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Remember your dreams

"Да, я на самом деле очень добрый. Только по щекам никто не гладит и не спрашивает что мне снилось." М. Фрай
Звезды - это божественные белые слоны,
которые лежат на небе на боку,
и присматривают одним глазом за людьми.




Сегодня смотрели "Пепел и снег" (Ashes and Snow") Грегори Колберта. Совершенно удивительная вещь, смотря которую можно либо уснуть, либо сидеть под впечатлением несколько часов. Сам фильм - инсталяция из фотографий, кинофильмов и закадрового текста. Если смотреть фотографии отдельно от фильма, то грандиозного впечатления они не производят, но в фильме все настолько красиво связано в кадре с музыкой, что смотришь и понимаешь, что не зря на него ушли 10 лет создания - никакого монтажа или компьютерных технологий. Это удивляет, это придает еще больше интереса.
Очень красивые саундтреки, но больше всего мне понравился закадровый текст. Там зачитываются выдержки из 365 писем, написанных человеком своей жене.
После поисков в гугле все тексты нашлись. Они прекрасны.

Letter 1

"To the Princess of the Elephants.
I disappeared exactly one year ago today. On that day I received a letter. It called me back to the place where my life with the elephants began.
Please forgive me, for the silence between us has been unbroken for one year.
This letter breaks that silence. It marks the first of my three hundred and sixty-five letters to you, one for each day of silence.
I will never be more myself than in these letters.
They are my maps of the bird path, and they are all that I know to be true."

Letter 68
"A pod of whales was lying like long recycling Buddhas on the sea.
My sister and I put our ears to the bottom of the boat so we could listen to their songs.
We turned to my grandfather and asked, 'What do their songs mean?'
'The whales do not sing because they have an answer,' he said.
'They sing because they have a song.'"

Letter 74
"I still have the first letter that you wrote to me. I carry it like a garden in my pocket.
If you come to me at this moment
Your minutes will become hours
Your hours will become days
And your days will become a lifetime.
I am never sure if I am reading the letter or if the letter is reading me."

"I saw promises I did not keep
...
wounds I did not heal
...
tears I did not share
...
lovers I left behinde
...
dreams I did not live.

I saw all that was offered to me that I could not accept.
I saw the letters I wished for but never received.

I saw all that could have been
but never will be."

Letter 77
"Man has been walking the earth for millions of years, but the first letter was written only six thousand years ago... Who was the man or woman who finally decided that the tongue was not enough? ... Were they trying to restore the sacredness of words by writing them down? ... Now, thousands of years after the first letter was written, the purity of written words has almost completely perished... Maybe there is a way to speak to you through the lens of my camera about a world without words."

Letter 86
"My imagined edens have no words. Images, unlike words, can speak of silence without breaking it... The subject's eyes are closed in the images of my books of eden... Only when the eyes are looking inward can you see the edens within."

Letter 88
"I'm struggling in relearning what I knew as a child that enabled me to see animals with clear eyes. Without that clarity even my ears seem to miss much of the sublime music of nature... What a lonely species we have become.
The longer I watch the savannah elephants,
the more I listen,
the more I open.
They remind me of who I am...
May the guardian elephants hear my wish to collaborate with all the musicians of nature's orchestra.
I want to join the dance that has no steps.
I want to become the Dance."

Letter 184
"A compass and a pen can give you a reading on the lay of the river, but no mechanical instrument can measure the motion of the heart... One day, when you have crossed your last river, you will stand before an elephant who will measure the value of your life not by how many miles you have traveled and how much you have seen, but rather by how much you have loved."


Letter 239
"When I look up at the sky, I see the eyes of flying elephants.
They all have one name.
Wonder."

Letter 362
"The fate of all birds is to fall, but the phoenix is the only bird that transcends her own death...
The fate of man is to fall, but some find a way to transcend their deaths. In this brief moment on earth, they succeeded in singing their song. The list of human birds of phoenix is long: [ ... ]
There are millions of men and women who are also birds of phoenix, whose stories are unknown... but whether they are known or unknown, man or elephant, all phoenixes share the same dance:


Ever since my house burnt down, I see the moon more clearly, I gazed upon the Evens that have fallen in me, I saw Evens that I had held in my hands, but let go, I saw promises I did not keep, Pains I did not sooth,Wounds I did not heal, tears I did not shed, I saw deaths I did not mourn,Prayers I did not answer, doors I did not open, doors I did not close, Lovers I left behind, And dreams I did not live, I saw all that was offered to me, that I could not accept. I saw the letters I wished for, but never received; I saw all that could have been, but never will be.
An elephant with his trunk raised is a letter to the stars; A breaching whale is a letter from the bottom of the sea. These images are a letter to my dreams, these letters are my letters to you.


