城市的記憶與抒情詩

2008年的片子呀，還以為是老片呢。
沒錯兒，這是寫給利物浦的抒情詩，是深情的追憶，是無可挽回的喪失。
塔可夫斯基說：「人類生活中有些層面只有用詩才能忠實表達。我所考慮的是夢、回憶和幻想所涉及的虛幻主義以及非比尋常的效果。」
抄一段片中旁白吧。真美：
I said to my soul, be still and let the dark come upon you
which shall be darkness of God.
I said to my soul, be still and wait without hope
for hope would be hope for the wrong thing;
wait without love
for love would be love of the wrong thing.
There is yet faith,
but the faith, the love and the hope are all in the waiting,
the rest is not our bussiness
at the still point of the turning world,
suspended in time between pole and tropic,
and all is always now.
Home is where one starts from.
As we grow older, the world becomes strangers,
the pattern more complicated of dead and living.
There is time for the evening under starlight
a time for the evening under lamplight
the evening with the photograph album
love is most nearly itself when here and now cease to matter.
I said to my soul, be still and accept this
my chanson d'amour for all that passed.
But where, oh, where are you the Liverpool I knew and loved?
where have you gone without me?
And now I'm an alien in my own land.
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