Archive for August, 2007

Cinema Paradiso

August 31, 2007

Alfredo: I’ll tell you a story. Just for you Toto. Let’s sit down. God Almighty! Once upon a time……a king gave a feast. The most beautiful princesses were there. A soldier who was standing guard saw the king’s daughter go by. She was the loveliest one, and he fell instantly in love. But what is a simple soldier next to the daughter of a king? One day he managed to see her and told her he could no longer live without her. The princess was so taken by the depth of his feeling that she said to the soldier:”If you can wait for 100 days and 100 nights under my balcony, I shall be yours.” With that, the soldier went and waited one day, two days……then ten, twenty. Each evening the princess looked out and he never moved! Always there, come rain, come thunder. Birds shat on his head, bees stung him, but didn’t budge. After 90 nights, he had become all dry and pale. Tears streamed from his eyes. He couldn’t hold them back. He didn’t even have the strength to sleep. And all that time, the princess watched him. When 99th night came……the soldier stood up, took his chair, and left.

Toto: How come? Right at the end?

Alfredo: Right at the end, Toto. Don’t ask me what it means, I don’t know. If you figure it out, you tell me.

[Few years later, Toto has learned a bit more about life, and presents his interpretation of the story’s ending.]

Toto: Remember the story about the soldier and the princess? Now I understand why the solider left right at the end. In one more night, the princess would have been his. But she also could not possibly have kept her promise. And that would have been too cruel. It would have killed him. This way, at least, for 99 nights, he was living under the illusion that she was there, waiting for him.

Alfredo: Do as the soldier, Toto. Go away.

The loneliest girl in Sydney

August 17, 2007

Tonight the loneliest girl in Sydney is cold. The 10 degree winter chill only exacerbates the loneliness.

Her stomach grumbles with fury. She skipped dinner tonight; dinner is never particularly exciting when you have no one to eat with.

She wonders if Steve Martin’s The Lonely Guy was based entirely on her biography.

She’s also thinking about someone she met last week. Too bad he’s gone. She found him quite pompous and full of himself anyway, but intelligent nonetheless. How does one date? How does the process work again? She’s been stuck in her bubble of security too long to remember.

And when Thoreau said I have never found a companion that was so companionable as solitude. We are for the most part more lonely when we go abroad among men than when we stay in our chambers, did he mean it?

Táctica y Estrategia

August 11, 2007

Mi táctica es
mirarte
aprender como sos
quererte como sos

mi táctica es
hablarte
y escucharte
construir con palabras
un puente indestructible

mi táctica es
quedarme en tu recuerdo
no sé cómo ni sé
con qué pretexto
pero quedarme en vos

mi táctica es
ser franco
y saber que sos franca
y que no nos vendamos
simulacros
para que entre los dos

no haya telón
ni abismos

mi estrategia es
en cambio
más profunda y más
simple
mi estrategia es
que un día cualquiera
no sé cómo ni sé
con qué pretexto
por fin me necesites

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Tactic and Strategy

My tactic is
to look at you
to learn how you are
to love you as you are

my tactic is
to talk to you
and to listen to you
to build with words
an indestructible bridge

my tactic is
to remain in your memories
I don’t know how
nor
with what pretext
but to remain with you

my tactic is
to be frank
and to know that you’re frank
and not to sell to ourselves
simulations
so that between us
there is no curtain
nor abyss

my strategy is
in contrast
deeper and
more simple

my strategy is
that one of these days
I don’t know how
nor
with what pretext
you finally
need me.

Mario Benedetti

 

The Briarwood Project

August 8, 2007

Photos of our new flat. Comments to follow. Been deluged by readings + am flying to Canberra tomorrow for a conference so I haven’t really got the luxury of time.

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living room (L’s couch is on the left, mine’s on the right, and our dear Patrick Star in the middle)

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kitchen

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dining room

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main entrance + living room

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balcony

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my couch + dining room + TV

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bathroom

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laundry