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A poet is an unhappy being whose heart is torn by secret sufferings, but whose lips are so strangely formed that when the sighs and the cries escape them, they sound like beautiful music... and then people crowd about the poet and say to him: "Sing for us soon again;" that is as much as to say, "May new sufferings torment your soul" - Soren Kierkegaard

Friday, May 29, 2009

Pieces of Jules et Jim



Jules and Jim (French: Jules et Jim) is a 1962 French film directed by François Truffaut and based on the semi-autobiographical novel by Henri-Pierre Roché.

Truffaut described the book as 'a perfect hymn to love and perhaps to life' . He came across it during the mid 1950s whilst browsing through some secondhand books in Paris and later befriended the elderly author who approved of the young director's attempt to translate the words on the page into celluloid images.

Here are some lines from the film that I love:
not to mention my favorite scene when Jim took the gun
from Catherine and jumped out the window.. hehe...

Catherine: As a little girl I learned: "Our Father who art in Heaven"
I thought it said "who arts in heaven."
I imagined my father with an easel, painting outside the
pearly gates.

Catherine: Go back to Giberte, since she writes you every day.
Jim: Your unfair.
Catherine: No doubt I am.
But I'm heartless.
That's why I don't love you, and why I'll never love anyone.
Besides, I'm 32 and you're 29.
When you're 40 and I'm 43, you'll want a girl of 25,
and I'll be left alone like a fool.



Jules: Dear imaginary invalid, come as soon as you can.
Catherine awaits a letter.
Write in large letters for her eyes are tired and she
can only read large writing.

Catherine: This paper is your skin.
This ink is my blood.
I'm pressing hard so the ink enters in.
Answer me quickly.

Narrator: They didn't speak, but they made love once more
in that cold, sad hotel room, not knowing why -
perhaps to bring their story to a close.
It was like a burial, or as if they were already dead.

Narrator: So they created nothing.
Jim thought, 'its fine to want to rediscover the laws for
human life, but how practical it must be to conform to
existing ones. We played with the sources of life and lost."



Jim: " A women on a ship gives herself in her imagination to
a stranger."
It struck me as a confession. That's how you explore the
universe.

Catherine: Jules, watch us carefully

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