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lis 30 2004 W POSZUKIWANIU WLASNEGO MIEJSCA / IN SEARCH...
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Josef Koudelka  Spain, 1971

 

 

Josef Koudelka France, 1973

 

Przechodze przez fascynacje zdjeciami Koudelki.

I'm getting through fascination by Koudelka's photographs.

 

 

'ON EXILE' Czeslaw Milosz

 

While writing this essay I had before my eyes Josef Koudelka's photographs. Let my words serve as a tribute to his art of telling stories without words.

 

[...] Rhythm is at the core of human life. It is, first of all, the rhythm of the organism, ruled by the heartbeat and circulation of blood. As we live in a pulsating, vibrating world, we respond to it and in turn are bound to its rhythm. Without giving much thought to our dependence on the systoles and distoles of flowing time we move through sunrises and sunsets, through the sequences of four seasons. Repetition enables us to form habits and to accept the world as familiar Perhaps the need of a routine is deeply rooted in the very structure of our bodies.

 

In a city or a village which we have known well since our childhood we move in a tamed space, our occupations finding everywhere expected landmarks that favor routine. Transplanted into alien surroundings we are oppressed by the anxiety of indefiniteness, by insecurity There are too many new shapes and they remain fluid, because the principle of their order through routine cannot be discovered. What I am saying is perhaps just a generalization of my own experience but I hope to be understood as that experience has been shared by many especially in this century  [...]

 

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Zaczynaja sie tygodnie egzaminow koncowych. Niedlugo chinski, potem sztuka I ekonomia. No I prawie szescio tygodniowe wakacje.

 

W jednej z ksiazek ekonomicznych znalazlam fragment o racjonalizmie (teoria gry) – klasyfikowanie kogos jako nieracjonalnego zamyka umysl. Lepszym wyjsciem wydaje sie pracowac ciezej aby zobaczyc swiat w sposob, w jaki druga osoba go widzi. Taka prosta I banalna teoria a tak trudna do wprowadzenia w zycie.

 

Ogladam Telexpress I Wiadomosci szukajac nowych sprawozdan z sytuacji na Ukrainie. Jakby nie patrzec to pierwsze w tym wieku takie wydarzenie w Europie, kiedy panstwu grozi separatyzm. Drze na mysl o wojnach I rozlewach krwi.

 

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And the weeks of the final exams began. Soon Chinese, later art and economics; and the beginning of almost 6 week long vacation.

 

Notes taken from one of the economics books, on rationalism (game theory): dismissing someone as irrational closes the mind, better to work harder at seeing the world as the other person sees it.

Such a simple and banal statement but so hard to be used in practice.

 

I’m searching the news for reports about the situation in Ukraine. After all this is the first event of this kind in Europe in this century, when separatism is highly probable. I tremble while thinking about wars and bloodsheds.

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lis 29 2004 SAMOTNI I ZDESPEROWANI / THE LONELY AND THE...
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No to finito. Monika wyjechala. Najpierw zupka z pletwy rekina na pozegnianie, potem troche usciskow, czekoladek, podsumowanie planow zyciowych, zyczenie szczescia i machanie do i z odjezdzajacej teksowki. Troche szkoda, z drugiej strony to nawet tak fajnie. Odchodza jedni, przychodza drudzy: historie zyciowe, pogawedki a potem zostaje adres w kalendarzu pod ktory mozna czasem wpasc. Nie zdazylysmy sie tak bardzo zzyc, moze I naszczescie. No coz...

Ostatnia dyskusja po projekcji 'Dark Water' Hideo Nakata byla rozczarowujaca. Tyle pytan zwiazanych z cala historia, a nikt tak na prawde nie potrafil na nie odpowiedziec. Nie bylo tez zadnych zazartych rozmow.

 

Rodzice klucacy sie o prawa do dziecka po rozwodzie, dzieci stojace w deszczu, zanieczyszczona woda, smierc. Samotnosc.Woda kapiaca z sufitu.Czekanie na tych, ktorzy nie wroca. Coraz wiecej wody. Desperacja. Poswiecenia aby chronic innych.

Samotna matka z corka. Taki dramat psychologiczny.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

And finito. Monika left. A farewell dinner with shark fin soup, few hugs, a box of chocolates, summary of life plans, wishing good luck and waving to and from the leaving taxi. It's a pity, but on the other hand... Some people come, some leave; stories of life, chats and after that there is an address in a calendar left and someone to visit. We didn't have enough time to get very close, maybe it's good. Oh well...

 

The last discussion after the projection of Hideo Nakata's 'Dark Water' was kind of disappointing. So many questions regarding the story and no one could really answer them. No hot talks.

 

Parents arguing for the rights regarding their child after divorce, kids standing in the rain, contaminated water, death.

Loneliness.Water dropping from the ceiling.

Waiting for those, who won't come back.

More and more water. Desperation.

Sacrifices to protect the others. A lonely mother with a daughter.

A kind of psychological drama.

 

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lis 28 2004 WIELKI NOS I TROCHE WODKI / BIG NOSE AND...
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Wczorajsze zajecia z dziecmi byly zaskakujace. Najpierw chor spiewajacy ‘Happy Birthday Miss Anya’ (nie mam nic przeciwko swietowaniu urodzin kilka razy w roku) a potem dyskusja na temat dlugosci mojego nosa po tym jak jeden z chlopcow rzucil ‘ Miss Anya, you’ve got a really big nose’. Zrobilam im mala prezentacje: ‘Tak wyglada z lewego profile, tak z prawego, tak z dolu a tak z gory’ Troche sie posmialismy. Moj nos to moja duma! Ktos kiedys powiedzial, ze dlugosc nosa sjest miernikiem inteligencji. Entuzjastyczne popieram ta teorie.

