Synopsis
Images from the texts of Rumi, 13th century Sufi poet.
Images from the texts of Rumi, 13th century Sufi poet.
The art of spiritual praxis. Words are just a pretext for sacred inner bond. Beyond the superimposed texts on billowy smokes are the openings of windows like the eyes of the soul onto beatific lands, like so many revelations unto love, and the blissful thrum of the universe.
Why do you stay in prison, when the door is so wide open?
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Why should I seek? I am the same as
He. His essence speaks through me.
I have been looking for myself!
Once you get past the first eight minutes of random handwritten text floating in low-res wafts of orange smoke set to Bach piano music—which, given the rest of the film, feels tacked on and out of character, frankly—the remaining (and far more essential) twenty-seven minutes of Narcisa Hirsch's Rumi present an intriguing, if somewhat self-consciously artful blend of sounds and images that reach for resonance with Rumi's poetry. Whether Hirsch has succeeded or not will depend on your subjective judgment, but the moments of imagistic beauty and mystery (there are no doubts about Hirsch's cinematic eye, intermittently recalling Paradjanov) serve as an inventive homage to Rumi that will no doubt appeal to those similarly attuned.
I planted roses, but without you they were thorns.
I hatched peacock eggs. Snakes were inside.
Played the harp, sour music.
I went to the eighth heaven. It was the lowest hell.
I say what I think I should do.
You say Die. I say my lamp’s oil
has turned to water. You say Die.
I say I burn like a moth in the candle
of your face. You say Die.
Eyes. You say Keep them open.
Liver. You say Keep it working.
I mention the heart-center. You ask What is there?
Much love for you. Keep it for yourself.
Secrets try to enter our ears. Don’t prevent them.
Don’t hide your face. Don’t let us
be without music and wine. Don’t let us
breathe once without being where you are.
#RumiWhisperer #EarlyASMRmovies
#The world today lives for the pretext
To realize that all your life—you know, all your love, all your hate, all your memory, all your pain—it was all the same thing. It was all the same dream.
أثناء مشاهدتي لهذه الدقائقِ الصوفيةِ المُثقلةِ بحزن الطبيعة والبشر؛ تمنيتُ لو أنّها كانت تنتمي للمخرج الإيطالي فرانكو بيافولي، وقلتُ في نفسي أنٌه لو كان فلما يخصه لندّدتُ بأنّه أفضلُ ما صنعَه، لكنه ليس له.. يالخسارته لعدم ارتقائه لهذا القدر من التّصوُّف!
هذا الفلمٌ القصيرٌ خاصٌّ بمخرجة أخرى غابرة، الأرجنتينية نارسيزا هيرش التي مالت إلى أن تقدّر أشعار الرّومي وتُترجِمها إلى عالمٍ بأسره، عاكسةً أدبَه التأمّلي الرومانسيَّ في سينماها التجريدية التي تشعرُك لوهلات عدة أنها لن تنتهي قط! لتخلُص إلينا بجلسةٍ روحانية من نصف ساعة.. حيث الشِّعرُ له رويٌّ وقافيةٌ ذَوُوا أبعادٍ أخرى، مرئية!
Rumi is perhaps one of my favorite poets till this day. There's some writers that write about love and union without getting it right - I can't connect. However, there's poets that Rumi that just get it good. I want to buy all of his books, his words are refreshing.
Sort of an illuminated poem, in that the quotations are primary and the imagery is supplementary, the quotes appearing by themselves at first and then reappearing in fragments as they are intercut with Hirsch’s layered footage. It’s not often that you see such a direct cinematic engagement with poetry, even if I’m not especially fond of Rumi in particular.
took the maddest shit during this movie (real)
Rumi’s texts intersect with John Cage’s music. Captivating.
o poranku budzimy się puści i przerażeni, jeden wieczny dzień człowieka, zanim nadejdzie wieczór... XIII-wieczny poemat suficki...
Images from the texts of Rumi, 13th century Sufi poet. mubi
Narcisa Hirsch (née Heuser, 16 February 1928 – 4 May 2024) was an Argentine experimental filmmaker of German birth. Her work centered on themes of the body, love, sex, death, movement and the female gaze. Despite this focus on women, she resisted being labeled as a feminist.
www.wikiwand.com/en/articles/Narcisa_Hirsch
Portrait of Narcisa Hirsch
Narcisa Hirsch
The experimental filmmaker Narcisa Hirsch was born in Berlin in 1928 and moved to Argentina before the beginning of World War II. After a short-lived career as a painter, which included shows at the well-respected Galería Lirolay in…
Very interesting and very pretty, and like Revolution+1, it’s so interesting to see how a writer’s style translates to film. The context at the end too, it helps give context to the eerie-ness and mysterious ness of the short while not detracting from it. i haven’t seen exposition like that done at the end instead of the beginning, it helps you appreciate the film for what it is and also then gain a better understanding of it as you finish.
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Will be showing In SC
The traversal of love finding people in places and the world that engulfs us both every moment takes us to our single moment together. The erotic breath of nature with landscape and detail.