Friday, December 09, 2011

Last Year at Marienbad




“Leave me alone please”
And again these walls, corridors, doors
and still more beyond.
In order to reach you
you don’t know the paths I’ve taken.
Now you are here
you still try to escape,
but you are here in this garden,
within my reach,
within my sight.
You are here.
“Who are you?”
“What’s your name?”
That does not matter.
“That does not matter.
You’re like some phantom
waiting for me to come.
Leave me, leave me, leave me.”
(bubbling stream)
It’s already too late.
You asked me not too see you
but of course we met
the day after or the next or the day after that,
perhaps it was by accident.
I insisted on you leaving with me.
You said it was impossible of course.
But you know it’s the only thing left for you to do.
“Yes perhaps. I don’t know.
But why must it be me?”
You were waiting for me.
“No, I wasn’t. I was waiting for no one.”
Waiting for nothing as though you were dead.
It’s not true.
You are still alive.
You’re here.
I can see you.

9 Comments:

Anonymous John Pendrey said...

In the 60's I cycled 20 miles to a small cinema in London to see this, at that time, very avant-garde film. Now 50 years later I watched it again and enjoyed it so much. To me it is a deep and imaginative love poem for two voices.

11:45 pm  
Anonymous see drum said...

Romantic John's and I will join you.

I cycled for love and now back again for more.

I relate. And is part of the two voices: past and present to tell nothing, and

everything by saying, "2011. Still. Hopeless Romantic."

be well. This holiday season. You and Yours. Me and Mine.

Sunlight in dark places. Romance. Like Gold in one's Hand.

3:59 am  
Anonymous John Pendrey said...

So much wqas written

7:34 am  
Anonymous John Pendrey said...

So much was written about this film in an attempt to explain it's beautiful mystery, images, music, words . Now, for me it talks about love breaking through time and reality. Unrequited love. Who is dreaming who? We dream each other and the outer world is transformed, in this case, to a Baroque Hotel where people in formal dress do formal things in formal ways.

Its so good that you can understand.

"2011. Still. Hopeless Romantic.Sunlight in dark places," sometimes like gold dust in ones hand. Sad that so few see it or can share it.

8:06 am  
Anonymous see drum said...

I understand this more, now that the general public has moved on. Out of the Baroque and formal and fashionable and was it London or Paris, went across oceans to shop for just the right look. Did it for her. Purse. Shoes. Hat. Belt. And was the proper thing to do. And now.

I have not as much history with this particular movie, but it reminds me how things have changed. And when we cling to the sensibilities of this portrayal, as for me, I stay with what makes me, me. Meaning. Old is not something I have to be ashamed of. 50 years later and I still enjoy all of this. unrequited love.

be well. And thanks for putting for the effort for display. Ideas and presentation. Movie inserts. How techno-new, and yet the content remains for me a reminder, of who I am and how I got to be that way. A path I can walk over and over again, watching this incredible film. Oh the mystery. Enchanting.

1:55 pm  
Anonymous John Pendrey said...

Thanks for your story...Purse. Shoes. Hat. Belt. It was the proper thing to do....props

The joy of age is the depth of feeling and meaning now available to us.

I always enjoy doing my blog. I don't write for anyone but its so good when someone, often you, appreciate it.

4:26 pm  
Anonymous sherry d said...

Enjoyed this also john. Wishing you, family, the new grandchildren, and seedrum a womderous Christmas and New Year.

1:09 am  
Anonymous see drum said...

wow. to include me with the innocents, be it grandchildren or family cat delights me. And yes, Happy Holidays to smallcrop and others who are aware of you and I and old times in the countryside and in the realm of forgotten cultural things.

rings in the new year in good fashion. be well all. and thanks.

5:41 pm  
Anonymous John Pendrey said...

I like to be in this place!

A friend gave his child a present, a big box wrapped in Pretty Paper. Full of expectation he opened it and found it empty. But wasn't disappointed. Quite the reverse. He and his friends returned again and again. Did they fill it with imagination?

We have our own crazy places that others can't understand but here we create a place where we can be together.

Seasons greetings to all our readers.

That about wraps it up. Seedrum and small crop supplied the Pretty Paper.

9:07 am  

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