 

Goraco polecam ‘Wujaszka Wanie’ w rezyserii Laurence Oliviera (1962). Fantastyczna obsada. Joan Plowright jako Sonya jest nieziemska, Rosemary Harris swietnie interpretuje Helene a Sybil Thorndike jest bombowa jako pielegniarka.

 

 

 

' Please, understand that your life is bad and dreary!' Chekhov 

 

 

Yesterday's lessons with the kids were surprising. First a choir singing ‘Happy Birthday Miss Anya’ (I have nothing against celebrating Birthday few times a year), later a discussion on the size of my nose following one of the boys' statement  “Miss Anya, you’ve got a really big nose”. I made a small presentation: ‘This is how it looks from the left profile, here from the right, from upwards and when one looks at it from below’. We had a good laugh. My nose is my pride! Someone told me once that the length of a nose is the measure of intelligence. I’m a big fun of this theory.  

 

‘Uncle Vanya’ directed by Laurence Olivier (1962) strongly recommend. Fantastic cast. Joan Plowright is far-out as Sonya, the interpretation of Helena by Rosemary Harris is great and Sybil Thorndike is unforgettable as Nurse.

 

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lis 27 2004 LOOK ON THE BRIGHT SIDE OF LIFE.
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‘ The life of Brian’ Pythona jest swietny. Takie spojrrzenie na historie Chrystusa z zewnatrz I wysmianie niescislosci. Fantatyczny film. Kwestionuje wiare czy ja atakuje?  Nie dziwie sie, ze oburzyl wiele osob.

 

Python’s ‘Life of Brian’ was great. They looked on the story of Christ from outside and made fun of all inaccuracies. Fantastic film. Does it question faith or attacks it? No wonder that it outraged many.

 

Judith: [on Stan’s desire to be a mother] Here! I’ve got an idea: Suppose you agree that he can’t actually have babies, not having a womb – which is nobody’s fault, not even the Roman’s – but that he can have the RIGHT to have babies.

Francis: Good idea, Judith. We shall fight the oppressors for your right to have babies, brother… sister, sorry.

Reg: What’s the POINT?

Francis: What?

Reg: What’s the point of fighting for his right to have babies, when he can’t have babies?

Francis: It is symbolic of our struggle against oppression.

Reg: It’s symbolic of his struggle against reality.

 

Ucisk I rzeczywistosc. To to samo?

Opression and reality. The same?

 

 

 

Coordinator: Crucifixion?

Stan: Yes

Coordinator: Good. Out of the door, line on the left, one cross each.

 

Jeszcze jeden. To tylko ukrzyzowanie.

One more. It's just crucifixion.

 

 

 

Reg: Hello, Sibling Brian.

Brian: Thank God you’ve come, Reg.

Reg: Well, I think I should point out first, Brian, in all fairness, we are not, in fact, the rescue committee. However, I have been asked to read the following prepare statement on behalf of the movement: “We the People’s Front of Judea, brackets, officials, end brackets, do hereby convey our sincere fraternal and sisterly greetings to you, Brian, on this, occasion of your martyrdom…”

Brian: What?

Reg: “Your death will stand as a landmark in the continuing struggle to liberate the parent land from the hands of the Roman imperialist aggressors, excluding those concerned with drainage, medicine, roads, housing, education, viniculture and any other Romans contributing to the welfare of Jews of both sexes and hermaphrodites. Signed, on behalf of the P.F.J., etc” And I’d just like to add, on a personal note, my own admiration, for what you’re doing for us, Brian, on what must be, after all, for you a very difficult time.

 

W imie chwaly?

In the name of glory?

 

Life’s piece of shit

When you look at it.

Life’s laugh and death’s a joke. It’s true.

You’ll see it’s all a show.

Keep’em laughing as you go.

You remember that the last laugh is on you.

And…

 

Always look on the bright side of life.

   [whistling]

 

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lis 24 2004 LET IT RAIN...
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'Luncheon of the Boating Party' Renoir 

Zyje troche poza czasem. Jaki dzisiaj dzien tygodnia? Ktora godzina? Kiedy mam spotkania? Wszystko sie miesza. Pospalam troche I zadzwonilam do Moniki. Fajnie jest miec kogos z kim mozna wyjsc kiedy sie tego potrzebuje. Idziemy na kolacje..

 Lubie ten obraz za swiatlo, swiezosc, cieplo i interakcje pomiedzy ludzmi.

 

 

Szczescie

 

Pusty autobus

Toczy sie przez gwiezdzista noc

Byc moze kierowca spiewa

I jest szczesliwy bo spiewa

[Gunter Grass, tl. wlasne z ang.]

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I live a bit outside the time. What’s the day of the week? What’s the time? When do I have meetings? Everything blends together. I slept a bit and called Monika. It’s good to have someone to go out with when there is a need. We are going out for a dinner...

 

I like this painting for it’s light, freshness, warmness and interactions between people.

Happiness

An empty bus

Hurtles through the starry night.

Perhaps the driver is singing

And is happy because he sings

[Gunter Grass]

 

 

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