airport (2)
There are many people waiting, like me, at the airport. Who landed, took the luggage out the door of the arrivals and looks around, hoping to glimpse the person to meet. Some just meet this person, knowing that others look no one came, and still others are happy to an unexpected presence. A brunette, beautiful, long hair and smooth, a pair of jeans and boots worn with elegance, sporting a blue sweater, is leaning against the railing that is in front of the sliding glass door from which travelers leave. He folded his arms, as if to ward off a cold that is not there. Waiting for someone to take the heat. His eyes riveted on that port, from which comes a very tall boy, who was also very nice with a trench coat beige, a soft leather briefcase, jacket and tie, but gait sports. A pair of Clarks. He sees it before passing the door, immediately drop the case, but does so with an extraordinary self-control. He opens his arms and throws her there, but quietly, as if to understand that it is a scene that happened repeatedly, that this moment should be lived plan. He caresses and kisses her sobriety, whispers something, she is abandoned. He takes over the case, embrace it and no longer speaks. While the two are moving away from there, I watched them I thought that selfishness in the people there, I wanted to be the driver of their car, an ornament of their house, that my loneliness was heavy, I wanted to take home a bit 'of the atmosphere they created in the midst of so many people who snorted, a sudden light. Even I was there that night.
Saturday, March 22, 2008
Tuesday, February 26, 2008
Good Things To Do For 10 Month Anniversary
"Anna Karenina" by Nekrosius
"If you want your girlfriend leave you, take her to see a show of Nekrosius. It lasts five hours," he says jokingly Mrs VR It 's true: five hours, but if they were six, and I'd been Cinzia probably be fascinated by visions of sitting in this Lithuanian director, born in 1952, which in recent years dominated the international theater scene with shows at a very high symbolic content, often taken from Russian literature. Very long, yes, but so intense, deep, soaked in a highly personal and artistic reworking of the literary text. Seeing Anna Karenina, I thought of all the times in which he says with a little 'too lightly that "certain nineteenth-century novels are immortal." I read it three times Anna Karenina, one of my favorite novels. Absolutely. So do my students. I admit, however, that here, size 2008, you can stay away from the world of the Russian nineteenth century painting by Tolstoy, conventions, roles, everyday life of people living their passions in a continuous need for domination of themselves in front of the public. Instead Eimuntas Nekrosius stages the neuroses that we might encounter in our lives, but not see the pages of Tolstoy: Hold even, the bland brother of Anna, looks like a mad puppet. The slow decline of Anna is marked by time clocks roll on stage, in the guise of trains, to symbolize the transitory nature of passion, the torment of loneliness, the falsity of the judgments of society, while playing with mirrors and frames take us among the group hell through which Anna sinks to the suicide (the brilliant performance of the train that invests). Among the cries of all those who encourage (including Karenin!), But can not understand it. Wonderful time of the two famous monologues of Anna, the actress Mascia Musy indulges in a "stream of consciousness" heartbreaking, soul of the protagonist leaves his body, you put in the hands of a strange character, a man down and bad (Fussli's nightmare? "the nedotykomka" of Sologub?) which represents the unconscious and that looks like a devil impregnable to play various roles on stage. This extraordinary show is a visionary journey through the shadows of classical heroine, but feel the echo of his pain until squares of the twenty-first century.
"If you want your girlfriend leave you, take her to see a show of Nekrosius. It lasts five hours," he says jokingly Mrs VR It 's true: five hours, but if they were six, and I'd been Cinzia probably be fascinated by visions of sitting in this Lithuanian director, born in 1952, which in recent years dominated the international theater scene with shows at a very high symbolic content, often taken from Russian literature. Very long, yes, but so intense, deep, soaked in a highly personal and artistic reworking of the literary text. Seeing Anna Karenina, I thought of all the times in which he says with a little 'too lightly that "certain nineteenth-century novels are immortal." I read it three times Anna Karenina, one of my favorite novels. Absolutely. So do my students. I admit, however, that here, size 2008, you can stay away from the world of the Russian nineteenth century painting by Tolstoy, conventions, roles, everyday life of people living their passions in a continuous need for domination of themselves in front of the public. Instead Eimuntas Nekrosius stages the neuroses that we might encounter in our lives, but not see the pages of Tolstoy: Hold even, the bland brother of Anna, looks like a mad puppet. The slow decline of Anna is marked by time clocks roll on stage, in the guise of trains, to symbolize the transitory nature of passion, the torment of loneliness, the falsity of the judgments of society, while playing with mirrors and frames take us among the group hell through which Anna sinks to the suicide (the brilliant performance of the train that invests). Among the cries of all those who encourage (including Karenin!), But can not understand it. Wonderful time of the two famous monologues of Anna, the actress Mascia Musy indulges in a "stream of consciousness" heartbreaking, soul of the protagonist leaves his body, you put in the hands of a strange character, a man down and bad (Fussli's nightmare? "the nedotykomka" of Sologub?) which represents the unconscious and that looks like a devil impregnable to play various roles on stage. This extraordinary show is a visionary journey through the shadows of classical heroine, but feel the echo of his pain until squares of the twenty-first century.
