Deserto Rosso (1964)

Tonight I watched Michealangelo Antonioni’s magnificent film Deserto Rosso (1964).  Monica Vitti plays the hysterical Guliana, who suffers the disorientation of mass consumerism in Italy after World War II.  It was a downloaded copy that I watched on my computer.  Some strange distortions occurred during the film. The distortions seem to add a distinctive layer of alienation.  I’ve posted some screen shots here, with a poem by Anne Carson that reflects on the film.

Ode to the Sublime by Monica Vitti

I want everything.

Everything is a naked thought that strikes.

A foghorn sounding through fog makes the fog seem to be everything.

Quail eggs eaten from the hand in fog make everything aphrodisiac.

My husband shrugs when I say so, my husband shrugs at everything.

The lakes where his factory has poisoned everything are as beautiful as Bruegel.

I keep my shop, in order that I may sell everything there, empty but I leave the light on.

Everything might spill.

Do you know that in the deepest part of the sea everything goes transparent? asks my husband’s friend

Corrado and I say Do you know how afraid I am?

Everything requires attention, I never relax my neck even when kissing Corrado.

Kant says “everything” exists only in our mind, attended by a motion of pleasure and

pain that throws itself back and forth in me when I lay on Corrado’s bed fighting with

everything with Corrado watching from across the room then he came to the bed and

mounted me and this made no difference except now I had to fight everything through Corrado, which I did

“undaunted” (so Kant) on his freezing bed in its midnight glare.

What will you take? I ask Corrado who is leaving for Patagonia and when he says 2 or 3

valises I say if I had to go away I would take with me everything I see.

To this Corrado says nothing which is not I think the opposite of everything.

Doesn’t seem right is what my husband would say, he says this about everything—

especially since I came out of the clinic, a clinic for people who want everything, everything I see

everything I taste everything I touch everyday even the ashtrays and at

the clinic I had only one question What shall I do with my eyes?

Advertisements
This entry was posted in Uncategorized and tagged , , . Bookmark the permalink.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s