"There is a pleasure in the pathless woods,
There is a rapture on the lonely shore,
There is society, where none intrudes,
By the deep sea, and music in its roar:
I love not man the less, but Nature more.."
27.7.13
19.7.13
14.7.13
30.6.13
22.6.13
31.5.13
"Within our lifetimes, we've marveled as biologists have managed to look
at ever smaller and smaller things. And astronomers have looked further
and further into the dark night sky, back in time and out in space. But
maybe the most mysterious of all is neither the small nor the large:
it's us, up close. Could we even recognize ourselves, and if we did,
would we know ourselves? What would we say to ourselves? What would we
learn from ourselves? What would we really like to see if we could stand
outside ourselves and look at us?"
29.5.13
25.5.13
13.5.13
7.5.13
3.5.13
17.4.13
"Solitary. But not in the sense of being alone. Not solitary in the way
Thoreau was, for example, exiling himself in order to find out where he
was; not solitary in the way Jonah was, praying for deliverance in the
belly of the whale. Solitary in the sense of retreat. In the sense of
not having to see himself, of not having to see himself being seen by
anyone else."
"Every book is an image of solitude. It is a tangible object that one
can pick up, put down, open, and close, and its words represent many
months if not many years, of one man’s solitude, so that with each word
one reads in a book one might say to himself that he is confronting a
particle of that solitude."
16.4.13
"I’ve never seen an exploding helicopter. I’ve never seen anybody go and
blow somebody’s head off. So why should I make films about them? But I
have seen people destroy themselves in
the smallest way. I’ve seen people withdraw. I’ve seen people hide
behind political ideas, behind dope, behind the sexual revolution,
behind fascism, behind hypocrisy, and I’ve myself done all these things.
In our films what we are saying is so gentle. It’s gentleness. We have
problems, terrible problems, but our problems are human problems."
11.4.13
8.4.13
"I
think that what a person normally goes to the cinema for is time: for
time lost or spent or not yet had. He goes there for living experience;
for cinema, like no other art, widens, enhances and concentrates a
person’s experience—and not only enhances it but makes it longer,
significantly longer. That is the power of cinema: ‘stars’, story-lines
and entertainment have nothing to do with it."
4.4.13
29.3.13
"Am I in love? ― yes, since I am waiting. The other one never waits. Sometimes I want to play the part of the one who doesn’t wait; I try to busy myself elsewhere, to arrive late; but I always lose at this game. Whatever I do, I find myself there, with nothing to do, punctual, even ahead of time. The lover’s fatal identity is precisely this: I am the one who waits."
19.3.13
"Impossible, I realize, to enter another’s solitude. If it is true that
we can ever come to know another human being, even to a small degree, it
is only to the extent that he is willing to make himself known. A man
will say: I am cold. Or else he will say nothing, and we will see him
shivering. Either way, we will know that he is cold. But what of the man
who says nothing and does not shiver? Where all is intractable, here
all is hermetic and evasive, one can do no more than observe."
1.2.13
17.1.13
29.12.12
20.11.12
20.10.12
"It is obvious that art cannot teach anyone anything, since in four thousand years humanity has learnt nothing at all. We should long ago have become angels had we been capable of paying attention to the experience of art, and allowing ourselves to be changed in accordance with the ideals it expresses. Art only has the capacity, through shock and catharsis, to make the human soul receptive to good. It’s ridiculous to imagine that people can be taught to be good…Art can only give food – a jolt – the occasion – for psychical experience."
11.10.12
29.9.12
"We know that under the image revealed there is another which is truer to reality and under this image still another and yet again still another under this last one, right down to the true image of that reality, absolute, mysterious, which no one will ever see or perhaps right down to the decomposition of any image, of any reality."
Michelangelo Antonioni
(29/09/1912 – 30/07/2007)
Michelangelo Antonioni
(29/09/1912 – 30/07/2007)
22.9.12
"I don't know, I think I'd like to tell them only this, to know how to find themselves more often alone - to enjoy being alone with themselves more frequently. I think the tragedy of today's youth is that they try to unite on the basis some noisy events, a couple even violent, and this desire to unite in order not not to be alone is an unpleasant condition, from my point of view. I think a person needs to learn from childhood to find himself alone. It means to not be bored when you're by yourself, because a person who finds himself bored when he is alone, it seems to me, is a person in danger."
