30
May 11
Nobody, not even the rain, has such small hands
somewhere i have never travelled, gladly beyond
any experience, your eyes have their silence:
in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me,
or which i cannot touch because they are too near
your slightest look easily will unclose me
though i have closed myself as fingers,
you open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens
(touching skilfully, mysteriously) her first rose
or if your wish be to close me, i and
my life will shut very beautifully, suddenly,
as when the heart of this flower imagines
the snow carefully everywhere descending;
nothing which we are to perceive in this world equals
the power of your intense fragility: whose texture
compels me with the color of its countries,
rendering death and forever with each breathing
(i do not know what it is about you that closes
and opens; only something in me understands
the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses)
nobody, not even the rain, has such small hands
E. E. Cummings
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31
Jan 11
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“I was getting sick of failure, and decided to make a film in a nonchalant mood… I couldn’t figure out what to do to make a good film. What can a director bequeath to posterity? I began to find film meaningless. Now, I feel the other way around. The very fact that films could fade into oblivion is what makes it so enchanting.” – Ozu
Thoughts from Ozu
I was getting sick of failure, and decided to make a film in a nonchalant mood. Shooting proceeded at the height of summer. It was too hot to shoot outdoor scenes even on sunny days. Since that time, I couldn’t figure out what to do to make a good film. What can a director bequeath to posterity? I began to find film meaningless. Now, I feel the other way around. The very fact that films could fade into oblivion is what makes it so enchanting.
I was getting sick of failure, and decided to make a film in a nonchalant mood. Shooting proceeded at the height of summer. It was too hot to shoot outdoor scenes even on sunny days. Since that time, I couldn’t figure out what to do to make a good film. What can a director bequeath to posterity? I began to find film meaningless. Now, I feel the other way around. The very fact that films could fade into oblivion is what makes it so enchanting.