Days of Being Wild (1990) dir. Wong Kar Wai
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Days of Being Wild (1990) dir. Wong Kar Wai
Millennium Mambo (2001) dir. Hou Hsiao-hsien
The smoke of my own breath, Echoes, ripples, buzz’d whispers, love-root, silk-thread, crotch and vine, My respiration and inspiration, the beating of my heart, the passing of blood and air through my lungs, The sniff of green leaves and dry leaves, and of the shore and dark-color’d sea-rocks, and of hay in the barn, The sound of the belch’d words of my voice loos’d to the eddies of the wind, A few light kisses, a few embraces, a reaching around of arms, The play of shine and shade on the trees as the supple boughs wag, The delight alone or in the rush of the streets, or along the fields and hill-sides, The feeling of health, the full-noon trill, the song of me rising from bed and meeting the sun.
Have you reckon’d a thousand acres much? have you reckon’d the earth much? Have you practis’d so long to learn to read? Have you felt so proud to get at the meaning of poems?
Stop this day and night with me and you shall possess the origin of all poems, You shall possess the good of the earth and sun, (there are millions of suns left,) You shall no longer take things at second or third hand, nor look through the eyes of the dead, nor feed on the spectres in books, You shall not look through my eyes either, nor take things from me, You shall listen to all sides and filter them from your self.
Excerpt from “Song of Myself” by Walt Whitman
Like Someone in Love (2012) dir. Abbas Kiarostami
“On the Beach at Night Alone” by Walt Whitman
On the beach at night alone, As the old mother sways her to and fro singing her husky song, As I watch the bright stars shining, I think a thought of the clef of the universes and of the future. A vast similitude interlocks all, All spheres, grown, ungrown, small, large, suns, moons, planets, All distances of place however wide, All distances of time, all inanimate forms, All souls, all living bodies though they be ever so different, or in different worlds, All gaseous, watery, vegetable, mineral processes, the fishes, the brutes, All nations, colors, barbarisms, civilizations, languages, All identities that have existed or may exist on this globe, or any globe, All lives and deaths, all of the past, present, future, This vast similitude spans them, and always has spann’d, And shall forever span them and compactly hold and enclose them.
On the Beach at Night Alone (2017) dir. Hong Sang-soo
Dante and Virgil beset by demons while passing through the Hell, Canto XX
illustration ifor Dante’s Divine Comedy
by Gustave Dore
Philosopher in Meditation (1632) by Rembrandt van Rijn
Frida (2002) dir. Julie Taymor
Café Lumière (2003) dir. Hou Hsiao-hsien
I begin with nothingness. Nothingness is the same as fullness. In infinity full is no better than empty... A thing that is infinite and eternal hath no qualities since it hath all qualities. This nothingness or fullness we name the Pleroma... In the pleroma there is nothing and everything. We are parts of the pleroma, the pleroma is also in us. Even in the smallest point is the pleroma endless, eternal, and entire, since small and great are qualities which are contained in it. It is that nothingness which is everywhere whole and continuous...