The Suspended Step of the Stork
Samuel Beckett Looking at Parrot, New York, 1964, Steve Schapiro

Samuel Beckett Looking at Parrot, New York, 1964, Steve Schapiro

Four Seasons of Children , 1939

 
Alain Delon & Jane Fonda.

Alain Delon & Jane Fonda.

Phrenologist’s Window, New Orleans, 1936, Peter Sekaer

Phrenologist’s Window, New Orleans, 1936, Peter Sekaer

Venezuela, 2007, Christopher Anderson

Venezuela, 2007, Christopher Anderson

Sovinec, Czech Republic, 1970-80s, Jindrich Streit

Sovinec, Czech Republic, 1970-80s, Jindrich Streit

jindrich streit

jindrich streit

"During her last year of life, Maya, Teiji (her young third husband), Adolfas, and I saw each other at least once a week. It seems strange, but I do not remember any ‘memorable,’ ‘intellectual’ discussions together. It was all talk about what had to be done for the next event, or else about what we had seen, or our friends, or memories of Europe—and Adolfas and I used to go home all excited and not be able to sleep half the night. And then we would wake up and forget it all and another day would begin…

"Now, looking back in my memory, remembering it all in glimpses, in single frames, I see Maya’s face, always very intense, never making small talk. There was always a very special subtle laugh behind that intensity, which would come out in brief spurts. Those who didn’t see this lighter side usually were a little bit frightened by Maya. The intensity is reflected in all of Maya’s faces, in her films. The exception perhaps is one of her most frequently reproduced images: Maya as a face from Botticelli. Curiously, though, that image was filmed and ‘directed’ by Sasha Hammid, and I think it represents his dream of Maya: he threw her back to the Renaissance. All the other faces of Maya are rich with the reverberations of twentieth-century modern art." — Jonas Mekas on Maya Deren

Times have changed, and we must face it. 

Tokyo Story/ 東京物語, Yasujirō Ozu (1953)

I had a dream. I was walking down a very beautiful street and on one side there were white houses with high arches and pillars. On the other side, there was a shady park. Under the trees which were growing near the street, there was a stream of dark green water. And then I came to a high wall, and it was overgrown with roses. And then came an airplane and set the roses on fire. But it wasn’t too awful since it was so beautiful. I watched the reflections in the water, and saw how the roses burned. And the whole time I knew that I should remember something; something someone had said…but I had forgotten what it was.
Shame (1968) 

Le joli mai ,1963