18.9.12
16.9.12
15.9.12
"I'm convinced we all are voyeurs. It's part of the detective thing. We want to know secrets and we want to know what goes on behind those windows. And not in a way that we would use to hurt anyone. There's an entertainment value to it, but at the same time we want to know: What do humans do? Do they do the same things as I do? It's a gaining of some sort of knowledge, I think."
"(...) I think people are fascinated by that, by being able to see into a world they couldn't visit. That's the fantastic thing about cinema, everybody can be a voyeur. Voyeurism is a bit like watching television - go one step further and you want to start looking in on things that are really happening."
"(...) I think people are fascinated by that, by being able to see into a world they couldn't visit. That's the fantastic thing about cinema, everybody can be a voyeur. Voyeurism is a bit like watching television - go one step further and you want to start looking in on things that are really happening."
7.9.12
"To be silent; to be alone. All the being and doing, expansive, glittering, vocal, evaporated; and one shrunk, with a sense of solemnity, to being oneself, a wedge-shaped core of darkness, something invisible to others. Beneath it all is dark, it is all spreading, it is unfathomably deep; but now and again we rise to the surface and that is what you see us by."
5.9.12
3.9.12
"(...) 'Um quarto está ceifando, e esse sou eu.'
Vem isto tudo, que vai dito como vai sentido, a propósito do grande cansaço, aparentemente sem causa, que desceu hoje súbito sobre mim. Estou não só cansado, mas amargurado, e a amargura é incógnita também. Estou, de angustiado, à beira de lágrimas — não de lágrimas que se choram, mas que se reprimem, lágrimas de uma doença da alma, que não de uma dor sensível.
Tanto tenho vivido sem ter vivido! Tanto tenho pensado sem ter pensado! Pesam sobre mim mundos de violências paradas, de aventuras tidas sem movimento. Estou farto do que nunca tive nem terei, tediento de deuses por existir. Trago comigo as feridas de todas as batalhas que evitei. Meu corpo muscular está moído do esforço que nem pensei em fazer.
Baço, mudo, nulo… O céu ao alto é de um verão morto, imperfeito. Olho-o como se ele ali não estivesse. Durmo o que penso, estou deitado andando, sofro sem sentir. A minha grande nostalgia é de nada, é nada, como o céu alto que não vejo, e que estou fitando impessoalmente."
25.8.12
13.8.12
5.8.12
30.7.12
18.7.12
19.6.12
"Talvez por muito tempo, você ainda pode continuar a mentir para si mesmo, matando seus sentidos. Mas o jogo acabou. O mundo mudou, mas você não. Indiferença não lhe fez qualquer diferença. Você não está morto. Você não enlouqueceu. Não há maldição que paira sobre você (...) Tempo, que tudo vê, tem proporcionado a solução, apesar de si mesmo. O tempo, que sabe a resposta, continua a fluir. É um dia como este, um pouco mais tarde, um pouco mais cedo, que tudo começa de novo, que tudo começa, que tudo continua. Pare de falar como um homem em um sonho. Olhe! Veja aquilo! (...) Não, você não é o mestre anônimo do mundo."
11.6.12
5.6.12
26.5.12
"The art of losing isn't hard to master;
so many things seem filled with the intent
to be lost that their loss is no disaster.
Lose something every day. Accept the fluster
of lost door keys, the hour badly spent.
The art of losing isn't hard to master.
Then practice losing farther, losing faster:
places, and names, and where it was you meant
to travel. None of these will bring disaster.
I lost my mother's watch. And look! my last, or
next-to-last, of three loved houses went.
The art of losing isn't hard to master.
I lost two cities, lovely ones. And, vaster,
some realms I owned, two rivers, a continent.
I miss them, but it wasn't a disaster.
Even losing you (the joking voice, a gesture
I love) I shan't have lied. It's evident
the art of losing's not too hard to master
though it may look like like disaster."
so many things seem filled with the intent
to be lost that their loss is no disaster.
Lose something every day. Accept the fluster
of lost door keys, the hour badly spent.
The art of losing isn't hard to master.
Then practice losing farther, losing faster:
places, and names, and where it was you meant
to travel. None of these will bring disaster.
I lost my mother's watch. And look! my last, or
next-to-last, of three loved houses went.
The art of losing isn't hard to master.
I lost two cities, lovely ones. And, vaster,
some realms I owned, two rivers, a continent.
I miss them, but it wasn't a disaster.
Even losing you (the joking voice, a gesture
I love) I shan't have lied. It's evident
the art of losing's not too hard to master
though it may look like like disaster."
