Showing posts with label CHILE. Show all posts
Showing posts with label CHILE. Show all posts

Saturday, August 6, 2011

CHILEAN FILM WISH LIST

A friend asked me to make this list.

1.THE BATTLE OF CHILE PART 1-3 (1975-1978, Patricio Guzmán, 295 min or 4 hours 55 min)

2.CHRISTMAS (2009, Sebastián Lelio, 99 min)
http://www.variety.com/review/VE1117940341/

3.DAWSON ISLA 10 (2009, Miguel Littin, 117 min)
http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1365470/
Miguel Littin has directed 20 films. I wish there would be a retrospective of his films in Bangkok.

4.FUGA (2006, Pablo Larraín, 110 min)
http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0442236/

5.THE GOOD LIFE (2008, Andrés Wood, 108 min)
http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1327798/

6.KAWASE-SAN (2010, Christián Leighton, documentary, 77 min)
http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1621808/

7.THE LIFE OF FISH (2010, Matías Bize, 84 min)
http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1672078/

8.THE MOON IN THE MIRROR (1990, Silvio Caiozzi, 75 min)
http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0100075/

9.THREE SAD TIGERS (1968, Raoul Ruiz, 100 min)
http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0063718/

10.VERANO (2011, José Luis Torres Leiva)

This is a photo from THE LIFE OF FISH.





FILM WISH LIST: VERANO

VERANO (2011, Jose Luis Torres Leiva, Chile) will be shown in Venice Film Festival. This poster is extremely beautiful, and I like Jose Luis Torres Leiva's THREE WEEKS LATER (2010), THE SKY, THE EARTH, AND THE RAIN (2008), and NO PLACE NOWHERE (2005) very much.




Friday, May 13, 2011

Ode To Wine

Pablo Neruda (1904–1973)Image via WikipediaDay-colored wine,
night-colored wine,
wine with purple feet
or wine with topaz blood,
wine,
starry child
of earth,
wine, smooth
as a golden sword,
soft
as lascivious velvet,
wine, spiral-seashelled
and full of wonder,
amorous,
marine;
never has one goblet contained you,
one song, one man,
you are choral, gregarious,
at the least, you must be shared.
At times
you feed on mortal
memories;
your wave carries us
from tomb to tomb,
stonecutter of icy sepulchers,
and we weep
transitory tears;
your
glorious
spring dress
is different,
blood rises through the shoots,
wind incites the day,
nothing is left
of your immutable soul.
Wine
stirs the spring, happiness
bursts through the earth like a plant,
walls crumble,
and rocky cliffs,
chasms close,
as song is born.
A jug of wine, and thou beside me
in the wilderness,
sang the ancient poet.
Let the wine pitcher
add to the kiss of love its own.

My darling, suddenly
the line of your hip
becomes the brimming curve
of the wine goblet,
your breast is the grape cluster,
your nipples are the grapes,
the gleam of spirits lights your hair,
and your navel is a chaste seal
stamped on the vessel of your belly,
your love an inexhaustible
cascade of wine,
light that illuminates my senses,
the earthly splendor of life.


But you are more than love,
the fiery kiss,
the heat of fire,
more than the wine of life;
you are
the community of man,
translucency,
chorus of discipline,
abundance of flowers.
I like on the table,
when we're speaking,
the light of a bottle
of intelligent wine.
Drink it,
and remember in every
drop of gold,
in every topaz glass,
in every purple ladle,
that autumn labored
to fill the vessel with wine;
and in the ritual of his office,
let the simple man remember
to think of the soil and of his duty,
to propagate the canticle of the wine.

- Pablo Neruda

Pablo Neruda at PoemHunter





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