Pina. Yesterday. If there was a possibility, write the most beautiful post in his LJ in its history, I would like to do it now.
Not about the Berlinale, is not about Wim Wenders, Pina Bausch is not about, not about premiere of the three-storey hall with all the creators and participants in the film, not about the present and Chancellor Angela Merkel, bundesprezidenta Kristan Wulff, Minister of Culture Bernda Noymanna, not about all these beautiful people who were there, not about a half-hour applause at the end of the movie. And about the silence after. Of lightness. Of emptiness that is so full of some truth, that everything, even the most subtle, just the sight of the dirty, hard, empty and useless.
So you want to keep quiet. To do less inside is dirty, not broke. So you want to talk, to tell, because everything is broken inside, pulled out out. So want to see everything turned out as well as upside down inside. So terrible that you understand that, and it dissolves. And everything will fall into old dirty, heavy, empty, useless space. At least not so eager to forget that once experienced this.
Such strangeness. Want to or watch a movie again and again (and again). Or do I have not seen him ever. Some kind of stupid inside now responsible for landing this world.
thought about Q. What it is much more approximate to that of lightness, than we have. A. Thinking about how I would tell him. But nothing happened.
This is not a description of the film. This description of me. After the movie.
"dance, dance. Otherwise we can not win. "
Dance - this is the most powerful of all the arts. Music afterwards.
