"Similarly, with a work of art, there is no way it can be analyzed without destroying it." - Tarkovsky
What do we carry forward? The earliest image that I carry with me, though blurred at the edges, is a memory of Wellfleet by the Sea, a beach on the outer Cape. There is an evening sun, and tall grass that rises to meet it, and hundred-foot-high dunes that cast long shadows along the rest of the beach. Yet the image,…
O Rose thou art sick.
The invisible worm,
That flies in the night
In the howling storm:
Has found out thy bed
Of crimson joy:
And his dark secret love
Does thy life destroy.
What is there to be said about a film, each frame and image already seared into my memory, whose meaning goes beyond my ability to express what has already been said by the film itself? It was Wittgenstein who stated in his Tractatus Logico-Philosophicus: "the limits…
Absolute liberation of spirit mind and body. More than just an exercise of freedom - a celebration of it.
This film is life affirming.
“The Child is father of the Man”, writes Wordsworth in 1807 (My Heart Leaps Up), as does McCarthy in 1985 (Blood Meridian). In the former, the phrase suggests something hopeful and romantic. In the latter, McCarthy subverts this optimism, suggesting something bleak and sinister beyond what we can imagine. This is the nature of our upbringing, we begin our life Tabula Rasa, a clean slate, and we are shaped by those around us and closest to us. This is to…
