#thelovingmemory Cinema, recensioni e storie assortite, a cura di Marta Zoe Poretti
"Una canzone di porcellana batte le mani Poi in pezzi mendica e muore Tu te la ricorderai povera e nuda Alba dei lupi e il loro morso è un tunnel Da cui tu esci in forma di sangue. All’arrossire della notte Quanti vivi da ritrovare Quante luci da spegnere Ti chiamerò Visuale: Moltiplicherò la tua immagine." PAUL ELUARD 1930
(*Una canzone di porcellana batte la mani. Da L’universo-solitudine, una raccolta di poesia surrealista, 1930)
Oh… that was so real
We walked around til the moon got full like a plate
The wind blew an invocation and i fell asleep at the gate
And I never stepped on the cracks ‘cause i thought i’d hurt my mother
And I couldn’t awake from the nightmare that sucked me in and pulled me under
Pulled me under
Oh… that was so real
I love you, but i’m afraid to love you
I love you, but i’m afraid to love you
Il #14Novembre del 1951 HERMAN MELVILLE pubblica (dopo una prima versione a puntate) la prima edizione del romanzo MOBY DICK.
Circa un secolo più tardi, nel 1956, John Huston realizza quello che resta forse il più affascinante film dedicato alla Balena Bianca: protagonisti Orson Welles e Gregory Peck nella parte del Capitano Achab.
Sceneggiatura e adattamento per il cinema sono firmati Ray Bradbury (autore di Farenheit 451).
Ecco il Trailer originale del classico dei classici:
#MZP
#booklovers & #filmlovers unite ❤
Non è passato ancora un giorno dall’8 Novembre, data dello storico live di Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds a Roma.
Se vi tormentano domande sulla morte, l’amore, ma soprattutto chi è Nick Cave – l’uomo che dicono sia il più influente poeta e cantautore vivente- ecco 10 brani (e una bonus track) per altrettante possibili risposte.
“I mean, if you can just picture it
The whole third floor of the hotel gutted by the blast
And the street below showered in shards of broken glass.
(…) And me, if you can believe this, at the wheel of the car
Closin’ my eyes and actually prayin’
Not to God above, but to you.
Sayin’ : Help me girl, help me girl
I’ll love you till the end of the world.”
(ITA) Voglio dire: figurati la scena. L’intero terzo piano dell’hotel dilaniato dall’esplosione, la strada sotto un tappeto di vetri infranti (…) E poi proprio io, al volante dell’auto, che chiudo gli occhi e mi metto a pregare: non il Dio dei cieli, ma te. E ripeto: salvami ragazza. Salvami ragazza. Ti amerò fino alla fine del mondo.
(*Dalla Colonna sonora del film di Wim Wenders UNITIL THE END OF THE WORLD – Fino alla fine del mondo, 1991)
“Occhio per occhio, dente per dente.
Ma in ogni caso ho detto la verità, e non ho paura di morire.”
“And the mercy seat is waiting
And I think my head is burning
And in a way I’m yearning
To be done with all this measuring of proof
An eye for an eye
And a tooth for a tooth
And anyway I told the truth
But I’m afraid I told a lie.”
(*Dall’album TENDER PRAY, 1988)
“She was given to me to put things right
And I stacked all my accomplishments beside her
Still I seemed so obselete and small
I found God and all His devils insider her
In my bed she cast the blizzard out
A mock sun blazed upon her head
So completely filled with light she was
Her shadow fanged and hairy and mad
Our love-lines grew hopelessly tangled
And the bells from the chapel went jingle-jangle…”
(*Dall’album LET LOVE IN, 1994)
“It ain’t that in their hearts they’re bad
They can comfort you, some even try
They nurse you when you’re ill of health
They bury you when you go and die
It ain’t that in their hearts they’re bad
They’ll stick by you if they could
But that’s just bullshit baby
People just ain’t no good”
(*Dall’album THE BOATMAN’S CALL, 1997)
La ballata d’amore secondo Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
“Heaven has denied us its kingdom
The saints are drunk howling at the moon
The chariots of angels are colliding
Well, I’ll run, babe, but I’ll come running
Straight to you
For I am captured
Straight to you
For I am captured
One more time”
(*Dall’album HENRY’S DREAM, 1992)
Un brano dedicato a fenomeni universali eppure inspiegabili: rimorso e lacrime; acqua salata prodotta chissà dove nel corpo, ma destinata a sgorgare tramite gli occhi.
“Oh father tell me are you weeping?
Your face it seems we to touch.
Oh then I’m so sorry father
I’d never thought I’d hurt you so much.
This is a weeping song
A song in which to weep
While we rock ourselves to sleep
This is a weeping song
But I won’t be weeping long.”
(dall’album THE GOOD SON, 1990)
“Get down, get down, little Henry Lee
And stay all night with me
You won’t find a girl in this damn world
That will compare with me
And the wind did howl
And the wind did blow
La la la la la
La la la la lee”
(*Nick Cave & Pj Harvey. Dall’album MURDER BALLDS, 1996)
“Chi cerca trova. Chi bussa sarà fatto entrare”
“There’s a man who spoke wonders, though I’ve never met him
He said: “He who seeks finds and who knocks will be let in”
I think of you in motion and just how close you are getting
And how every little thing anticipates you
All down my veins my heart-strings call
Are you the one that I’ve been waiting for?”
(*Dall’album: THE BOATMAN’S CALL, 1997 // THE BEST OF, 1998)
“I am alone now
I am beyond recriminations
The curtains are shut
The furniture has gone
I am transforming
I am vibrating
I am glowing
I am flying
Look at me now!”