Tuesday, February 19, 2008
Mustard Yellow Colour In Living Room
13:02:08: "Quiet Chaos"
Quiet Chaos is an oxymoron, an expression consisting of two opposing elements semantically. It refers to all those times when we do something, because on the inside, but then, out into the world where everything has to be "normal", we make another one: we would say yes we would happy but we say no to education and respect, we would like to make a wish that is there at hand, but sent him back because there is no time, we would like to express our affection, but we are in public or there is someone watching us. Or we would cry, because a person is dead, but desperation does not destroy our apparent equilibrium. There has never happened to be cold in the face of death, do not try to surprise and excitement around you all cry, and then hope to cry, to strive to do so? Nanni Moretti send your question in this scene from "Quiet Chaos" in which she cries, towards the end. In this beautiful film, in which it is evident that he not only has the lead role, but that sometimes he wandered behind the camera with Grimaldi, Moretti, aided by excellent actors like Silvio Orlando and Isabella Ferrari, leads us to the theme of mourning, however, already discussed in the "Room of the child." Here, however, the main character's wife dies, is left alone with his little daughter and a host of relatives, friends and colleagues, we realize, have major problems because of her boarded at a daily anxious and very far away now from the threshold in which, instead he falls. They want to talk with him, but not him. The suffering of the widow Moretti you are developing in a very special path, along which the space is the reason the island. He forgets the work, you place each morning in the park in front of the elementary school her daughter's appearance, however, developing an energy centripetal (Pareyson might say a "good intelligence") that attracts all the other characters towards her bench. While his story is splashed across newspapers all over are visiting this island-park cognate pregnant wrong men, workmates liars and unbalanced with wives, girlfriends, girls and women attracted to him in different ways, even the director ( Roman Polanski!) of a large company that is merging with his. Nobody seems to break the calm, the chaos that he is hardly in this apparent cold expression and balance may also be transmitted to the child. In this film there is much Moretti also in the scene who did a lot of sex talk, nice for realistic, true, and this perturbation.
Quiet Chaos is an oxymoron, an expression consisting of two opposing elements semantically. It refers to all those times when we do something, because on the inside, but then, out into the world where everything has to be "normal", we make another one: we would say yes we would happy but we say no to education and respect, we would like to make a wish that is there at hand, but sent him back because there is no time, we would like to express our affection, but we are in public or there is someone watching us. Or we would cry, because a person is dead, but desperation does not destroy our apparent equilibrium. There has never happened to be cold in the face of death, do not try to surprise and excitement around you all cry, and then hope to cry, to strive to do so? Nanni Moretti send your question in this scene from "Quiet Chaos" in which she cries, towards the end. In this beautiful film, in which it is evident that he not only has the lead role, but that sometimes he wandered behind the camera with Grimaldi, Moretti, aided by excellent actors like Silvio Orlando and Isabella Ferrari, leads us to the theme of mourning, however, already discussed in the "Room of the child." Here, however, the main character's wife dies, is left alone with his little daughter and a host of relatives, friends and colleagues, we realize, have major problems because of her boarded at a daily anxious and very far away now from the threshold in which, instead he falls. They want to talk with him, but not him. The suffering of the widow Moretti you are developing in a very special path, along which the space is the reason the island. He forgets the work, you place each morning in the park in front of the elementary school her daughter's appearance, however, developing an energy centripetal (Pareyson might say a "good intelligence") that attracts all the other characters towards her bench. While his story is splashed across newspapers all over are visiting this island-park cognate pregnant wrong men, workmates liars and unbalanced with wives, girlfriends, girls and women attracted to him in different ways, even the director ( Roman Polanski!) of a large company that is merging with his. Nobody seems to break the calm, the chaos that he is hardly in this apparent cold expression and balance may also be transmitted to the child. In this film there is much Moretti also in the scene who did a lot of sex talk, nice for realistic, true, and this perturbation.
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