"This is why true beauty never strikes us directly. The setting sun is beautiful because of all it makes us lose."

ANTONIN ARTAUD

Just as her documentaries work on her own personal issues and become marvelous takes on universal feelings, in Kawase’s fiction films feelings emerge from deep rooted places and are slowly and calmly unfolded until they become transparent.

Naomi Kawase’s films heal and sweep us away with comfort. They go to cathartic extremes, but they are nevertheless smoothening and eased by a sweet and calm feel of tranquility, making us feel – as we watched people struggling with the purest of hardships - that still everything is going to be ok.

aqui

❁ pausa para recuperar o fôlego ❁

Memorizing a poem

(...) I still was shocked by the poem’s palpable effect on me. I think we’re biologically impacted by language. It can be deeply, deeply nourishing. And I don’t mean that as a metaphor. It can feel like something cellular gets fed. When language is treated beautifully and interestingly, it can feel good for the body: It’s nourishing, it’s rejuvenating. This is not the way we typically think about literature, which tend to talk about as taking place inside the head—even if it’s the emotional part of the head. To feel energized by Stevens was a singular experience that reminded me how words register in our physical bodies, too. It felt like concrete proof that literature is important. 

I think a good poem will always stay a little mysterious. The best writing does. The words that click into place, wrap around something mysterious. They create a shape around which something lives—and they give hints about what that thing is, but do not reveal it fully. That’s the thing I want to do in my own writing: present words that act as a vessel for something more mysterious. I know it’s working when I feel like there’s something hovering beneath it the verbal, that mysterious emotional place that Stevens wrote about.

 Language is limited, it’s a faulty tool. But how high it lights the dark.

daqui

...the Double, not of this direct, everyday reality of which it is gradually being reduced to a mere inert replica - as empty as it is sugarcoated - but of another archetypal and dangerous reality, a reality of which the Principles, like dolphins, once they have shown their heads, hurry to dive back into the obscurity of the deep.

ANTONIN ARTAUD

Film can reveal the invisible, but you must be willing to let it show.

WIM WENDERS

uma galáxia que tudo atrai

Casa de lava, PEDRO COSTA

Só quando o ritmo se torna o único modo de expressão do pensamento, só então é que há poesia. 

Para que o espírito se torne poesia, é preciso que ele traga nele o mistério de um ritmo inato. É somente nesse ritmo que ele pode viver e tornar-se visível. E toda a obra de arte não é senão um único e mesmo ritmo. 

Tudo é apenas ritmo. O destino do homem é um só ritmo celeste, como toda a obra de arte é um ritmo único. 

 Entrevistas da loucura com Sinclair (1804)

como já se dizia, montagem minha bela inquietação, obsessão

je trouve enfin ma voie : le montage. 

FRANCINE LEMAITRE

Poor Jean, with all his dreams of many films... 

Stan Brakhage

Sakura

When standing under the old trees, the layers of flower petals look like women’s underwear, transparent to the sky above.

NOBUYOSHI ARAKI

Here, in my solitude

It oozes out of me like a broken tube of toothpaste; it doesn’t want to stay within the confines of my body. A strange feeling of weight and volume. Soul volume perhaps, which rises like clouds of smoke and envelops my body.

INGMAR BERGMAN

They burst forth into a fountain of sparks and all our emotions burst with them.

Valerie and I pretended not to be aware of his presence... but we knew perfectly well that his eyes were on us.

THE RIVER, RENOIR

uma cicatriz deixada pelos momentos (e cortes) perfeitos

"O eu de cada pessoa tornou-se o seu próprio fardo; conhecer-se a si mesmo tornou-se antes uma finalidade do que um meio através do qual se conhece o mundo. E precisamente porque estamos tão absortos em nós mesmos, é-nos extremamente difícil chegar a um princípio privado, dar qualquer explicação clara para nós mesmos ou para os outros daquilo que são as nossas personalidades. A razão está em que, quanto mais privatizada é a psique, menos estimulada ela será e tanto mais nos será difícil sentir ou exprimir sentimentos." 

SENNETT