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Un beau soleil intérieur (a.k.a. Let the Sunshine In) (Claire Denis, 2017)
Kieslowski Dialogue - Life?
The Idiot, Akira Kurosawa
The end and downfall of the world – of that world which now surrounded me and lay before my eyes – were not far off.
–Yukio Mishima, The Temple of the Golden Pavilion
When people concentrate on the idea of beauty, they are, without realizing it, confronted with the darkest thoughts that exist in this world. That, I suppose, is how human beings are made.
–Yukio Mishima, The Temple of the Golden Pavilion
“Look again at that dot. That’s here. That’s home. That’s us. On it everyone you love, everyone you know, everyone you ever heard of, every human being who ever was, lived out their lives. The aggregate of our joy and suffering, thousands of confident religions, ideologies, and economic doctrines, every hunter and forager, every hero and coward, every creator and destroyer of civilization, every king and peasant, every young couple in love, every mother and father, hopeful child, inventor and explorer, every teacher of morals, every corrupt politician, every “superstar,” every “supreme leader,” every saint and sinner in the history of our species lived there-on a mote of dust suspended in a sunbeam.”
— Carl Sagan
“I have spent all my life resisting the desire to end it.”
— Franz Kafka, Letters to Milena (via goodreadss)
and here i am, chasing the sunset over and over again...
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“Find meaning. Distinguish melancholy from sadness. Go out for a walk. It doesn’t have to be a romantic walk in the park, spring at its most spectacular moment, flowers and smells and outstanding poetical imagery smoothly transferring you into another world. It doesn’t have to be a walk during which you’ll have multiple life epiphanies and discover meanings no other brain ever managed to encounter. Do not be afraid of spending quality time by yourself. Find meaning or don’t find meaning but ‘steal’ some time and give it freely and exclusively to your own self. Opt for privacy and solitude. That doesn’t make you antisocial or cause you to reject the rest of the world. But you need to breathe. And you need to be.”
— Albert Camus // Notebooks 1951-1959
The dangerous lies are the ones we never see because they’re a kind of cultural wallpaper, and constitute the very foundation of the culture into which we were born. We’ve grown up amongst them, surrounded by them, in a world literally defined by them.
Many of these lies are things we imagine to be the fundamental truths that we hold to be self-evident. Of course, any truth that’s genuinely self-evident needn’t be written about — it should already be universally recognized.
Boyd Rice, No
I was conscious that tonight, in the fierce sound of the rain, in my solitude, I had been released.
–Yukio Mishima, The Temple of the Golden Pavilion
Dear solitude,I miss you so much
it was so peaceful among the dead,among the flowers...
But I remained close to people, on the surface of solitude, quite resolved to take refuge in their midst in case of emergency. Up to now I was an amateur at heart.
–Jean Paul Sartre,Nausea
Artist: Panel Kwiatkowski
How could I possibly stretch out my hands towards life when I was being thus enwrapped in beauty?For clearly it is impossible to touch eternity with one hand and life with the other.
–Yukio Mishima, The Temple of the Golden Pavilion
I had no intention of seeking public support for my thoughts. Nor did I intend to provide a frame for my ideas which might make them more comprehensible to the world.
As I have said again and again, the fact of not being understood was the very reason for my existence.
–Yukio Mishima, The Temple of the Golden Pavilion
“Yet how strange a thing is the beauty of music!
The brief beauty that the player brings into being transforms a given period of time into pure continuance; it is certain never to be repeated; like the existence of dayflies and other such short-lived creatures, beauty is a perfect abstraction and creation of life itself. Nothing is so similar to life as music.”
–Yukio Mishima,The Temple of the Golden Pavilion