I'm adding to those beautiful comments the others wrote. That last paragraph was incredibly touching. Stones can symbolise the passing of time we borrow in our existence and how the time, (stones) gets passed on to each other, hand to hand, country to country, continent to continent, outliving all of us.
I still have stones I collected when I was a child. I can never imagine what will happen to them when I die....but I could try.
I couldn't tell you where most of the stones I've collected and carried with me for some time are now; perhaps that's a lovely thing, that they might now be in the pockets of others... your pockets, even? We should compare collections one day! Thank you, P. x
The tenderness of your final few lines is all the more touching because of the brutality of the film and the unbearable weight of never ending punishment. The rough edges of those necessary descriptions smoothed by love and connection. Utterly beautiful pictures painted, fragments filling in details, creating reference points for us all. What an inspiring start to my day. X
Thank you, Barrie. The film is incredible — the series it forms part of, Dekalog, is one of the most incredible achievements in all of cinema (Derek Malcolm’s words, not mine). I love the plurality of meaning and emotion we find in different objects, perhaps especially when that range can be so extreme. Thanks for such a generous comment, my friend. x
That final paragraph, Matt, has truly some of the most moving lines of prose I have ever read. I can not imagine it being more beautifully said. It is personal to you. And you made it personal to me and it gave me pause. Thank you for your excellence.
I'm adding to those beautiful comments the others wrote. That last paragraph was incredibly touching. Stones can symbolise the passing of time we borrow in our existence and how the time, (stones) gets passed on to each other, hand to hand, country to country, continent to continent, outliving all of us.
I still have stones I collected when I was a child. I can never imagine what will happen to them when I die....but I could try.
I couldn't tell you where most of the stones I've collected and carried with me for some time are now; perhaps that's a lovely thing, that they might now be in the pockets of others... your pockets, even? We should compare collections one day! Thank you, P. x
The tenderness of your final few lines is all the more touching because of the brutality of the film and the unbearable weight of never ending punishment. The rough edges of those necessary descriptions smoothed by love and connection. Utterly beautiful pictures painted, fragments filling in details, creating reference points for us all. What an inspiring start to my day. X
Thank you, Barrie. The film is incredible — the series it forms part of, Dekalog, is one of the most incredible achievements in all of cinema (Derek Malcolm’s words, not mine). I love the plurality of meaning and emotion we find in different objects, perhaps especially when that range can be so extreme. Thanks for such a generous comment, my friend. x
That final paragraph, Matt, has truly some of the most moving lines of prose I have ever read. I can not imagine it being more beautifully said. It is personal to you. And you made it personal to me and it gave me pause. Thank you for your excellence.
Thank you for such lovely kind words, Sharron. Really appreciate you reading so closely.