“I’ve had too many special things taken away.”
Trauma is annular. Once the brain experiences a shock so prodigious, it is permanently altered in how it operates. Where there was once a way to escape from the pain of life, there is now an enclosed ellipse that manifests responses to this pain in a way that is unique for everybody, and someone who hasn’t experience it cannot possibly fathom its depths. One individual may externalize their trauma, expressing it openly,…
Smoldering reflections fading slowly away into insignificance. Gentle whispers overheard, eyes watchful in the moonlight, reporting back the ends and odds of miserable midnight soirées.
Palaces withering to dust with the hearts inside decaying. The people who have had their lives stolen are heard faintly in the distance, singing songs that fuel the ennui of their encroachers; echoed melodies bordering on perception.
Dancing dancing dancing dancing dancing dancing dancing dancing dancing dancing dancing dancing dancing dancing dancing dancing dancing dancing…
You keep your past in a box, hidden away under lock and key, but no matter how much mileage and years you try to put between yourself and its contents, there’s always someone out there waiting, with another key, to open it up again; and tragedy envelops all when the pain is too great to bear.
“I found that I was in a gloomy wood, because the path which led aright was lost.”
Man can not wait to waltz through the pyretic gates of Hell, and in his petulant impatience, he brings forth Hell unto Earth. How foolish are we to use what we have attained to extirpate what we have been naturally gifted. If only this initial proliferation were enough… maybe something could be reclaimed.
But there can be no paradise when false saviors quench…
“Does our subject still wear pink socks?”
Corrupt idealism in a fractionated existence. Possession deals in duality; the juxtaposition of a crumbling, divided marriage with a politically splintered world is displayed through Żuławski’s hectic lens. Originally conceived with the goal of recovery through cinematic release after his divorce with Polish actress Małgorzata Braunek, Żuławski set out to create an autobiographical account of the nasty split with his ex-wife via a heavily symbolic and intensely surreal portrayal of shattered matrimony. Shortly after…
There is one moment in particular that I believe contains the key to understanding Erika.
It comes when she is talking with the mother of the girl who’s hand was brutally sabotaged and who can no longer play in the concert (or in any venue for a long while) forthcoming, thereby in effect ruining or otherwise severely hampering her young, promising career before it even had the chance to take off as it seemed so certainly poised to do.
During…
