Wednesday, 17 September 2008

All Cats Are Grey.

I just finished writing my analysis on the film Lost in Translation. It needs to be said that I adore Sofia Coppola's talent to really mirror the characters' emotions in a a truthful way. More often than not the actors need not say one word for them to be understood. She has faced alot of criticism, especially on her take on the life of the much talked queen of France during the revolution, Marie Antoinette. Still, the film is, in my humble opinion, utterly beautiful and well made. Courageous of her to take on the challenge of pointing out the queen and her struggle as a person, instead of focusing on the phrase which has become the epitome of her in the public eye. Needless to say, I don't feel the need - or want, for that matter - to utter this particular phrase, be it truthful or not that it actually escaped her lips at some point in time. I think that is enough said on that matter, just wanted to point out the brilliance of Ms. Coppola's films, in case it has escaped some of you.

Furthermore, I still want to go to Japan more than anything. I haven't been working on my knowledge of kanji as much as I would have wanted to, but most importantly I still have the inspiration and motivation to keep at it. I've also been studying origami and otherwise dwelling in the depths of Japanese culture for some time. Once I've managed my first exam I will march right into the university library and grab me some books I spotted yesterday on Japanese film. I am overjoyed at the fact that this dream of Japan, going there, being there, living there, is something I've managed to stay committed to for so long. I'm a very spontaneous person and I usually change my mind from one extreme to the next over pretty much anything at the blink of an eye. This is the first exception. It fascinates me.

I never thought
that I would find myself
in bed amongst the stones
the columns are all men
begging to crush me
no shapes sail
on the dark deep lakes
and no flags
wave me home

in the caves
all cats are grey
in the caves
the textures coat my skin
in the death cell
a single note
rings on and on 
and on.

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