandmother, Ingmar Bergman: "Fanny och Alexander" Ovom prilikom mi je pažnju odvukla misao o povezanosti straha i mašte. Čudna sprega. Okrutno je to što odrasli vrlo rado posežu za zastrašivanjem, osobito djece. Otkuda ta potreba biti jači nad naizgled slabijim? Nije mi uvijek lako odlučiti se ostati tri sata pred ekranom jer se bojim da ću možda nešto propustiti. Ovaj puta nisam. I opet sam vidjela nešto novo. Fanny och Alexander, 0:40:26 |
nedjelja, 13.01.2013.
It sifts...
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... from Leaden Sieves - It powders all the Wood. It fills with Alabaster Wool The Wrinkles of the Road - It makes an Even Face Of Mountain, and of Plain - Unbroken Forehead from the East Unto the East again - It reaches to the Fence - It wraps it Rail by Rail Till it is lost in Fleeces - It deals Celestial Vail To Stump, and Stack - and Stem - A Summer’s empty Room - Acres of Joints, where Harvests were, Recordless, but for them - It Ruffles Wrists of Posts As Ankles of a Queen - Then stills its Artisans - like Ghosts - Denying they have been - E. Dickinson http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UBM4iSr10Ro |
