una peli de gondry

ayer a la noche nos juntamos y vimos the science of sleep de michael gondry... a pesar de que mis amigos la querian sacar a los diez minutos ... me parecio que era una peli bastante lograda, sobretodo en la ultima parte.... me gusta mucho como el director trabaja esta idea de lo que proyectamos sobre la realidad y lo que la realidad es, en otras palabras, marca la diferencia entre las ideas que construimos a partir de nuestra experiencia y como se manifiestan y transcurren en la realidad...

Life on Mars? D. Bowie....

It's a god-awful small affair
To the girl with the mousy hair
But her mummy is yelling "No"
And her daddy has told her to go
But her friend is nowhere to be seen
Now she walks through her sunken dream
To the seat with the clearest view
And she's hooked to the silver screen
But the film is a saddening bore
For she's lived it ten times or more
She could spit in the eyes of fools
As they ask her to focus on

Sailors fighting in the dance hall
Oh man! Look at those cavemen go
It's the freakiest show
Take a look at the Lawman
Beating up the wrong guy
Oh man! Wonder if he'll ever know
He's in the best selling show
Is there life on Mars?

It's on Amerika's tortured brow
That Mickey Mouse has grown up a cow
Now the workers have struck for fame
'Cause Lennon's on sale again
See the mice in their million hordes
From Ibeza to the Norfolk Broads
Rule Britannia is out of bounds
To my mother, my dog, and clowns
But the film is a saddening bore
'Cause I wrote it ten times or more
It's about to be writ again
As I ask you to focus on

Sailors fighting in the dance hall
Oh man! Look at those cavemen go
It's the freakiest show
Take a look at the Lawman
Beating up the wrong guy
Oh man! Wonder if he'll ever know
He's in the best selling show
Is there life on Mars?

Un fragmento de Persona de Bergman...

I've been thinking, Elisabet. I don't think you should remain at the hospital. I think it's harmful. As you don't want to go home, you and Sister Alma can move out to my summer place by the sea. Hmm?

Don't you think I understand? The hopeless dream of being. Not seeming, but being. Conscious at every moment. Vigilant. At the same time the chasm between what you are to others and to yourself. The feeling of vertigo and the constant desire to at last be exposed. To be seen through, cut down, perhaps even annihilated. Every tone of voice a lie, every gesture a falsehood, every smile a grimace.

Commit suicide? Oh, no. That's ugly. You don't do that. But you can be immobile, you can fall silent. Then at least you don't lie. You can close yourself in, shut yourself off. Then you don't have to play roles, show any faces or make false gestures. You think ... But you see, reality is bloody-minded. Your hideout isn't watertight. Life seeps in everything

You're forced to react. No one asks if it's real or unreal, if you're true or false. It's only in the theatre the question carries weight. Hardly even there. I understand you, Elisabet. I understand you're keeping silent, you're immobile.

That you've placed this lack of will into a fantastic system. I understand and admire you. I think you should maintain this role until it's played out. Until it's no longer interesting. Then you can leave it. Just as you bit by bit leave all your other roles.

las palabras justas... Alejandra

ahora
en esta hora inocente
yo y la que fui nos sentamos
en el umbral de mi mirada


Alejandra Pizarnik.

Coffee and TV??? Blur

Do you feel like a chain store?

Practically floored
One of many zeros

Kicked around bored

Your ears are full but your empty

Holding out your heart

To people who never really

Care how you are

So give me coffee and tv

History

Ive seen so much

Im goin blind

And Im braindead virtually

Sociability

Its hard enough for me

Take me away form this big bad world

And agree to marry me

So we can start all over again

Do you go to the country

It isnt very far

Theres people there who will hurt you

Cos of who you are

Your ears are full of the language

Theres wisdom there youre sure

til the words start slurring

And you cant find the door

So give me coffee and tv

History

Ive seen so much

Im goin blind

And Im braindead virtually

Sociability

Its hard enough for me

Take me away form this big bad world

And agree to marry me

So we can start all over again

So give me coffee and tv

History

Ive seen so much

Im goin blind

And Im braindead virtually

Sociability

Its hard enough for me

Take me away form this big bad world

And agree to marry me

So we can start all over again

oh...we could start over again

Oh...we could start over again

Oh...we could start over again

oh...we could start over again

Espejo ---Silvia Plath

Soy plateado y exacto. No tengo preconceptos.
Cuanto veo, lo trago inmediatamente
Tal cual es, sin empañar por amor o desagrado.
No soy cruel, sólo veraz:
Ojo de un pequeño dios, cuadrangular.
Casi todo el tiempo medito en la pared de enfrente.
Es rosada, con lunares. La he mirado tanto tiempo
Que creo que es parte de mi corazón. Pero fluctúa.
Las caras y la oscuridad nos separan una y otra vez.

Ahora soy un lago. Una mujer se inclina sobre mí,
Buscando en mi extensión lo que ella es en realidad.
Luego se vuelve hacia esas mentirosas, las bujías o la luna.
Veo su espalda y la reflejo fielmente.
Me recompensa con lágrimas y agitando las manos.
Soy importante para ella. Que viene y se va.
Todas las mañanas su cara reemplaza la oscuridad.
En mí ella ahogó a una muchachita y en mí una vieja
Se alza hacia ella día tras día, como un pez feroz

Trad.: Cecilia Bustamante