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Oh, I hope in my heart that it’s so…

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… In spite of how little me know.
Hoagy Carmichael
The Lavender Hill Mob (Charles Crichton, 1951)
[just as he is planning the robbery, Holland is told that he is being promoted to another department]
Henry Holland ‘Dutch: I’m too old to change my views now, sir.
Turner: Nonsense. You’re never too old to better oneself. Think of what you can do with an extra 15 shillings a week!
For a dying man I feel pretty good, and that is a blessing. Of course your mother knows about it. She said if I feel good, maybe the doctor is wrong. But at my age there’s a limit to how wrong he can be.
In many ways she was a remarkably careful mother, poor woman. I was in a sense her only child. Before I was born she had brought herself a new home health care book. It was large and expensive, and it was a good deal more particular than Leviticus. On its authority she tried to keep us from making any use of our brains for an hour after supper, or from reading at all when our feet were cold. The idea was to prevent conflicting demands on the circulation of the blood. My grandfather told her once that if you couldn’t read with cold feet there wouldn’t be a literate soul in the state of Maine, but she was very serious about these things and he only irritated her. She said, “Nobody in Maine gets much of anything to eat, so it all comes even.” When I got home she scrubbed me down and put me to bed and fed me six or seven times a day and forbade me the use of my brain after every single meal. The tedium was considerable.
You can know a thing to death and be for all purposes completely ignorant of it. A man can know his father, or his son, and there might still be nothing between them but loyalty and love and mutual incomprehension.
Her voice is  very low. It sounds beautiful to me, but she laughs when I say that.
Marilynne Robinson (2004), Gilead
[Music: And after all, how little we know]

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noviembre 27, 2015 at 9:01 pm

My conversations with chimpanzees revisited

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The Mirror (Andrei Tarkovsky, 1975)

Doctor: What is your name?

Yuri: Yuri.

Doctor: Where are you from?

Yuri: I am from Minsk.

Doctor: What school do you go to?

Yuri: I go to a trade school.

Doctor: We’ll begin now. Look at me closely. Look right into my eyes. Concentrate on my hand. My hand is drawing you back…. Concentrate! Your attention is in your hands. Your hands are becoming tense. You’re concentrating your will, your great desire to succeed on your hands. Your hands are becoming very tense. Look at your fingers. They’re becoming tense. The tension from here will flow to your fingers.

Doctor: When I say three, your hands will become rigid. One… Two… Three! Your hands are rigid. You try to move them but you cannot. I will relieve the tension now and you will speak clearly and effortlessly. And you will speak loudly and clearly all your life. I will remove the tension from your hands and speech. One… Two… Three! Say I can speak!

Yuri: I can speak

Ho molto simpatia per l’opinione, formulate in modo chiaro ed elegante da Whorff (e anticipate da Bacone), che i linguaggi, e i modelli di reazione che essi implicano, non sono semplicemente strumenti per la descrizione di eventi (fatti, situazioni), ma anche determinanti di eventi (fatti, situazioni), che la loro “grammatica” contiene una cosmologia, una vision generale del mondo, della societa, della situazione dell’ uomo che influisce sul pensiero, sul comportamento, sulla percezione.

Paul K. Feyerabend (1975), Contro il Metodo, Abbozzo di una Teoria Anarchica della Conoscenza.

The mirror Tarkovsky

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noviembre 7, 2015 at 2:12 pm

The Tea of Life: an all-embracing love

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El Espiritu de la Colmenathe tree of Life

El Espiritu de la Colmena (Victor Erice, 1973)

The Mirror (Andrei Tarkovsky, 1975)

The Tree of Life (Terrence Malick, 2011)

While I was still wearing an officer’s uniform after my duel, I talked about y servants in general society, and I remember every one was amazed at me; “What!” they asked, “are we to make our servants sit down on the sofa and offer them tea?” And I answered them: “Why not, sometimes at least.” Every one laughed. Their question was frivolous and my answer was not clear; but the thought in it was to some extent right.

