Joachim Trier, Oslo, 31st August
Radovan Ivšić, Sanjao sam
Andrei Tarkovsky, Life Life
Alessandra Sanguinetti, The Adventures of Guille and Belinda and The Enigmatic Meaning of Their Dreams
Wanting To Die
Since you ask, most days I cannot remember.
I walk in my clothing, unmarked by that voyage.
Then the almost unnameable lust returns.
Even then I have nothing against life.
I know well the grass blades you mention,
the furniture you have placed under the sun.
But suicides have a special language.
Like carpenters, they want to know which tools.
They never ask why build.
Twice I have so simply declared myself,
have possessed the enemy, eaten the enemy,
have taken on his craft, his magic.
In this way, heavy and thoughtful,
warmer than oil or water,
I have rested, drooling at the mouth-hole.
I did not think of my body at needlepoint.
Even the cornea and the leftover urine were gone.
Suicides have already betrayed the body.
Still-born, they don't always die,
but dazzled, they can't forget a drug so sweet
that even children would look on and smile.
To thrust all that life under your tongue! —
that, all by itself, becomes a passion.
Death's a sad bone; bruised, you'd say,
and yet she waits for me, year after year,
to so delicately undo an old wound,
to empty my breath from its bad prison.
Balanced there, suicides sometimes meet,
raging at the fruit, a pumped-up moon,
leaving the bread they mistook for a kiss,
leaving the page of the book carelessly open,
something unsaid, the phone off the hook
and the love whatever it was, an infection.
Anne Sexton, Wanting to Die
Agnès Varda, Les plages d'Agnès
Bianca Giaever, The Scared is scared, 2013, 7’52’’
bell hooks, all about love
Laura Pannack, Wheel of Time, iz serije Youth Without Age and Life Without Death: Chapter 1
Vitomir Nikolić, Zaboraviti
Zaboraviti
Sve zaboraviti
i kafanu
i pjesme
i nesne
SVE
Pa opet voljeti
neku anu
iz prve klupe
petog ce.
Pa opet
sanjati
negdje
uz kišu
gladan
i žedan
go i bos
velike ljude
koji pišu
i žarko željeti
da budeš
TO.
Pa opet
čitati
robinzona
i vjerovati
u sve priče
pa opet
biti
divni siromah
koji
sem srca
nema ničeg.