24.5.12
16.5.12
3.5.12
30.4.12
"Pain is strange. A cat killing a bird, a car accident, a fire.... Pain arrives, BANG, and there it is, it sits on you. It's real. And to anybody watching, you look foolish. Like you've suddenly become an idiot. There's no cure for it unless you know somebody who understands how you feel, and knows how to help."
23.4.12
"i can tell a great picture, but it it very rarely that i identify so much with someone's style (a process literally soothing) -yours is so strong through its subtlety, sort of impressionistic, hermetic and a bit outlandish and highly emotional and i guess one could go on and on searching for accurate adjectives, but then the whole thing would turn to self‐referentiality, wouldn't it?.
i tend to believe that apart from the phenomenal world what a photographer captures is their own soul. sounds a bit tacky, i know, but persistence in subjects, persistence in the way one chooses to portray reality more or less indicates the individual's effort to express itself and decode itself and communicate itself and so on.
concluding all this mumbling of mine, your photographs made me happy and while i watched them, the world felt less of an insecure place. i now was less alone."
i tend to believe that apart from the phenomenal world what a photographer captures is their own soul. sounds a bit tacky, i know, but persistence in subjects, persistence in the way one chooses to portray reality more or less indicates the individual's effort to express itself and decode itself and communicate itself and so on.
concluding all this mumbling of mine, your photographs made me happy and while i watched them, the world felt less of an insecure place. i now was less alone."
13.4.12
21.3.12
14.3.12
"Every breaking away from the conventional, dead, official cinema is a healthy sign. We need less perfect but more free films. If only our younger film makers – I have no hopes for the old generation – would really break loose, completely loose, out of themselves, wildly, anarchically! There is no other way to break the frozen cinematic conventions than through a complete derangement of the official cinematic senses."
8.3.12
"Cada plano isolado vale por um filme, é um filme. Foi assim que a história do cinema começou. Lumière: O almoço do bebê é uma cena simples, a mulher e a criança; por trás, as folhas das árvores se movem. Existe um equilíbrio entre os galhos que se movem e a historinha em primeiro plano. Este equilíbrio é o melhor de tudo. Cada parte da imagem vive, independentemente, e isto é bom de ver. A indústria do cinema procura exatamente eliminar este equilíbrio. Se você elimina a historinha contada num filme convencional, as imagens se tornam absurdas, sem vida. Se você elimina a historinha de qualquer de meus filmes, ou a historinha contada num filme de Dovjenko, ou nos filmes de vários outros como nós, restará sempre um jardim de imagens. E, tal como num jardim as imagens não precisam formar um conceito claro. Você nem precisa entendê-las, basta fazer o que se faz num jardim: caminhar, caminhar entre elas"
6.3.12
4.3.12
"I suppose I give as much as I want to give. I decide immediately if I like a person and if I do, then I'm myself, and if I don't, then I give nothing. (...) But people do have completely the wrong idea about me, almost the opposite, in fact. And I'm quite happy for it to be like that. Do I want loads of people to know who I am? I'd much rather they didn't have a clue."
27.2.12
14.2.12
"Many is the mirage I chased. Always I was overreaching myself. The oftener I touched reality, the harder I bounced back to the world of illusion, which is the name for everyday life. 'Experience! More experience!' I clamored. In a frantic effort to arrive at some kind of order, some tentative working program, I would sit down quietly now and then and spend long, long hours mapping out a plan of procedure. Plans, such as architects and engineers sweat over, were never my forte. But I could always visualize my dreams in a cosmogonic pattern. Though I could never formulate a plot I could balance and weigh opposing forces, characters, situations, events, distribute them in a sort of heavenly lay-out, always with plenty of space between, always with the certitude that there is no end, only worlds within worlds ad infinitum, and that wherever one left off one had created a world, a world finite, total, complete."
31.1.12
24.1.12
3.1.12
2.1.12
19.12.11
17.12.11
"Religion comes from the period of human prehistory where nobody — not even the mighty Democritus who concluded that all matter was made from atoms — had the smallest idea of what was going on. It comes from the bawling and fearful infancy of our species, and is a babyish attempt to meet our inescapable demand for knowledge (...)"
14.12.11
13.12.11
11.12.11
7.12.11
6.12.11
"(...) The intervention of the camera necessarily distorts and alters human behaviour, ergo the resulting piece of film cannot be objective or truthful so that film is deemed to have failed. Why failure? It is perhaps more generous and worth while to simply accept that a documentary can never be the real world, that the camera can never capture life as it would have unravelled had it not interfered, and the results of this collision between apparatus and subject are what constitutes a documentary – not the utopian vision of what might have transpired if only the camera had not been there."
