Sunday, May 11, 2008

and so there was a great earthquake

and so there was a great earthquake...
( tarkovsky haunts my mind) he died in 1986, the year I was born, the year of Chernobyl...


Tarkovsky for me is the greatest, the one who invented a new language, true to the nature of film, as it captures life as a reflection, life as a dream.

— Ingmar Bergman

excerpt from Stalker (1979)

and so there was a great earthquake
and the sun became black as sackcloth made of hair
and the moon became like blood
and the stars of the sky fell to earth,
as a fig tree casts its unripe figs,
when shaken by a great wind.

and the sky was split apart
like a scroll when it is rolled up.
and every mountain and island were
moved out of their places.
and the kings of the earth and the great men,
and the rich and the chilliarchs,
and the strong and every free man,
hid themselves in the caves
and among the rocks of the mountains;
and they said to the mountains
and to the rocks,
"Fall on us and shield us from the face of
Him who sits on the throne,
and from the wrath of the lamb,
for the great day of His wrath has come,
and who can withstand it?"

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