Histoire(s) du Cinema -- Chapter 4(a) Control of the Universe Part I

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to
a
veritable
history
of
cinema
the only
the true
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chapter 4 (a)
The Control of the Universe
Part I

for
Michel
Delahaye
for
Jean
Domarchi
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murmured
in a voice soft
and faint
speaking of great things
of important
astonishing
of profound
and fitting things
in a voice
soft and faint
the threat of thunder
the presence of the uncompromising

in the call of a robin
in the fine detail
of a flute
and the fragility of its pure sound
the sun suggested
amid
a half smile
oh quiet voice
and a kind of murmur
in an immeasurably pure French
which had not grasped the words
heard at a distance
should have known that it spoke of nothing
for an ear
reassured
but this contrast and this music
this voice
barely wrinkled the air
this whispered power
this perspectives, these discoveries
these abysses
and these imprecise maneuvers
this smile dismissing the universe
I muse also only to cease
at the silken noise
alone and low-key
of a fire smoldering
while giving form to the room
and which tells itself
or tells me
almost for itself
the spirit is true
only when it manifests its presence

and in the word manifest
there is hand
love is the fulfillment
of the spirit
and love of your fellow man
is an act
that is to say an outstretched hand
not
a draped sentiment
an ideal
which happens on the road to Jericho
in front of a man
stripped by brigands
police, propaganda
state
that is the hand
that is the name of the tyrant god
that the proudful reason of men
knew how to create in his image
when the word
is destroyed
when it is no longer
the gift
that one makes to another
and that engages something
of his being
it is human friendship
that is destroyed
such is anxiety of peoples
it is not material
at first
it is this anxiety
of the heart and of the spirit
which is born of the death of friendships
I do not believe
in mysterious voices
but I do believe in the appeal of deeds
let us consider the times
the places where we live
the precise situation
which was made for us
and the appeal which it resulted in
and after that
let us judge
today's Europe
in this Europe
two kinds of nations
those that are called
old
and those that are called
modernized
those which have kept
a certain number of possibilities
but which do not know well enough what to do
with this liberty which they brag on
and those
which have made or undergone since the wars
a revolution of the masses
and which have freedom of opinion
that is to say
the freedom to complain
but without deep passion
and where poverty is on its doorstep
but you could say that the is nothing left
to do except to wait
misery
last argument
last basis of the community
modern
it is the background
of all our dramas
our thoughts
our actions
and even our utopias
being very clearly understood
that the essential is not
what the dictator thinks
is not material urgency
but a higher truth
which is the truth
at the height of a man
and I might add
at the tip of his fingers
it is the great time for thought
to become again what it is
in reality
dangerous for the thinker
and reshaping of the real
there where I create
I am authentic
wrote Rilke
some think. it is said,
others act
but the true condition of man
is to think with his hands
I will not speak adversely
of our tools
but I would like them to be usable
since it is true, in general
that the danger is not in our tools
but in the weakness
of our hands
it is no less urgent
to specify
that a thought which is abandoned
to the pace of its clockwork
becomes proletarian
I mean
that such a thought
no longer lives its creation
others mold the man
I reveal
whom these others are
we now know it
they are the laws
born
out of the abandonment of thought
where are those responsible
they are not the parties
they are not the classes
nor the governments
they are the men
one after another
yes, I am one of them
up to my ears in anger
torn apart
by the insurmountable irony
if not, I would not be crying out
but silence
is not conferred on man
by his own effort
silence and pitiable intelligence
are the work of forgiveness
it is your business
not mine
to reign over absence
a poet said
true violence
is the deed of the spirit
all creative act contains a threat
real
for the man who dares it
it is in tis way that a work
moves the spectator or the reader
if the thought refuses to weigh on
to become violent
it exposes itself to submit fruitlessly
to all the brutality
that its absence unlooses
we will sometimes be tempted
to wish that in France
the activity of mind
became again
a jailable offence
that would make it
a little serious
to free spirits
the locus of all decision
which does create
is the individual
from whence it follows
that all the unrest in the world
is nothing more
than a certain question
which is addressed to me
and is made clear in myself
only at the instant
it binds me to act
the partisans of "us"
made an error
regarding the individual
the contradictions of the world
figure in the fundamental
equation
of all existence
"x" is an individual
an element-creator
an incalculable freedom
man
as much as he is man
is rightly a creator
but a creator created
is an expectance
that we are saved
but this expectance is true
for the time destroys the deed
but
the deed is the judge of time
though the acrobat
is in the grip
of the most unstable equilibrium
we make a wish
and this wish is
strangely double
and null
we wish
that he fall
and we wish
that he hold on
and this wish is necessary
we can not
not form it
in all contradiction
and sincerity
this is that it depicts naively
our soul
in the same instant
it senses that the man will fall
ought to fall, is going to fall
and in itself
it consumes the fall
and defends itself
by desiring what it foresee
he has already fallen
for it
it does not believe its eyes
its gaze will not follow him
on the rope
will not push him lower
at each instant
if he had not already fallen
but she sees
that he is keeping hold
and she must agree
that there are thus reasons
making him keep hold
and appeals to these reasons
begging them to last
sometimes, the existence
of all things
and of ourselves
appears to us
in this sort
first, images
but those
of which Saint Paul spoke
which are a death
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