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Parallels 10 – A world of shadows and ghosts

7thseal

The Seventh Seal, Ingmar Bergman, Sweden, 1957

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Lord of the Rings: The Fellowship of the Ring, Peter Jackson, the USA, 2001

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The Hobbit: An Unexpected Journey, Peter Jackson, the USA, 2012

Antonius Block, The Seventh Seal: I want to confess as best I can, but my heart is void. The void is a mirror. I see my face and feel loathing and horror. My indifference to men has shut me out. I live now in a world of ghosts, a prisoner in my dreams.

Jonas Skat, The Seventh Seal: I’ll find a tree and climb it. So no bears, wolves, or ghosts can get hold of me.

Gandalf, The Fellowship of the Ring: [reading] They have taken the bridge and the second hall. We have barred the gates but cannot hold them for long. The ground shakes, drums… drums in the deep. We cannot get out. A shadow lurks in the dark. We can not get out…

Radagast, The Hobbit: No, Gandalf, ’tis not. A dark power dwells in there. Such as I have never felt before. It is the shadow of an ancient horror. One that can summon the spirits of the dead. I saw him, Gandalf, from out of the darkness.

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Nietzsche signs a contract

From issue 153 (November 1941) of Adam International Review:


I
For decades the Berlin theatre (now in ruins) was astounding in its vitality.
But as a whole the German theatre had also many things difficult to swallow. Ah, those nebulous dramas!… I know the manuscript, I know the performance, but I do not know the play.

II
Watching an average German play the critic has plenty of scope for conjecturing what is happening in it. The author, who himself does not know it, passes on this job to him. Then it is up to the critic to say of a mess that it is “profound.”

III
There are dramatists who deal wtih a problem in every play and even supply a solution – by chance coincidence. In such cases I have a vision of this type: Smith has fallen to the bottom of a high tower; his position is most precarious; the walls are covered with sharp spikes; the top of the walls is lined with broken glass; how will he escape?
The author answers softly: “The tower collapses.”

IV
How does the average German dramatist deal with the symbolical?
If a suspension bridge occurs in a play, for instance, you may be sure that one of the characters will say: “Life is a suspension bridge.”
If the hero is a chiropodist, someone is bound to murmur: “At bottom, all men are chiropodists.”

V
In Germany there are plays full of a comforting pantheism which says: “We shall die, it is true, but what does that matter? We disappear, but life continues – in others.”
It is as though I said to the Countess Wartensleben after her pearls have been stolen: “Don’t worry, they still exist, only it is not you who have them.”

VI
The average dramatist studies two kinds of human souls: that of his characters and that of the managers.

VII
A critic’s nightmare: Nietzsche, still alive, signs a contract to film Zarathustra.

– Alfred Kerr, “Stray Thoughts of a Dramatic Critic”

Wonderful.

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One Of My Turns

It’s an exceptional, revelatory-but-heartbreaking feeling when you become aware of being old enough for Pink Floyd. When you’ve finally lived through enough to get them. When you nod in approval at something that scared you witless only a year ago.

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Those Without Fear

I am such a fangirl.

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Parallels 1 – The Hungarian Rhapsody No 2

Where have all the posts gone?
Not that anyone wonders about that, but I do feel that tiny bit of responsibility, after the years my blog and I have spent together. 🙂 Well, it’s rather simple – I have some exams coming up in about a month, and it has just become a tad bit difficult to find the time and mood to put together a decent post. There is, however, something I’ve been thinking about for a while, which is a series of (absolutely random) posts about similarities and connections, intentional or not, that I find in films, music, books etc. Rather than discuss these, I’ll just mention them and hopefully allow the two readers to read into the post as much as they want to.

A rather famous one to start with – The Hungarian Rhapsody No 2.

Mickey Mouse – The Opry House, 1929

Bugs Bunny – Rhapsody Rabbit, 1946
Can’t embed, so clicky. Gotta love the bit of old ultraviolence at 1:08. 🙂

Tom and Jerry – The Cat Concerto, 1946

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When you wish upon a star…

There is a worrying number of subjects that I have trouble talking about – over the years, Walt Disney and his work (and his company’s subsequent work) have become one of them. About half of my childhood, with its dreams and hopes and innocent beliefs, consisted of Disney films. (Un?)fortunately, I’ve grown up without letting go of those values and memories, and I still associate Disney with so many beautiful things.
110 years ago, Walt Disney was born. And what he managed to create… *shudders* oh, there go my words again. Happy Birthday, mister Disney!

(bear in mind that^ was made in 1940. That is about 71 years ago.)
Fantasy, if it’s really convincing, can’t become dated, for the simple reason that it represents a flight into a dimension that lies beyond the reach of time.
– Walt Disney

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Post ALL the quotes!

I LOVE Milan Kundera so much. Also, I don’t have a tumblr, which is why I’m randomly reposting pictures on here.

Tomas did not realize at the time that metaphors are dangerous. Metaphors are not to be trifled with. A single metaphor can give birth to love.

and
arar
from here.

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