Fyodor Dostoevsky, The Brothers Karamazov

Brothers, have no fear of men’s sin. Love a man even in his sin… Love all God’s creation, the whole and every grain of sand in it. Love every leaf, every ray of God’s light. Love the animals, love the plants, love everything. If you love everything you will perceive the divine mystery in things. Once you perceive it, you will begin to comprehend it better every day. And you will come at last to love the whole world with an all-embracing love. (…) Brothers, love is a teacher; but one must know how to acquire it, for it is hard to acquire, it is dearly bought, it is won slowly by long labour. For we must love not only occasionally, for a moment, but for ever. (…) Remember particularly that you cannot be a judge of any one.

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noviembre 3, 2015 at 3:34 pm

The Spirit of the Beehive

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I remembered even with tears how he told me to enjoy life for him too.

Fyodor Dostoevsky, The Brothers Karamazov

The tree of life

The Tree of Life (Terrence Malick, 2011)

“Well, doctor, have I another day in this world?” he would ask, joking.

“You’ll live many days yet,” the doctor would answer, “and months and years too.”

“Months and years!” he would exclaim. “Why reckon the days? One day is enough for a man to know all happiness. My dear ones, why do we quarrel, try to outshine each other and keep grudges against each other? Let’s go straight into the garden, walk and play there, love, appreciate, and kiss each other, and glorify life.”

“Your son cannot last long,” the doctor told my mother, as she accompanied him to the door.“The disease is affecting his brain.”

Fyodor Dostoevsky, The Brothers Karamazov



El Espíritu de la Colmena (Víctor Erice, 1973)

Doctor: Teresa, lo importante es que tu hija vive. ¡Que VIVE!


Tree of Life Tree of life

Man condition with no love

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The Brothers Karamazov (Fyodor Dostoevsky)

Katerina Ivanovna: “What are you talking about? I don’t understand?”

Alyosha Karamazov: “I don’t understand myself…. I seemed to see in a flash… I know I am not saying it properly, but I’ll say it all the same,” Alyosha went on in the same shaking and broken voice. “What I see is that perhaps you don’t love Dmitri at all … and never have, from the beginning…. And Dmitri, too, has never loved you… and only esteems you.,… I really don’t know how I dare to say all this, but somebody must tell the truth… for nobody here will tell the truth.”

Katerina Ivanovna: “What truth?” cried Katerina Ivanovna, and there was an hysterical ring in her voice.


Rashômon (Akira Kurosawa, 1950)

rashomon 5Rashomon 7

Priest: A man’s been murdered.

Commoner: So what? Only one? Why, up on top of this gate, there’s always five or six bodies. No one worries about them.

No me lo podía creer. Este hombre, después de mostrar tanto desagrado con el proyecto desde el comienzo de la producción, después de quejarse de que el final de la obra era “incomprensible”. Después de degradar al ejecutivo de la compañía y al productor que la hizo posible, ahora él está orgulloso de llevarse todo el crédito. Se jactaba de cómo la cámara por primera vez en la historia del cine había apuntado directamente al sol. En ningún momento de su discurso mencionó mi nombre o el del director de fotografía que había consigue este hecho, Miyagawa Kazuo. Al ver la entrevista por televisión, tuve la sensación de volver a Rashomon una vez más. Era como si la patética desilusión del ego, esas deficiencias que había intentado reflejar en la película, se mostraban ahora en la vida real. La gente de hecho tiene inmensas dificultades en hablar sobre ellos mismos como realmente son. Me recordó que el ser humano sufre de un instintivo auto-engrandecimiento.


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octubre 27, 2015 at 1:03 pm

The Postman

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Follow your heart.

Il postino

 Il Postino di Pablo Neruda (Michael Radford, 1995)



Ip Man, The Legend is Born (Herman Yau, 2004)
The essence of Wing Chun is to follow one’s shadow, not his hand.
-ocus on what you feel rather than what you see
My Master said Wing Chun strategic movements are 70% from the hands, attacking an opponent’s lower body. Your master wasn’t wrong. The traditional focus is on the use of the hands. But that doesn’t mean it forbids changes. Changes allow more flexibility. Movements can be adapted in multiple ways, such as leg movements in a form of wrestling, and they ll work.

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It’s raining men, cats…

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