Reflections on various subjects. Views are my own.
- Annie Hall (1977)
- Katalin Varga (2009)
- Giulietta degli spiriti (1965)
- La dolce vita (1960)
- Manchester By The Sea (2016)
- Dunkirk (2017)
- The Crow (1994)
- Pulp Fiction (1994)
- Drag Me To Hell (2009)
- Katyn (2007)
- Winter Passing (2005)
- (500) Days of Summer (2009)
- Black Swan (2010)
- Moonrise Kingdom (2012)
- The Four Seasons (1981)
- Majka asfalta (2010)
- Winter Light (1963)
- Her (2013)
- Kreuzweg (2014)
- The Revenant (2015)
- S one strane (2016)
- Julieta (2016)
- Mamoth (2009)
- Dersu Uzala (1975)
- Egzorcizam by Matanić (2017)
Metropole is a very enigmatic book by Ferenc Karinthy. I had read it 6 years ago whilst going through a Kafkaesque experience of my own.
Long story short, a linguist travels where nobody speaks his Language. Travelling to unknown places is fascinating but what if nobody would be able to understand what you’re saying? Even if you are an all-knowing poliglote?
The book itself is cryptic, yet very “liberating”. It reminded me of a story which went viral last year. The story of a young Russian named Boris who claimed he came from Mars. Reincarnated on Earth, he was never able to convince people of his own destiny. However, he persevered…good luck in your future endeavours, Spaceman. 🙂
Many things around us just make the same journeys, the same circles so to say.
They start at the beginning, they reach a peek and then come to an end.
Let’s take pop-music as an obvious example of continuity and repetition.
John Lennon, when asked in an interview sometime during the 1970’s, said that reggae is just a new form of popularized old Jamaican songs.
Then came punk which merely echoed the beat protest songs of the 1950s.
Synthpop was revived in 2008, raves are now back on track although not as popular as in the early 1990s.
Each period of time has its own Madeleine cookies, it awakens in us associations of childhood or adolescent moments which are symbols of our own mind.
Stalna na tom svijetu samo mijena jest – the only thing that doesn’t change in this world/universe of ours is the change itself.