(*Dall’album: PUSH THE SKY AWAY, 2013)
Un crudele scherzo del destino. Niente ha più senso. Il cerchio continua.
(In the loving memory of Nick Cave & Susie Bick’s son, Arthur)
“Cause nothing really matters
On the night we wrecked like a train
Purring cars and pouring rain
Never felt right about, never again
Cause nothing really matters
Nothing really matters anymore, not even today
No matter how hard I try
When you’re standing in the aisle, and no, baby
Nothing, nothing, nothing
I need, I need, I need you”
(dall’album SKELETON TREE, 2016)
“And if I die tonight
Bury me in my favourite yellow patent leather shoes
And with a mummified cat
And a cone-like hat
That the Caliphate forced on the Jews
Can you feel my heart beat?
Can you feel my heart beat?”
(PUSH THE SKY AWAY, 2013)
Marta Zoe Poretti
#8Novembre 2017 : #NickCave #live in #PierLuigiNervi’s #Palalottomatica
#Palazzo dello Sport, #Roma
#MZP ❤ #Badseeds #LovelyCreatures
PART I
That day of 1994 where everything changed.
Please press Play:
“Despair and Deception, Love’s ugly little twins
Came a-knocking on my door, I let them in
Darling, you’re the punishment for all my former sins
I let love in
The door it opened just a crack, but love was shrewd and bold
My life flashed before my eyes, it was a horror to behold
A life-sentence sweeping confetti from the floor of a concrete hole
I let love in
Well, I’ve been bound and gagged and I’ve been terrorized
And I’ve been castrated and I’ve been lobotomized
But never has my tormentor come in such a cunning disguise
I let love in
O Lord, tell me what I done
Please don’t leave me here on my own
Where are all my friends?
My friends are gone
So if you’re sitting all alone and hear a-knocking at your door
And the air is full of promises, well buddy, you’ve been warned
Far worse to be Love’s lover than the lover that Love has scorned
I let love in.”
NICK CAVE & THE BAD SEEDS
(ITA) Disperazione e menzogna, i gemelli terribili dell’Amore sono arrivati bussando alla mia porta: li ho fatti entrare. Darling, sei la punizione per tutti i peccati che ho già commesso. Lascio entrare l’Amore. La porta era aperta giusto uno spiraglio ma l’Amore era scaltro e baldanzoso: tutta la vita mi è passata davanti agli occhi, era un orrore da guardare. Una condanna a vita: pulire i coriandoli dalla crepa di un pavimento di cemento. Lascio entrare L’Amore. Lascio entrare l’Amore. Bene, sono stato legato imbavagliato, terrorizzato, castrato e lobotomizzato. Ma il mio flagello non è mai stato tanto ben vestito. Lascio Entrare l’Amore.
Dio mio, dimmi cosa ho fatto. Per favore non lasciarmi qui da solo. Dove sono tutti i miei amici? I miei amici se ne sono andati. Lascio entrare l’Amore. Lascio entrare l’Amore. Così te ne stai seduto per terra tutto solo e senti bussare alla porta, e l’aria è piena di piena di promesse: bene fratello, sei stato avvisato. E’ molto peggio essere l’amante dell’Amore che l’amante che l’Amore ha rifiutato.
I LET LOVE IN (Track n.6: I let love in)
#MZP ❤ #NickCave #live in #Roma
“As a society, we encourage girls and women to be emotionally accessible, and in touch with their feelings; we say that it’s an innately feminine trait. We say it, that is, until they have feelings that make us uncomfortable, at which point we recast them as melodramatic harpies, shrieking banshees, and basket cases.” (TORI AMOS)
IT: “Come società incoraggiamo le ragazze e le donne ad essere sempre emotivamente aperte, consapevoli dei propri sentimenti; crediamo sia un tratto femminile innato. Ma solo finché quegli stessi sentimenti non ci mettono a disagio: a quel punto riformuliamo l’immagine della donne come arpie melodrammatiche, spiriti urlanti nella notte, o banalmente delle pazze.”
2017 happens to be the 40th anniversary for NEWS OF THE WORLD : Queen and Freddie Mercury’s masterpiece, starring the eternal, world famous WE ARE THE CHAMPIONS, WE WILL ROCK YOU but also hidden treasures like IT’S LATE and WHO NEEDS YOU.
If we speak of Queen, I must admit News of the World has always been my favorite album: a very peculiar creature, containing smashing hits, avant-garde and heartbreaking rock ballads, all tighten up by Freddie’s voice, warm and powerfull and still so young.
Brian May and Roger Taylor’s plans to celebrate this precious anniversary are many, as you can see on the Official Queen You Tube channel: http://bit.ly/1wSKYj5
***The video in this post’s taken from QUEEN : DAYS OF OUR LIVES (one of the best documentary movies about Freddie and the band)
Have a nice October the 11th ❤
#freddiemercury #lovefreddie #queen #queenforever #newsoftheworld
“Lungo i rettilinei delle strade
Serrate in una sintesi lunare,
Gli incanti lunari mormorano
Dissolvono i piani della memoria
E tutte le sue chiare relazioni,
Le sue divisioni e precisioni
Ogni lampione che oltrepasso
Batte come un tamburo fatale,
E attraverso gli spazi del buio
La mezzanotte scuote la memoria come
Un pazzo scuote un geranio appassito.”
T.S. ELIOT
RHAPSODY ON A WINDY NIGHT (Rapsodia su una notte di vento)
da Love Song of J.Alfred Prufrock / Prufrock and Other Observations (1915)
(*immagine da Pinterest : T.S. Eliot con Virginia Woolf)
The Loving Memory 