Lost in Translation // Scarlett Johansson & Bill Murray
So much is going on under the surface in this scene – true to life we often dance around how we’re feeling, unwilling to just come out and say we care about someone. Sofia was able to convey with such beautiful subtlety, our tendency to complicate something as simple as truly connecting with someone. Truth is, there are many facets and depths of love – not all are deeply romantic and we often feel if it isn’t, it’s not valid and therefore should go unspoken. Leaving love implied but not spoken may be romantic in itself but long term it robs the relationship, whatever it’s depths, of true intimacy.
Lady,i will touch you with my mind.
Touch you and touch and touch
until you give
me suddenly a smile,shyly obscene
(lady i will
touch you with my mind.)Touch
you,that is all,
lightly and you utterly will become
with infinite care
the poem which i do not write.
(from E.E. Cummings: Complete Poems, 1904-1962)
EVERYONE I THINK LOVES A GOOD SNOW DAY (ASIDE FROM SHOVELING SNOW) AND I’M NO EXCEPTION. SUNDAYS AND SNOW DAYS ARE WHEN I GRAB THE ART BOOKS OFF THE SHELF AND CURL UP IN A CHAIR WITH AN AFGHAN TO SAVOR THEM. THE OTHER DAY, I WATCHED PATTI SMITH’S “DREAM OF LIFE” DOCUMENTARY AGAIN. I LOVE THE RAW FORMAT OF THE DOC AND HER SADNESS FROM THE LOSS OF HER GREAT LOVE FRED “SONIC” SMITH IS THE MELANCHOLY THRU-LINE SILENTLY SINGING IN THE BACKGROUND FROM START TO FINISH. I HAVE TO ADMIT, I DON’T LOVE ALL OF HER MUSIC BUT I DO BELIEVE PATTI SMITH IS A GREAT ARTIST, POET AND I FIND HER INFINITELY INSPIRING CREATIVELY. IN HER MEMOIR “JUST KIDS,” SHE MENTIONS THAT SHE TRIES TO DO SOMETHING CREATIVE EVERY DAY, EVEN IF IT’S JUST A PHOTOGRAPH. HER MEMOIR IS TERRIFIC IF YOU HAVEN’T ALREADY READ IT – IT’S DIFFERENT FROM MANY OF THE MUSICAL MEMOIRS CURRENTLY FLOODING THE MARKET – IT’S SOULFUL IN A WAY THE OTHERS ARE NOT.
ALL OF THIS LED ME TODAY TO GRAB OFF THE SHELF JUDY LINN’S TERRIFIC BOOK OF PHOTOGRAPHS “PATTI SMITH 1969-1976″. PATTI MET JUDY THROUGH ROBERT MAPPLETHORPE AND THEY STRUCK UP AN EASY FRIENDSHIP. JUDY WAS HONING HER SKILLS, TAKING PHOTOGRAPHS WITH HER LEICA AND PATTI LOVED TO BE PHOTOGRAPHED, SO PERFECT TIMING.
THE PHOTOGRAPHS ARE A HISTORICAL MEMOIR OF SORTS, MEMORIES OF PATTI FINDING HER ARTISTIC TRUE NORTH AND JUDY’S GREAT START TO HER CAREER AS A PHOTOGRAPHER WITH NEW YORK CITY AT THE END OF THE SIXTIES/EARLY SEVENTIES AS THE BACKDROP. HERE ARE THREE OF LINN’S PHOTOGRAPHS – IF YOU GET A CHANCE TO LOOK THROUGH THIS BOOK, YOU WON’T BE DISAPPOINTED.
PHOTOGRAPHS ©1969-1976 JUDY LINN
“I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you simply, without problems or pride: I love you in this way because I do not know any other way of loving but this, in which there is no I or you, so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand, so intimate that when I fall asleep your eyes close.” ~Pablo Neruda
“The Days” ~ Thomas Wilmer Dewing 1884-1886
Wadsworth Atheneum Museum of Art
Inspired by Ralph Waldo Emerson’s poem:
Daughters of Time, the hypocritic Days,
Muffled and dumb like barefoot dervishes,
And marching single in an endless file,
Bring diadems and fagots in their hands.
To each they offer gifts after his will,
Bread, kingdom, stars, and sky that holds them all.
I, in my pleached garden, watched the pomp,
Forgot my morning wishes, hastily
Took a few herbs and apples, and the Day
Turned and departed silent. I, too late,
Under her solemn fillet saw the scorn.