30.11.11
27.11.11
25.11.11
23.11.11
"Quando a tecnologia e o dinheiro tiverem conquistado o mundo; quando qualquer acontecimento em qualquer lugar e a qualquer tempo se tiver tornado acessível com rapidez; quando se puder assistir em tempo real a um atentado no ocidente e a um concerto sinfônico no oriente; quando tempo significar apenas rapidez online; quando o tempo, como história, houver desaparecido da existência de todos os povos, quando um esportista ou artista de mercado valer como grande homem de um povo; quando as cifras em milhões significarem triunfo, - então, justamente então – reviverão como fantasma as perguntas: para quê? Para onde? E agora? A decadência dos povos já terá ido tão longe, que quase não terão mais força de espírito para ver e avaliar a decadência simplesmente como... Decadência. Essa constatação nada tem a ver com pessimismo cultural, nem tampouco, com otimismo... O obscurecimento do mundo, a destruição da terra, a massificação do homem, a suspeita odiosa contra tudo que é criador e livre, já atingiu tais dimensões, que categorias tão pueris, como pessimismo e otimismo, já haverão de ter se tornado ridículas."
22.11.11
20.11.11
"[the existence of God, life after death, the meaning of life] were always obsessions of mine, even as a very young child. These were things that interested me as the years went on. My friends were more preoccupied with social issues-issues such as abortion, racial discrimination, and Communism-and those issues just never caught my interest. Of course they mattered to me as a citizen to some degree...but they never really caught my attention artistically. I always felt that the problems of the world would never ever be solved until people came to terms with the deeper issues-that there would be an aimless reshuffling of world leaders and governments and programs. There was a difference, of course, but it was a minor difference as to who the president was and what the issues were. They seemed major, but as you step back with perspective they were more alike than they were different. The deeper issues always interested me."
18.11.11
"In the times of bigness, spectaculars, one hundred million dollar movie productions, I want to speak for the small, invisible acts of human spirit: so subtle, so small, that they die when brought out under the Klieg lights. I want to celebrate the small forms of cinema: the lyrical form, the poem, the watercolor, etude, sketch, portrait, arabesque, and bagatelle, and little 8mm songs. In the times when everybody wants to succeed and sell, I want to celebrate those who embrace social and daily failure to pursue the invisible, the personal things that bring no money and no bread and make no contemporary history, art history or any other history."
"It is when we try to grapple with another man’s intimate need that we perceive how incomprehensible, wavering, and misty are the beings that share with us the sight of the stars and the warmth of the sun. It is as if loneliness were a hard and absolute condition of existence; the envelope of flesh and blood on which our eyes are fixed melts before the outstretched hand, and there remains only the capricious, unconsolable, and elusive spirit that no eye can follow, no hand can grasp."
"And they say there is no fate, but there is: it's what you create. And even though the world goes on for eons and eons, you are only here for a fraction of a fraction of a second. Most of your time is spent being dead or not yet born. But while alive, you wait in vain, wasting years, for a phone call or a letter or a look from someone or something to make it all right. And it never comes or it seems to but it doesn't really. And so you spend your time in vague regret or vaguer hope that something good will come along. Something to make you feel connected, something to make you feel whole, something to make you feel loved. And the truth is I feel so angry, and the truth is I feel so fucking sad, and the truth is I've felt so fucking hurt for so fucking long and for just as long I've been pretending I'm OK, just to get along, just for, I don't know why, maybe because no one wants to hear about my misery, because they have their own. Well, fuck everybody."
16.11.11
9.11.11
7.11.11
"For Peixoto, the experience offered by Limite cannot be adequately captured by language, but was made to be felt. Therefore, the spectator should subjugate himself to the images as to “anguished cords of a synthetic and pure language of cinema”. According to the director, his film is “meticulously precise as invisible wheels of a clock”, where long shots are surrounded and linked by shorter ones as in a “planetary system”. Peixoto characterizes Limite as a “desperate scream” aiming for resonance instead of comprehension. “The movie does not want to analyze. It shows. It projects itself as a tuning fork, a pitch, a resonance of time itself”, capturing the flow between past and present, object details and contingence as if it had always “existed in the living and in the inanimate”, or detaching itself tacitly from them."
6.11.11
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