Qualche graffittaro ha reso urban Cartier-Bresson….
In this movie maybe you can meet people. Maybe yourself too
New Saturday, new movie to watch. For all. HUMAN’s Musics – A film by Yann Arthus-Bertrand / Composed by Armand Amar. I quote:
“I am deeply taken with traditional music, it moves me, it connects you to emotion. The idea with HUMAN was to create songs that would reflect the same emotion generated by the interviews. I wanted things to open up, to open up one’s heart, to let the sadness be without any restraint. HUMAN has been one of these rare moments in my life as a film composer during which I could express all these different cultures at the same time : either working on minimalist songs or meeting with these singers and musicians coming from all around the world. Which note did I first produce ? I had more like a global vision in mind, an atmosphere that would merge into the film and that would bring people together, this was my starting point. The part I created for the Mongolian sequence might be the best summary of the atmosphere I wanted the film to have. Yann has given me a particular role as a film composer that is very diffrent from the one other directors usually give me. There is a strong friendship between us, an intimate relationship. He’s generous. You follow him because of his fantastic instinct, I can advise on the artistic process being in a way the first audience.” Armand Amard, composer of the HUMAN music.
Per chi l’avesse dimenticato. La vita dell’omo di Giuseppe Gioacchino Belli
Nove mesi a la puzza: poi in fassciola
tra sbasciucchi, lattime e llagrimoni:
poi p’er laccio, in ner crino, e in vesticciola,
cor torcolo e l’imbraghe pe ccarzoni.
Poi comincia er tormento de la scola,
l’abbeccè, le frustate, li ggeloni,
la rosalía, la cacca a la ssediola,
e un po’ de scarlattina e vvormijjoni.
Poi viè ll’arte, er diggiuno, la fatica,
la piggione, le carcere, er governo,
lo spedale, li debbiti, la fica,
er zol d’istate, la neve d’inverno…
E pper urtimo, Iddio sce bbenedica,
viè la Morte, e ffinissce co l’inferno.
Cento anni fa i soldati che combattevano la Prima Guerra mondiale stabilirono una tregua per celebrare il Natale. Prendiamoci una tregua e dedichiamo le prossime ore al silenzio e all’ascolto. Ricominciamo da quell’ultimo barlume di umanità (cristianità?)
Cannot bear very much reality.
T. S. Eliot