Let everything that’s been planned come true.
Let them believe.
And let them have a laugh at their passions.
Because what they call passion,
actually is not some emotional energy,
but just the friction between their souls and the outside world.
And most important, let them believe in themselves.
Let them be helpless like children,
because weakness is a great thing, and strength is nothing.
When a man is just born, he is weak and flexible,
when he dies, he is hard and insensitive.
When a tree is growing, it’s tender and pliant,
but when it’s dry and hard, it dies.
Hardness and strength are death’s companions.
Pliancy and weakness are expressions of the freshness of being.
Because what has hardened will never win.
Nedan: av Birgitta Trotzig (Ur Ett landskap).
[Bilden näst längst upp är en stillbild
från filmen Stalker som jag har bearbetat på diverse sätt.]
Tycks plötsligt stå på utarmad bränd mark. Öken, röd sand – ensligt torkade träd. Grenhänder. Jag kan inte se mitt eget skogsansikte, jag minns ej hur jag ser ut. Näsbenet, pannan, käken, allt förtvinar. Radioaktivitet och brännskador – en förlorad jord. Händerna mot skyn, tårar –
It is not widely known that Tarkovsky, whose films often seem to be composed as a montage of still photos, in a period effectively took photos with a Polaroid camera. These photos, taken at home and in Italy, in spite of all their technical imperfections bear witness to the same way of seeing and visual world as the great films.