更新时间:2010-08-03
皮皮 • 时间与城市:城市的记忆与抒情诗
2008年的片子呀，还以为是老片呢。
没错儿，这是写给利物浦的抒情诗，是深情的追忆，是无可挽回的丧失。
塔可夫斯基说：“人类生活中有些层面只有用诗才能忠实表达。我所考虑的是梦、回忆和幻想所涉及的虚幻主义以及非比寻常的效果。”
抄一段片中旁白吧。真美：
I said to my soul, be still and let the dark come upon you
which shall be darkness of God.
I said to my soul, be still and wait without hope
for hope would be hope for the wrong thing;
wait without love
for love would be love of the wrong thing.
There is yet faith,
but the faith, the love and the hope are all in the waiting,
the rest is not our bussiness
at the still point of the turning world,
suspended in time between pole and tropic,
and all is always now.
Home is where one starts from.
As we grow older, the world becomes strangers,
the pattern more complicated of dead and living.
There is time for the evening under starlight
a time for the evening under lamplight
the evening with the photograph album
love is most nearly itself when here and now cease to matter.
I said to my soul, be still and accept this
my chanson d'amour for all that passed.
But where, oh, where are you the Liverpool I knew and loved?
where have you gone without me?
And now I'm an alien in my own land.
没错儿，这是写给利物浦的抒情诗，是深情的追忆，是无可挽回的丧失。
塔可夫斯基说：“人类生活中有些层面只有用诗才能忠实表达。我所考虑的是梦、回忆和幻想所涉及的虚幻主义以及非比寻常的效果。”
抄一段片中旁白吧。真美：
I said to my soul, be still and let the dark come upon you
which shall be darkness of God.
I said to my soul, be still and wait without hope
for hope would be hope for the wrong thing;
wait without love
for love would be love of the wrong thing.
There is yet faith,
but the faith, the love and the hope are all in the waiting,
the rest is not our bussiness
at the still point of the turning world,
suspended in time between pole and tropic,
and all is always now.
Home is where one starts from.
As we grow older, the world becomes strangers,
the pattern more complicated of dead and living.
There is time for the evening under starlight
a time for the evening under lamplight
the evening with the photograph album
love is most nearly itself when here and now cease to matter.
I said to my soul, be still and accept this
my chanson d'amour for all that passed.
But where, oh, where are you the Liverpool I knew and loved?
where have you gone without me?
And now I'm an alien in my own land.
