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This was titled “Metaphysical Poem” and every time I read it, I get very confused… which might be the purpose of it… or the point… I don’t know. And I have no idea what it means… which again, might be the point and/or the purpose… anyway, here it is:

When do you want to go
I’m not sure I want to go there
where do you want to go
any place
I think I’d fall apart any place else
well I’ll go if you really want to
I don’t particularly care
but you’ll fall apart any place else
I can just go home
I don’t really mind going there
but I don’t want to force you to go there
you won’t be forcing me I’d just as soon
I wouldn’t be able to stay long anyway
maybe we could go somewhere nearer
I’m not wearing a jacket
just like you weren’t wearing a tie
well I didn’t say we had to go
I don’t care whether you’re wearing one
we don’t really have to do anything
well all right let’s not
okay I’ll call you
yes call me

~Frank O’Hara

It was he who was the alonest of the alone.
~old storyteller

Eleven years of drought,
the rocks are sick.
The world is dying.
Evil is a trick.
~introduction, opening credits

I will die now.
Be quiet,
or the bench will crack from sadness.
~Francisco’s mother

Do not move
Stay still
The water, the earth and the sun turn black.
God in His Perplexity,
pretends it’s His Will.
~Francisco’s mother

Francisco, traveling,
reads a line in the sky.

“Don’t set your eyes
on the salt sea shore.
Don’t reason. Don’t argue.
Don’t ask us why.
Fate will send you a lover,
and one friend more.”
~line read in the sky by Francisco

There is no place here for bloodsuckers.
~gold mine owner

Euclides (hunchback barkeeper): It’s only my chest and shoulders that are crooked – at night… I always dream I have to carry a whole mountain range on my back.
Francisco Manoel: You stand taller than the whole town.

Francisco Manoel: And where does the snow come from?
Euclides: You’ll see it out there! There’s always snow on the moon! That’s why it’s always white! White and cold. You have to look very carefully.
Francisco Manoel: And why is that?
Euclides: It’s because the moon.. takes the water out of the ocean. And when night falls… the tips of the mountains attract the snowflakes. But only as much as the salt we have in our tears.
Francisco Manoel: And here on earth?
Euclides: It’s very far away – you must keep going west. Four years on horseback… and ten on foot. And after that, there are high mountains. They rise higher and higher – right over the clouds. And then above the clouds, then you find the snow. It only falls in the night-time. Just like feathers. But it only falls… from above the clouds. And then the whole world turns light as a feather – and snow white! Even the lions turn white… and the eagles… the rabbits get a snowy coat… and all the animals in the world turn white! And when you’re walking through the snow… your feet don’t weigh anything at all. And the little snowflakes go flying up in the air… just like feathers

I never had a friend in all my life.
Farewell.
~Francisco Manoel

Francisco Manoel: Your money or your life.
Woman: My life.

Woman: And why are you barefoot? Don’t you have any shoes?
Francisco Manoel: I don’t trust shoes.

I long to go forth from here to another world.
~Francisco Manoel

I have nothing to lose
I don’t have to talk to anybody.
~Francisco Manoel

Taparica: Aren’t you afraid? Aren’t you afraid of dying?
Francisco Manoel: I never tried it..

The mad king’s wives: Dada, breathe for me! Dada, steal from me. Dada, break my bones. Take me! My head is yours. My body is yours. Take me. It’s yours. I’m all yours. Dada! Please!

My house needs thatching.
I’ll thatch my roof with the skulls of my enemies.
~King Bossa Ahadee of Dahomey

I can not hear what you are saying, for the thunder that you are.
~Francisco Manoel

In this place, the dead are more alive than the living.
~Francisco Manoel

Out there live many hills.
~Prince Kankpe

He says yes to anything,
you see he is quite insane.
~Prince Kankpe’s spokesperson

Don’t bother me now.
I’ve got to get this herd of women organized first.
~Francisco Manoel

No more arguments from you
Only that way can we succeed.
~Francisco Manoel

I cannot begin to describe this cretinous existence of mine. Nor how lonely it is to be without family or friends.
~Francisco Manoel

The heat here is mean and inescapable. It courses through the bodies of the people like a fever – and yet my heart grows colder and colder.
~Francisco Manoel

I cannot begin to describe this cretinous existence of mine. Nor how lonely it is to be without family or friends. The only white man in this country… perhaps on this whole continent. Meanwhile I have become the father of sixty-two children… but this gives me no satisfaction. Perhaps next year I shall come back and marry. I would live in the lands of ice and snow… anywhere to be away from here… The heat here is mean and inescapable. It courses through the bodies of the people like a fever – and yet my heart grows colder and colder.
~Francisco Manoel

Finally something has happened.
~Francisco Manoel

Slavery is an element of the human heart..
To our ruin!
~Francisco Manoel

Back in the winter of 2008, I was looking for an illustration of my current frame of mind and found this. The painting is by Ejnar Nielsen. This is the information that came with it:
painting by ejnar nielsen. now, this is more of what one would come to expect from a Scandinavian artist: depression, despair, gloom, angst, fatigue, suppressed anger… clearly, i am in my comfort zone 🙂 …

any one who has endured several winters in Denmark, and then imagines oneself having to suffer through such a winter one hundred years back, living in poverty as many rural people did, it is not hard to imagine why someone could be as somber as our subject is, regardless of what it is that he might actually have encountered during his lifetime leading up to this moment. to me, when I first cast my eyes upon this painting, I thought, “ahh, the perfect winter painting.”

in all honesty, though, there is a truth seeking element in this painting that is also unusual for danish art – which draws me to this work.

the choice of subject soberly confronts the notion of death and dying, a topic that elicits extreme discomfort in Denmark, supported by the fact that most old people in this country die alone, either at home or in nursing homes (this I know, from research I once did for a feature film that I worked on)…

the positioning of the subject, off balanced in an almost empty space, is very typical of Scandinavian work, and it brings to mind both Carl Dreyer’s film work, and of course, Bergman, enhanced by the “wide screen” format of the image.

From my old blogger blog – shirleytwofeathers.blogspot.com


One day in the park
I had quite a surprise.
I met a girl
who had many eyes.

She was really quite pretty
(and also quite shocking!)
and I noticed she had a mouth,
so we ended up talking.

We talked about flowers,
and her poetry classes,
and the problems she’d have
if she ever wore glasses.

It’s great to know a girl
who has so many eyes,
but you really get wet
when she breaks down and cries.”

~Tim Burton

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