My heart is like an old house, who’s windows have not been opened for years, But now I hear the windows opening, I remember the cranes floating above the melting snows of the Himalayas, Sleeping on tails of manatees, the songs of the bearded seals, the bark of the zebra, the clicks of the sand, the ears of the caracals, the sway of the elephants, the breaching of whales, and the silhouette of the eland, I remember the curl of the meerkat’s toes, floating on the Ganges, sailing on the Nile; I remember wandering through the corridors of Hatshepsut and the faces of many women, endless seas and thousands of miles of rivers. I remember father to children ,and the taste; I remember the pealing of the peach, I remember everything, But I do not remember ever having left.
I can’t tell if you are getting closer or farther away, I long for the serenity I found when I looked upon your face, Perhaps if your face could be returned to me now, I would find it easier to recover the face I seemed to have lost, My own.


In the beginning of time, the skies were filled with flying elephants, Every night they lay down in the same place in the sky, And dream with one eye open. When you gaze up at the stars at night, You are looking into the unblinking eyes of elephants, who sleep with one eye open, to best keep watch over us.
Remember your dreams… remember your dreams… remember…

You will remember everything,
all will be as before.
In the beginning of time,
the skies were filled the flying elephants.
Every night,
they laid down in the same place in the sky,
and dreamt with one eye open.
When you gaze up at the stars at night,
you are looking into the unblinking eyes of elephants,
who sleep with one eye open,
to best keep watch over us.

The longer I watch the Savanna elephants,
the more I listen,
the more I open,
they remind me of who I am.

May the guardian elephants hear my wish to collaborate with all the musicians of nature's orchestra.
I want to see through the eyes of the elephant,
I want to join the dance that has no steps.
I want to become the dance.

I can't tell if you are getting closer or farther away.
I long for the serenity I found when I looked upon your face.
Perhaps if your face could be return to me now,
I will find easier to recover the face I seemed to have it lost my own.


Feather to fire,
fire to blood,
blood to bone,
bone to marrow,
marrow to ashes,
ashes to snow.
Feather to fire,
fire to blood,
blood to bone,
bone to marrow,
marrow to ashes,
ashes to snow.
Feather to fire,
fire to blood,
blood to bone,
bone to marrow,
marrow to ashes,
ashes to snow.
Feather to fire,
fire to blood,
blood to bone,
bone to marrow,
marrow to ashes,
ashes to snow.
Feather to fire,
fire to blood,
blood to bone,
bone to marrow,
marrow to ashes,
ashes to snow.
Feather to fire,
fire to blood,
blood to bone,
bone to marrow,
marrow to ashes,
ashes to snow.

The whales do not singing because they have an answer,
they singing because they have a song.
What matters is not what written on the page,
what matters is what written in the heart.
So burn the letters,
and let the ashes on the snow,
at the river's edge,
when spring comes.
And the snow melts,
and the river rises,
return to the banks of the river,
and reread my letters with the eyes closed,
let the words and images wash over your body like waves.
Reread the letters with your hand cupped over your ear,
listen to the songs of Eden,
page after page after page,
fly the bird path,
fly,
fly,
fly,
fly……....

"Ashes and Snow: A Novel in Letters", by Gregory Colbert

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2011-02-24 в 00:12 

Светлячок.
Я где-то читал о людях, что спят по ночам, ты можешь смеяться- клянусь я читал это сам!(с)
А я вот не знаю чем но зацепило особенно это
"Feather to fire,
fire to blood,
blood to bone,
bone to marrow,
marrow to ashes,
ashes to snow. "


Тоже только седня посмотрела. обдумываю как об этой великолепной вещи написать

2011-02-24 в 16:10 

Kjersti.
"Да, я на самом деле очень добрый. Только по щекам никто не гладит и не спрашивает что мне снилось." М. Фрай
Светлячок., мне тоже перечисление это понравилось) интересно сделали)

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2013-07-22 в 19:13 

pihlaja-in-z
Полный текст книги «Пепел и снег» появился на русском языке и выложен здесь:
kata-rasen.livejournal.com/896756.html

сканы самой книги (на английском):
kata-rasen.livejournal.com/896816.html

2013-07-22 в 19:15 

Kjersti.
"Да, я на самом деле очень добрый. Только по щекам никто не гладит и не спрашивает что мне снилось." М. Фрай
tashi-delek, спасибо!

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